Kaylee woke up ahead of time 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 pappa to get this apartment for her, right hand in the new up-and-coming arts district of business district. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a natural endowment she 's had for as long as she can think back. Even with her young man 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 person, but the loud, incessant knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front threshold, dressed in a loose white tanktop and black G-string pantie. Looking through the spyhole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up 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 motherfucker is for free ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to have a mild blow habit, which she indulged in to the highest degree weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to take the rich neighbors hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't induce the money Bob Dylan, '' she started, as the doorway closed.

'' wellspring you owe me. So what am I going to do with you ? Maybe I should tattle to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't have to do that. Just ... just fall in me a copulate weeks. I 'll have it then. ``

Bob Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. tell on, you still owe me from the last company, not to remark last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, thinking of her options. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drinking of water system. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a looking glass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the napped brand door. A handwriting had her by the back of the throat, long fingers clenching down on her slender neck opening, choking her.

'' Now, I 'm going to get my money 's worth out of you, whether you pay me in Johnny Cash or in ass, it does n't make a difference. '' A finger's breadth slid down her side, nudging under the girdle of her panty right above her ass scissure. `` Damn Kaylee, you do have one cockeyed slight ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, tears welling up in her eye as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass gap `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to breathe, tears flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a placid protest, `` No, delight do n't ... leave him out of it, I 'll get you the money. hope I will. ``

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

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely make out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thought, and I believe we 're just in different berth 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 fracture, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing at heart roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their relationship, `` Can I come up over and talk to you baby ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to horrify 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 crepuscule, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second finger into her tight asshole. Trying to actuate back and Forth River, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him hornier. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his thumb encounter against her clit, jolting her from her sad vociferation spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug bargainer with his fingerbreadth in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

Bob 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 digit, Kaylee swears she can finger the cool air of her apartment 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to sleep together that ass ? ``

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

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But favourable for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from behind again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the lounge, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will try her, but the thick walls of the refurbish factory are solid brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs tight together, to deny him access, but he 's too firm, using his articulatio genus to wrench her thigh apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thigh. Still holding her hair with one hired hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his articulatio coxae, revealing a nearly 9 '' cock, and thick as a snow can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the ruck piddling jam he 's about to invade for the first time. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to agitate the midst mushroom-shaped cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fire. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The brain is thicker than the fingerbreadth he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain howler internally, bringing crying to her center yet again. With a gimcrack pop, the head 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 in. Every breathing space she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally force their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and get hold a position where her make full ass does n't anguish, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops dislodge of her tight trap, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up speeding and pressure sensation 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, Bob Dylan rubs her pussycat with his free hand, the other keeping a compressed grip on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to campaign the intruding cock out and also expand to lighten some of the force per unit area. Damn it 's blind drunk, he thinks, much very much tighter than his regular jade. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starting line to dart cum deep into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her squiffy butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the trading floor.

With a mysterious sigh, Bob Dylan lets go of her haircloth and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a ball, her ass leaking cum and cry. He sits next to her, laying against the lounge, his cock still rock hard, a mixture of cum and rip covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up squawk. ''

She stares. lap up his hammer ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her lineage ? She shakes her school principal, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her haircloth, dragging her across the story once more, her knee joint scraping on the woods, until her face is right above his cock, which he starts to agitate to her sass. Kaylee resists still, a sickening tactual sensation as the cum-covered tip smears across her lips. Bob Dylan 's anger 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 mouth to heave in the invigorated air. As soon as her lips part, his turncock shoved its way into her mouth, her tongue ineffective to avoid tasting the disgusting compounding. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her brain tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lip and tongue abrasion off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her workplace, and when finally she 's done he 's heavily as a rock again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far beloved, you look like you need to relax a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan deplume his low dime bag out, tapping a small total of white pulverisation onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will guide the edge off what has turned into a pretty ugly day. Reaching for the bag, Bob Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, bitch, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too old-hat and in painfulness to handle. Grabbing the Base of his rooster, careful not to spill any gunpowder, Kaylee lowers her horn in to his head, sniffing heavily, feeling the gunpowder fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in her ass drifts to a youngster murmur, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The companion, comforting haze of the cocaine takes her in its bag, and she is almost ready to go to kip when Bob Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to watch to handle 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 sleeping room. `` 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 put in further ...