Overdrive

After all that I've had to drink, the drive to your house is a blur. You drive a black car with an expensive-looking interior, but those are the only details I can process as I climb into the back seat of the car. You had opened the door for me, stating, "Naughty girls with messy pussies don't get to sit up front. Lie down in the back and don't stain the upholstery."

I had only whimpered and did as you asked, stretching across the backseat in my rumpled silk dress. It rode up, the way I was lying, exposing most of my ass. My breasts kept spilling out of the low-cut dress. I couldn't bring myself to care, as the world spun around me and my cunt continued to leak and throb.

As you drive, your words rattle around in my head, that I shouldn't stain the seat. That feels doable, until a warm dribble of slick leaks out of my pussy and starts to drool down the back of my thigh. A little gasp rips out of my chest, and I reach behind myself to stop the trail of wetness in its track, wiping it up with my fingers before it can reach the upholstery.

Once I'm sure the crisis is averted, I pull my hand away and look at my fingers, unsure of what to do with the sticky wetness coating them. If I wipe it on my dress, it'll stain it, though at this point it might not matter. Still, the best solution is clear, and I bring my messy fingers to my mouth and start lazily sucking and licking, cleaning the pussy juices from them and humming at the taste. It's not the first time I've tasted myself.

I'm still sucking on my fingers when we come to a final stop and you turn the car off. You twist in the front seat to look at me, lifting a brow at the sight of three fingers shoved into my mouth. The weight of them on my tongue feels good, comforting. "Why are you sucking your fingers, baby?"

"Pussy's wet," I mumble, finally drawing them from my mouth. "Couldn't stain the seats."

"Aw, so you cleaned it up with your fingers and mouth?" you ask, that condescending tone back in your voice. "What a good girl. Keep being good and you'll get the cock you've been begging for all night."

I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep my cunt from drooling even more at that, and I whine. You only laugh and get out of the car before opening the back door. I find it difficult to move on my own, so you grab my thighs and drag me across the seat and out of the car, helping me to my unsteady feet once they touch the ground.

Your house looks nice, but I don't remember much of it as you lead me to a bedroom with an attached bathroom. It doesn't seem like your personal bedroom, with how pristine it looks. The corners on the bet are too crisp, the furniture void of any personal belongings or decorations. It doesn't look lived-in. I hardly care, as all I can focus on is the tacky feeling on my inner thighs.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I garble, clutching at your jacket as I try to hold myself up.

"Not yet," you chide, clicking your tongue at me. "You still haven't earned it. And you're filthy, baby. We need to get you cleaned up."

A shower sounds blissful, but I also don't want to stand any longer. My knees still feel like jelly from riding your thigh, and the alcohol is keeping my head fuzzy. "Are you going to help me, daddy?"

"I'll help you, baby," you say, a wicked twist to your lips. "Come on."

You lead me into the bathroom and help me lean against the sink to keep my balance, before grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it clean off me. I'm dazed, embarrassed, stripped completely naked in a matter of seconds, the bright lighting of the bathroom illuminating my nakedness. For a moment, I try to cover myself with my arms, but you grab them and walk me backward to the shower.

"None of that," you say, as you open the glass door to the shower. "Don't get shy on me now. If you want daddy to give you his cock, you must show him that tight little body."

My cheeks warm at the words, but I don't try to cover myself again. You push me into the shower, until I'm pressed against the tile wall. It's cold on my back, and I try to arch away from it for a second, causing my back to bow, nearly pressing my breasts into your clothed chest. You smirk at the sight and give one of my tits a harsh slap, before reaching up to grab the detachable shower head.

"Be good and hold still while we get you cleaned up," you say.

I nod and press back against the wall, adjusting to the coldness, and then you turn the water on. I expect you to give it a moment to warm up, to gently help wash me, but instead you turn it toward me immediately. I shriek as I'm hit with ice cold water, the spray aimed at my chest and belly. In seconds, my nipples tighten up into hard little buds, and my legs start shaking beneath me as I shiver. You only give me a disappointed look and a slap to one of my thighs.

"Be good," you snap.

I nod and clamp my mouth shut.

A few seconds later the water warms to a comfortable temperature, and I breathe out a sigh of relief, but my legs still shake beneath me. Whether it's from the shock of the cold water, my earlier orgasm, the alcohol, or a mixture of all three, I can't tell, but it becomes hard to stay upright with each passing second.

"Daddy," I whimper, hands braced on the wall behind me as I try not to sink to the ground.

