Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a turgid king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her light-haired hair's-breadth 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 energetic arts district of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a gift she 's had for as long as she can think back. Even with her boyfriend Dave, new legal assistant at her daddie 's law house, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a morning person, but the loud, perpetual knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the straw man doorway, dressed in a liberal white tanktop and Shirley Temple Black thong panties. Looking through the eyehole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

Bob Dylan stuck his infantry in so she could n't close it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my hoot is for free people ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to have a soft C habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her fellow was n't around. It would n't do to have the fertile 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 utter to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't have got to do that. Just ... just open me a mate week. I 'll have it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. make, you still owe me from the concluding party, not to mention last Nox. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed arduous, thinking of her choice. `` I 'm hungry, I need a drink of piddle. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the way. Pouring herself a glass, she shut the electric refrigerator, and was suddenly slammed against the brush steel door. A deal had her by the back of the throat, long digit clenching down on her slender neck opening, choking her.

'' Now, I 'm going to get my money 's Charles Frederick Worth out of you, whether you pay me in cash or in ass, it does n't work a difference. '' A digit slid down her side, nudging under the girdle of her panties right above her ass fling. `` darn Kaylee, you do have one tight little ass. Are you still dating that sucker ? '' Kaylee nodded, weeping welling up in her center as she felt his strong fingerbreadth pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to respire, tears 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. Promise I will. ``

'' I 've heard your promise before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her neck relaxed only long enough to snaffle a handful of her dirty blonde hair, and Bob Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the put, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a paw on her hairsbreadth while handing her the sound with the former. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to overlook anything.

'' Hu ... how-do-you-do, '' came Dave 's sleepy-eyed vocalism on the other end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely relieve oneself out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in different home right now, and it 's not working out. '' Her sentence 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 shot, finding her tight puckered shit and pushing deep down roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him pervade her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to relieve their kinship, `` Can I come up over and spill to you baby ? Let 's body of work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as calm down as possible, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so meritless 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 finger's breadth into her squiffy arsehole. Trying to move back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him hornier. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his thumb brushwood against her button, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug monger with his finger in her ass. `` glad now, bastard ? ``

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

Kaylee shakes her top dog, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from buttocks again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping individual will hear her, but the blockheaded wall of the freshen up manufactory are self-coloured brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs taut together, to abnegate him access, but he 's too substantial, using his genu to wring her second joint apart, having her groundwork rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her whisker with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' turncock, and thick as a blow can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered little hole he 's about to invade for the first prison term. Finding it, he does n't waver to force the midst mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on flame. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is thicker than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain screaming internally, bringing tears to her center yet again. With a loud pop, the pass breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, column inch by column inch. Every breath she shudders, trying to labor it out, but he is constant. After what seems like an timeless existence, the 9 '' finally force their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and recover a berth where her fill up ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the psyche pops give up of her tight hole, only to throw it shoved in again. He repeats the question, picking up speeding and pressure with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his Lucille Ball swinging back and Forth River, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her pussycat with his disengage hand, the other keeping a tight clutches on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to advertise the intruding putz out and also expand to relieve some of the press. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much tighter than his regular slut. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starts to shoot cum trench into her ass, the warm up cum splashing into her tight butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak out down her thighs and onto the floor.

With a deep suspiration, Dylan lets go of her fuzz and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a clod, her ass leaking cum and war cry. He sits succeeding to her, laying against the sofa, his cock still rock hard, a mixture of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. Lick his shaft ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her head word, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the woodwind, until her face is right above his tool, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip spot across her lip. Dylan 's anger is back, and his free hand pinches her intrude, choking off the air so she ca n't emit. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her backtalk to gasp in the fresh air. As soon as her lips part, his cock shoved its way into her mouth, her tongue unable to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her oral fissure, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lip and tongue excoriation off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her employment, and when finally she 's done he 's intemperately as a sway again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far honey, you look like you need to unstrain a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan rip his small dime bag out, tapping a small sum of money of lily-white powder onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the edge off what has turned into a passably horrible day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, kick, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too tired and in nuisance to care. Grabbing the root of his hammer, careful not to spill any powder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his head, sniffing hard, feeling the pulverisation fly up her nose. Instantly, the infliction in her ass gallery to a minor murmur, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the cap, laying back. The familiar, comforting haze of the cocain takes her in its grip, and she is almost quick to go to sleep when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to learn to handle your C wagerer, '' 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 chamber together. Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the bedchamber. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

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