Kaylee woke up early that dawning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a turgid king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blond hair strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her daddy to get this flat for her, right hand in the new up-and-coming art 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 remember. Even with her boyfriend Dave, new legal assistant at her daddie 's law firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a morning soul, but the loud, perpetual knocking on the room access finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the battlefront door, dressed in a release white tanktop and nigrify thong panties. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

She blushed. Her dad 's tolerance also permitted her to have a meek coke habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her young man was n't around. It would n't do to have got the rich people neighbor hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't take in 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 speak to your dad ? ``

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

Bob Dylan laughed, `` Like snake pit you will. shop, you still owe me from the live on party, not to observe in conclusion Night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed laborious, thought of her options. `` I 'm athirst, I need a drinkable 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 electric refrigerator, and was suddenly slammed against the napped steel door. A hired man had her by the spine of the throat, retentive fingers clenching down on her slender cervix, 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 slid down her side, nudging under the waistband of her panties right above her ass sally. `` Damn Kaylee, you do sustain one tight piffling ass. Are you still dating that gull ? '' Kaylee nodded, tears welling up in her optic as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to breathe, tears flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a restrained 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 recent for that. Let 's go. '' The hired man on her cervix relaxed only long enough to catch a fistful of her dirty blonde fuzz, and Bob Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the animation room. Shoving her onto the sofa, bent-grass over, he pinned her down, keeping a paw on her whisker while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Bob Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely gain out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some cerebration, 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 cocksucker and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to pant and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their relationship, `` Can I arrive over and talk to you coddle ? Let 's piece of work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to alert 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 fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Bob Dylan pushed a second gear finger's breadth into her tight asshole. Trying to displace back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him corneous. Angling his helping hand, Dylan lets his pollex brush against her clit, jolting her from her sad vociferation magic spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's voice 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 palpate the coolheaded 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 pass, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from hindquarters again, and Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will see her, but the thick bulwark of the refurbished manufactory are solid brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs pixilated together, to deny him access code, but he 's too strong, using his knees to wrench her thigh apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her hair with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his rosehip, 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 knit lilliputian hole he 's about to invade for the first time. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to push the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on flame. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is blockheaded than the fingerbreadth he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her encephalon wow internally, bringing tears to her eyes yet again. With a loud pop, the drumhead breaks past her outer muddle, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, column inch by inch. Every breathing spell she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. After what seems like an timelessness, the 9 '' finally force their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and find a position where her filled ass does n't bruise, but it 's no use. He pulls his prick out slowly again, until the forefront pops free of her tight hole, only to sustain it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up amphetamine and pressure level with every push. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and Forth River, slapping her against her clitoris hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her puss with his free hand, the other keeping a tight handgrip on her hairsbreadth. Her ass muscle spasm, alternatily trying to push the intruding dick out and also expand to palliate some of the insistence. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much pixilated than his steady adulteress. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starts to sprout cum deep into her ass, the tender cum splashing into her blotto butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak out down her second joint and onto the floor.

With a deep sigh, 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 yell. He sits next to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a concoction of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, 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 blood ? She shakes her straits, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her pilus, dragging her across the story once more, her genu scraping on the Mrs. Henry Wood, until her human face is right above his cock, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening opinion as the cum-covered tip smears across her lips. Dylan 's anger is back, and his free hand pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't take a breather. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her mouth to gasp in the freshly air. As soon as her lips part, his cock shoved its way into her mouth, her tongue unable to fend off tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her back talk and tongue scraping off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's difficult as a rock again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far dear, you look like you need to loose a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan pull his pocket-size dime bag bag out, tapping a pocket-size sum of money of white powder onto the tip of his tool. He turns to her, `` take some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the edge off what has turned into a fairly 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 sap and in painfulness to care. Grabbing the base of his cock, deliberate not to talk any pulverisation, Kaylee lowers her nose to his point, sniffing voiceless, feeling the powder fly up her nozzle. Instantly, the pain in her ass drifts to a minor grumbling, and Kaylee depression against the wooden floor, letting her regard settle on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting haze of the cocaine takes her in its grip, and she is almost ready to go to log Z's when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to get wind to handle your C better, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the floor. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her second joint, sliding back and forth, until they reach the bedroom together. Bob 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 arsehole. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedroom to defer farther ...