Kaylee woke up betimes that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a large king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blonde hair strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her pa to get this apartment for her, right field in the new up-and-coming prowess dominion of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a endowment she 's had for as long as she can commemorate. Even with her boyfriend Dave, new paralegal at her daddie 's law business firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a morning person, but the loud, incessant knock on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the figurehead door, dressed in a loose snowy tanktop and black thong panties. Looking through the spyhole, 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 base in so she could n't close it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my turd is for free ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance account also permitted her to accept a mild C habit, which she indulged in nearly weekends when her beau was n't around. It would n't do to ingest the rich neighbour hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't have 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 mouth to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't take to do that. Just ... just give me a couple hebdomad. I 'll stimulate it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell on earth you will. Shit, you still owe me from the last party, not to name last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed firmly, thought process of her selection. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drunkenness of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the way. Pouring herself a deoxyephedrine, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed brand door. A helping hand had her by the back of the throat, long finger's breadth 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 crap a difference. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the sash of her panty right above her ass crack. `` Damn Kaylee, you do bear one nasty fiddling ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt his secure finger pushing down her ass cracking `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to take a breather, split flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a placid dissent, `` 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 latterly for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blonde hair, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the sustenance room. Shoving her onto the put, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her hair while handing her the earphone with the early. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to overlook anything.

'' Hu ... hullo, '' came Dave 's sleepy-eyed voice on the former end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely take a leak out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in dissimilar lieu 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, Bob Dylan 's finger's breadth slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered arsehole and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to remain focused on Dave, as he fought to write their family relationship, `` Can I come over and talk to you coddle ? Let 's workplace through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quieten as possible, 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 head free fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second finger into her tight asshole. Trying to proceed back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him hornlike. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his thumb brush against her clit, 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 voice betrayed his entertainment, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The fingers sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just digit, Kaylee swears she can feel the coolheaded air of her flat 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Bob Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to bang that ass ? ``

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

Bob Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But favorable for me to be the first. '' The hired hand grabs her hair from behind again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood level face first. She screams now, hoping someone will pick up her, but the thick-skulled walls of the freshen up factory are firm brick. Kaylee tries to pull in her leg tight together, to deny him entree, but he 's too strong, using his knees to wring her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her hair with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut blue jean off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' cock, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered little cakehole he 's about to overrun for the commencement fourth dimension. Finding it, he does n't waffle to push the thick mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fervour. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is thicker than the finger he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain screams internally, bringing bust to her middle yet again. With a loud pop, the caput breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, inch by inch. Every breath she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is ceaseless. After what seems like an eternity, 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 billet where her fill ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his stopcock out slowly again, until the head pops free of her tight jam, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up speed and pressure level with every push. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and forth, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her cunt with his devoid hand, the other keeping a pixilated hold on her fuzz. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to crowd the intruding prick out and also expand to salve some of the pressure level. Damn it 's squiffy, he thinks, much much miserly than his even trollop. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starting signal to inject cum deep into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her soused butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak out down her thighs and onto the trading floor.

With a deep suspiration, Bob Dylan lets go of her hair and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a ball, her ass leaking cum and crying. He sits next to her, laying against the couch, his cock still shake hard, a smorgasbord of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up beef. ''

She stares. Lick his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her oral sex, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the base once more, her genu scraping on the wood, until her face is right above his cock, which he starts to press to her lip. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip spot across her backtalk. Bob Dylan 's anger is back, and his relinquish hand pinches her poke, choking off the air so she ca n't breathe. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her mouth to heave in the fresh air. As soon as her lips region, his dick shoved its way into her sass, her spit unable to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her lip, holding her chief tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her back talk and spit scratch off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's strong as a rock candy again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far love, you look like you need to decompress a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan pull his modest dime bag bag out, tapping a small amount 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 moderately horrible day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, beef, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too trite and in painfulness to care. Grabbing the radical of his cock, deliberate not to spill any pulverization, Kaylee lowers her scent to his head, sniffing hard, feeling the powder fly up her nose. Instantly, the bother in her ass purport to a fry mutter, and Kaylee slump against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The companion, comforting daze of the cocaine takes her in its grip, and she is almost ready to go to slumber when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to read to deal your C better, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the floor. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her thigh, sliding back and forth, 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 cocaine haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this SOB. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedchamber to present further ...