You watch as I begin to slip down, a degrading look in your eyes. "It's okay. You can sit down."

I let go and sink to the ground, knees bending and ass hitting the floor of the shower a little too hard. The position forces my legs apart, my pussy spreading open.

"Here," you reach toward a shelf above my head and grab a bar of soap, before tossing it down to me. It slips between my fingers as I try to catch it and goes spinning across the shower floor. The most humiliating sensation washes over me as I scramble for the soap. It slips between my fingers three more times before I finally get a grasp on it.

"You wash, I'll rinse," you snap.

I waste no time and start rubbing the bar of soap all over my sprawled body. You follow my soapy trail with the stream of hot water coming from the shower head. As I soap my shoulders, the water hits my face and makes me splutter. I inhale some of it and start to cough. It doesn't deter you, and you hold steady, mercilessly spraying down my body, as if I'm some kind of dirty animal.

When I reach down to wash the inside of my thighs, you change the setting on the showerhead to a jet stream and turn it directly on my pussy. I lurch with a loud moan, and the soap slips out of my hand again. At this point, I'm practically sprawled on the floor of the shower, legs spread and body spasming as you torture my poor cunt.

"Doesn't that feel good, baby? Does the water feel good on your filthy little whore cunt?" you laugh, watching me squirm around on the floor. The water stream is nearly painful in the way it's hitting my exposed clit, but your words only cause me to spread my legs wider, chasing more of that pleasure-pain.

"Yes, daddy," I cry, reaching for the backs of my thighs to hold my legs open, praying the torture never ends. "It feels so good, daddy. It hurts my pussy. I love it! Please don't stop!"

"You are such a little slut," you say, as you turn the spray away from me, leaving my pussy exposed and throbbing. I can't help but sob, immediately missing the feeling of the water pummeling my clit.

"No, please daddy," I cry, still holding my legs open. "Please give me more. Please let me cum!"

You press your foot against my cunt then, still clad in the shoes you were wearing at the club. The sensation makes me jerk and hold my legs open impossibly wide, and I futilely try to rub up against your shoe. You press back, almost painfully grinding the toe of your shoe against my swollen clit. "I don't know if you deserve to cum, baby. You already did half an hour ago. What about daddy?"

"I'll do whatever you want, daddy," I cry, out of my mind. "Use me however you want. Just please let me cum."

"Hm," you huff, giving one last harsh dig of your shoe, before pulling back. "If you say so, sweetheart."

You turn the water back on my pussy and I thrash. At this point I do feel like an animal. My head feels empty, full of nothing but sensation receptors igniting as I'm drowned with the most overwhelming physical feelings I've ever experienced. I'm lying completely on the floor now, my hair soaking up water from the floor of the shower, but the only thing I can feel is the water hitting my pussy. My legs are spread as wide as I can force them, no doubt displaying not only my cunt but also my tight asshole to you. My eyes are squeezed shut as a long cry rips out of my throat. You stare intently at my clenching holes as my cry begins to rise into a scream, and finally I snap, ripped into an even more intense orgasm than the one earlier.

I can't stop sobbing as I cum, unable to form any real words. I want to beg you to stop, to turn the water off, but you keep it aimed at my aching clit as I convulse on the floor, drawing my orgasm out painfully. Despite the pain, I continue to hold my legs open, addicted to the agony of overstimulation.

Eventually my orgasm begins to subside, and my body quakes on the floor, still convulsing every few seconds with aftershocks. You seem to notice that the orgasm has passed, and you finally move the stream away from my clit and instead aim it directly at my asshole.

"Mmh!" I jerk, elbows hooked behind my knees.

"You like that?" you ask, giving my ass a little kick with the toe of your shoe. "You like feeling the water on your little hole?"

I can only nod, so blissed out that I hardly feel like I'm still in my body.

"You ever had a cock in your ass, baby?"

I shake my head. I've never had a cock in either of my holes. Maybe I should tell you that, if I ever find my voice again. Maybe it would turn you on, knowing that you have my virginity at your disposal.

Finally, you shut the water off completely and reach down to help me up. If it was difficult to stand before, it's nearly impossible now, but you seem to take mercy on me and do most of the work. You haul me off the ground and wrap a towel around me, before walking me back on the bed, allowing me to fall gracelessly onto it.

"Let's get you dry, baby," you coo, rubbing the towel across my skin. I hum, relishing in the sudden softness you're showing, after such a brutal orgasm. "Then we can have some more play time."