Kaylee woke up too soon that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a large king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her light-haired hair 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 gumptious arts district of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a natural endowment she 's had for as long as she can remember. 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 morning somebody, but the loud, incessant knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the social movement door, dressed in a promiscuous white tanktop and Joseph Black lash panties. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her forefront around the corner of the breast doorway. `` What ? ``

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

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to have a meek coke habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to take in the full-bodied 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 talk to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't stimulate to do that. Just ... just turn over me a yoke hebdomad. I 'll make it then. ``

Bob Dylan laughed, `` Like inferno you will. stag, you still owe me from the last party, not to mention last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed punishing, thought process of her pick. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drink 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 door. A hired man had her by the spinal column of the throat, farseeing fingerbreadth 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 make a difference. '' A finger's breadth slid down her incline, nudging under the waistband of her panties right above her ass scissure. `` Damn Kaylee, you do have one tight little ass. Are you still dating that sucker ? '' Kaylee nodded, tear welling up in her heart as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to take a breath, tears flowing unattackable now, Kaylee eked out a still dissent, `` No, delight do n't ... go out 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 bridge player on her cervix relaxed only long enough to snap up a fistful of her dirty blonde hair, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the sustenance room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a handwriting on her hair while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely make out the discussion. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in different places 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 crack, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing in spite of appearance roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to keep open their family relationship, `` Can I fall over and utter to you coddle ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so sad Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her head decline, 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 corneous. Angling his paw, Dylan lets his finger brush against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's vocalisation betrayed his amusement, `` 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 find the cool 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 headspring, `` No way. ``

Bob Dylan smiles, `` A pathos. But lucky for me to be the first. '' The bridge player grabs her hair from backside again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the lounge, slamming her onto the hardwood base face first. She screams now, hoping individual will hear her, but the fatheaded bulwark of the refurbished manufacturing plant are unanimous brick. Kaylee tries to displume her legs cockeyed together, to deny him admittance, but he 's too warm, using his knees to wrench her thighs apart, having her metrical unit rest squarely against his thigh. Still holding her hair with one helping hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' tool, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the cockle little hole he 's about to encroach upon for the first base clip. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to crowd the midst mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fire. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is duncical than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain screech internally, bringing teardrop to her eyes yet again. With a loud pop, the headspring 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, in by inch. Every breath she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. 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 chance a berth where her occupy ass does n't spite, but it 's no use. He pulls his pecker out slowly again, until the read/write head pops free of her soaked gob, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up upper and pressure with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his glob swinging back and Forth, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her cunt with his absolve hand, the former keeping a tight traveling bag on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to fight the intruding stopcock out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure. Damn it 's cockeyed, he thinks, much a good deal tighter than his steady slattern. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starts to shoot cum deep into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her besotted butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the flooring.

With a deep sigh, Bob Dylan lets go of her hair and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a globe, her ass leaking cum and weeping. He sits succeeding to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a mixture of cum and profligate covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up squawk. ''

She stares. work out his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her roue ? She shakes her head, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her pilus, dragging her across the floor once more, her stifle scraping on the wood, until her face is decently above his cock, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip smears across her lips. Dylan 's ira is back, and his free manus pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't breathe. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her oral cavity to gasp in the tonic air. As soon as her rim part, his turncock shoved its way into her rima oris, her tongue ineffective to annul tasting the disgusting combining. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her school principal tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her rim and tongue scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's difficult as a rock and roll again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far dearest, you look like you need to slow down a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan pull up his diminished dime bag out, tapping a small measure of Theodore Harold White gunpowder onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will lead the edge off what has turned into a pretty atrocious day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, gripe, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too outwear and in pain to care. Grabbing the radix of his putz, measured not to spill any powder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his head, sniffing strong, feeling the pulverization fly up her nozzle. Instantly, the pain sensation in her ass drifts to a modest heart murmur, and Kaylee slack against the wooden base, letting her regard settle on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting fog of the cocaine takes her in its clutches, and she is almost quick to go to kip when Dylan coaxes her up.

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

Even through the cocaine haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this asshole. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the sleeping accommodation to submit further ...