Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a with child king-sized plush bed, in her new flat. Her blonde pilus strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her daddy to get this apartment for her, right hand in the new up-and-coming arts territorial dominion of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a gift she 's had for as long as she can recollect. Even with her boyfriend Dave, new paralegal at her daddie 's law firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a break of day person, but the loud, incessant knock on the threshold finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the nominal head threshold, dressed in a loose white tanktop and smuggled flip-flop panties. Looking through the spyhole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her school principal around the recess of the front doorway. `` 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 devoid ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance account also permitted her to have a balmy Coca Cola habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to stimulate the rich neighbors hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't give birth the money Dylan, '' she started, as the room access 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 give me a mates calendar week. I 'll have it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like sin you will. tell on, you still owe me from the last party, not to mention end nighttime. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed gruelling, thought process of her alternative. `` I 'm athirst, I need a boozing of body of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a glass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed steel room access. A hand had her by the back of the throat, recollective fingers clenching down on her slender cervix, choking her.

'' Now, I 'm going to get my money 's Charles Frederick Worth out of you, whether you pay me in hard cash or in ass, it does n't make a difference. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the waistband of her panties right above her ass fissure. `` Damn Kaylee, you do give one tight little ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt his potent finger pushing down her ass scissure `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to catch one's breath, rent flowing warm now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protest, `` No, please do n't ... leave him out of it, I 'll get you the money. promise I will. ``

'' I 've heard your hope before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blond hair, and Bob Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the life room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her whisker while handing her the phone with the early. Dialing, Bob Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

'' Hu ... hullo, '' came Dave 's sleepy part on the other end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely make out the word of honor. `` Dave, I have been doing some intellection, and I believe we 're just in different berth 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, Bob Dylan 's finger slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered cocksucker and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to puff and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to bide focused on Dave, as he fought to carry through their relationship, `` Can I total over and babble to you pamper ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as potential, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so sorry Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her read/write head downslope, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second finger into her tight asshole. Trying to move back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his violation, just made him horny. Angling his hired hand, Bob Dylan lets his thumb brushwood against her button, jolting her from her sad crying magical spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his digit in her ass. `` felicitous now, bastard ? ``

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

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

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the first gear. '' The mitt grabs her whisker from behind again, and Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will get a line her, but the duncical wall of the refurbish factory are self-coloured brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs tight together, to deny him admission, but he 's too strong, using his knee joint to wrench her thighs apart, having her groundwork rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her fuzz with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' prick, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the rumple little maw he 's about to invade for the first time. Finding it, he does n't waffle to push the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on firing. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is thick than the fingerbreadth he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her head screams internally, bringing tears to her heart yet again. With a tatty pop, the head breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. Bob Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, inch by inch. Every breath she shudders, trying to advertise it out, but he is never-ending. After what seems like an timelessness, the 9 '' finally force their way into her ass, and Bob Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and find a position where her take ass does n't spite, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops unblock of her sloshed mess, only to throw it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up pep pill and pressure with every thrusting. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and Forth River, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her pussy with his justify hand, the other keeping a close handgrip on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to crusade the intruding putz out and also expand to unbosom some of the press. Damn it 's cockeyed, he thinks, much a lot sozzled than his unconstipated adulteress. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and starts to shoot cum deep into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her fast butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her second joint and onto the floor.

With a thick sigh, Bob Dylan lets go of her hair and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a lump, her ass leaking cum and yell. He sits next to her, laying against the sofa, his hammer still rock hard, a mixture of cum and bloodline covering the tip. Looking over at her, Bob Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. figure out his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her caput, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the Mrs. Henry Wood, until her case is good above his rooster, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip cytosmear across her lips. Bob Dylan 's angriness is back, and his innocent hand pinches her horn in, choking off the air so she ca n't suspire. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her oral cavity to gasp in the fresh air. As soon as her backtalk constituent, his pecker shoved its way into her mouth, her glossa unable to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her rima oris, holding her headland tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and tongue scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's tough as a rock again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far honey, you look like you need to relax a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan pull his small dime bag out, tapping a small measure of white powder onto the tip of his cock. He turns to her, `` ask some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the edge off what has turned into a jolly frightful 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 commonplace and in nuisance to wish. Grabbing the pedestal of his cock, thrifty not to spill any pulverization, Kaylee lowers her nose to his read/write head, sniffing hard, feeling the powder fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in the ass in her ass drifts to a minor murmur, and Kaylee slump against the wooden flooring, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The intimate, comforting haze of the cocaine takes her in its grip, and she is almost make to go to catch some Z's when Bob Dylan coaxes her up.

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

Even through the cocain haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this dickhead. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedroom to defer further ...