Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a orotund king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blonde whisker strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her daddy to get this apartment for her, right in the new up-and-coming liberal arts territorial dominion of business district. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a gift she 's had for as long as she can remember. Even with her beau Dave, new paralegal at her daddie 's law firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a morning someone, but the loud, incessant knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front room access, dressed in a loose white tanktop and bleak thong panties. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her head around the corner of the front door. `` What ? ``

Dylan stuck his foot in so she could n't come together it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my shit is for liberal ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's valuation account also permitted her to have a mild coke habit, which she indulged in almost weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to have the rich neighbour hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't make the money Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

'' Well you owe me. So what am I going to do with you ? Maybe I should talk to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't have to do that. Just ... just consecrate me a couple weeks. I 'll stimulate it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like blaze you will. Shit, you still owe me from the final stage company, not to name last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, thinking of her choice. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drink of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the way. Pouring herself a crank, she shut the electric refrigerator, and was suddenly slammed against the brush steel threshold. A bridge player had her by the rachis of the pharynx, retentive fingers clenching down on her slender neck, choking her.

'' Now, I 'm going to get my money 's worth out of you, whether you pay me in cash or in ass, it does n't relieve oneself a difference. '' A finger slid down her incline, nudging under the waistband of her panty right above her ass cleft. `` Damn Kaylee, you do possess one tight little ass. Are you still dating that gull ? '' Kaylee nodded, crying welling up in her center as she felt his strong digit pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

'' Thought so, you are going to end thing with him, as you 're mine from now on. ``

Struggling to breathe, binge flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protest, `` No, please do n't ... leave him out of it, I 'll get you the money. hope I will. ``

'' I 've heard your promise before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The bridge player on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a handful of her dirty blonde hair, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent-grass over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her hair while handing her the headphone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

'' Hu ... hi, '' came Dave 's sleepyheaded voice on the other end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely make out the parole. `` Dave, I have been doing some thought process, and I believe we 're just in unlike places right now, and it 's not working out. '' Her prison term was greeted with silence.

'' But, we had been connecting so well, '' Dave protested, `` I really think that we were getting along. I really like you. '' As he spoke, Dylan 's finger slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to puff and cry harder. She felt him perforate her while trying to stick around focused on Dave, as he fought to save their relationship, `` Can I follow over and talk to you baby ? Let 's body of work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to appall him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so lamentable Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her head fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second fingerbreadth into her pixilated asshole. Trying to go back and Forth River, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him hornier. Angling his handwriting, Dylan lets his thumb brush against her button, jolting her from her sad war cry magic spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` well-chosen now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's vocalism betrayed his amusement, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The finger sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just fingers, Kaylee swears she can sense the poise air of her apartment 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to fuck that ass ? ``

Kaylee shakes her head, `` No way. ``

Bob Dylan smiles, `` A shame. But lucky for me to be the number 1. '' The hand grabs her hair from rear end again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping mortal will hear her, but the loggerheaded walls of the refurbished manufacturing plant are solid state brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs tight together, to traverse him access, but he 's too unassailable, using his knees to wrench her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her pilus with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut dungaree off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' cock, and thick as a snow can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered little jam he 's about to encroach upon for the first sentence. Finding it, he does n't waffle to push the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fervor. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is heavyset than the finger's breadth he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her encephalon screams internally, bringing rip to her eyes yet again. With a loud pop, the header breaks past her outer golf hole, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, inch by inch. Every hint she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally push their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and find out a position where her filled ass does n't ache, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops free of her tight gob, only to receive it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up speed and air pressure with every push. Soon he 's battering her ass, his bollock swinging back and Forth, slapping her against her clitoris hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her cunt with his dislodge mitt, the former keeping a besotted hold on her hair's-breadth. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to push the intruding cock out and also expand to assuage some of the insistency. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much tighter than his even slut. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and scratch line to sprout cum deep into her ass, the quick cum splashing into her blotto butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the base.

With a late sigh, Dylan lets go of her hair's-breadth and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a globe, her ass leaking cum and outcry. He sits next to her, laying against the couch, his tool still rock hard, a mixture of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Bob Dylan smiles, `` clean me up cunt. ''

She stares. Lick his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her stock ? She shakes her head, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her whisker, dragging her across the level once more, her knees scraping on the wood, until her face is veracious above his stopcock, which he starts to push to her sass. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip daub across her backtalk. Bob Dylan 's anger is back, and his resign hand pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't take a breather. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her lip to puff in the novel air. As soon as her backtalk part, his cock shoved its way into her mouth, her spit unable to nullify tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her back talk, holding her header tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and tongue scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her workplace, and when finally she 's done he 's hard as a rock again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far honey, you look like you need to slack a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan deplume his small dime bag out, tapping a minor total of white pulverisation onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` want some ? '' She nods, hoping that will rent the sharpness off what has turned into a pretty horrible day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, bitch, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too tired and in pain to care. Grabbing the base of his rooster, deliberate not to slop any powder, Kaylee lowers her pry to his brain, sniffing heavy, feeling the powder fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in her ass gallery to a small murmur, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden level, letting her regard settee on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting fog of the cocaine takes her in its clasp, and she is almost ready to go to sleep when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to learn to deal your C better, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the storey. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her thigh, sliding back and forth, until they reach the sleeping room together. Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the bedroom. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

Even through the cocaine haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this prick. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedroom to submit boost ...