Overdrive

You carry me out of the bathroom and deposit me on the bed, still completely naked. The towel you half-dried me with has been tossed aside. I can hardly feel my body anymore, between two mind-blowing orgasms, a tad too much alcohol, and the late hour. I'm unsure of what time it is, but it must be the middle of the night by now.

"You think you're ready for my cock?" You tease, finally toeing off your shoes and removing your belt.

"'m ready," I murmur, voice hoarse. I grab the backs of my thighs and pull my legs apart, spreading my pussy open for you, as if it'll prove how ready I am.

You huff out a small laugh and unzip your pants, before pulling out your hard cock and giving it a couple quick strokes. Though I'd sucked your cock earlier, I hadn't had time to truly imagine what it would feel like inside of me. I try to remember if any of my toys are as big as you. I wonder if it'll hurt when you fuck me, and my pussy throbs at the thought that it might.

"Have you ever had a cock this big?" You tease, gripping tight around the base of your dick.

I'm unsure if it's exhaustion or lust that makes me accidentally spill the little secret I'd been hiding all night. "No, daddy. I've never had a cock in me at all."

Your dick jumps at my words, a groan escaping from deep in your chest. "Tell me you aren't lying," you growl.

A lump has formed in my throat, and I swallow several times as I try to get my voice to work. I continue to hold my legs spread wide, unsure of what else to do. My stomach churns with nerves, but wetness is still dribbling out of my pussy, visual proof of how badly I want fucked. "I'm not," I whimper. "Promise. I'm a virgin."

You step closer to the bed and grip one of my thighs with a strong hand, forcing my legs open a little wider. "Which holes, baby?"

"All of them."

You lift a brow, staring condescendingly down at me. "If I recall correctly, you had my cock down your throat earlier tonight."

"That was my first time," I murmur, cheeks burning. My pussy clenches as I remember the feeling of your cock in my mouth.

"You sucked cock like a whore," you say, accusatory, and thread the fingers of your empty hand through my hair, before tugging it harshly.

I cry out and squirm, fingers starting to slip from my thighs, where sweat has built up. "I swear! I really am a virgin. You took my oral virginity at the club."

You whistle lowly and loosen the tight grip on my hair. Your hand on my thigh trails down to my pussy, where it's spread open, and you run a finger down my wet slit. "And you're sure you want me to fuck you? To split your pussy open on my cock?"

I nod quickly. Tears are building at the corner of my eyes. "Yes, please! Ruin me for anyone else."

Your fingers move even lower, teasing at the tight little bud of my asshole, which is rosy pink and clenched, looking impossibly tight. "And what about here? You want me to fuck you here too?"

I nod again. My breaths are growing wet and shaky, and you tease the very tip of your finger at my tightest hole, pressing firmly. "I want you to fuck all my holes, daddy. Please."

Suddenly you are hauling me from the bed and throwing me over a shoulder to carry me to another room. I squeal as my world spins, and you slap a hand down hard on my ass, shutting me up.

You don't say a word as you carry me down the hallway and into another room. This one is clearly your bedroom, looks lived in, and my eyes go round at the paddles, floggers, restraints, and toys that line one wall. You don't set me on the bed here though, but instead carry me through another door and out onto a balcony.

The night is warm, with a mild breeze. Still, my nipples stiffen tightly from the temperature change, and my cheeks flame again as it registers that we are outside, in full view, and I'm still completely naked.

"How about we show the entire city how pretty you look while I use your virgin holes, hm?" You ask, as you finally set me down on a patio lounge chair. It is slightly inclined, and you adjust me so that my hands are wrapped around the metal frame on the inclined end, with my bare ass facing the glass wall around your balcony. I wonder if you'll turn on the balcony light. If you do, anyone from the building across from yours will be able to see my nakedness if they look out their window.

"Normally I'd restrain you to a bench," You say, almost as if you're speaking to yourself. "But this will do for now. Stay on your knees for me, and don't move."

My body remains stone still while I await your return. Though I doubt anyone can see me on the dark patio, it feels as though a million people are staring at my bare body. I'm trembling a little, from a combination of anticipation and humiliation. Earlier today I'd worried I might be a virgin forever, and then I decided to do something about it. Now I'm naked on a balcony and waiting for all my holes to get ruined--after already giving up my oral virginity in a public club, no less. I can still feel the stretch of your cock in my throat. The turn of events is causing me whiplash, to say the least.

When you return, you do turn on a set of string lights that hang above our heads. Though they aren't terribly bright, I do tense up at the sudden exposure on my naked flesh, but I'm careful not to move.

"Good girl," You coo, stroking a hand over my hair. "Now, keep being good while I tie you up."

I keep my mouth shut and hold as still as I can while you tie my hands to the chair with a length of blood-red rope, weaving it in intricate knots. When you're finished, you instruct me to tug, to make sure they aren't tied too tight but also that I can't escape. When I pull at the restraint, my hands don't budge, and they don't hurt either. I give you a small smile.

"Okay, perfect," you grin, petting over my hair again. It must be messy from the shower, drying in wild curls. "Why don't we get started?"

I wiggle my hips in anticipation, half expecting you to cut to the chase and just force my pussy open on your cock, but you step away to a selection of objects that lie on a patio table near the door. You must have brought them out with the rope. I'm unable to see everything, but I do spot a couple of dildos of varying sizes, as well as a set of anal plugs and an...eggplant?

You don't immediately go for any of those objects, but instead pick up a pair of small, metal tongs, and reach for something in a porcelain bowl. There is a clinking sound, almost like glass, and then you pull out an ice cube.

I clench up. I've never played with ice before, but I can already imagine the burn of the cold. My legs squeeze tightly together, and my chest tightens as you step up behind me.

"Don't worry," you say, soothing a hand over one of my bare ass cheeks. "I know you don't have any experience, being a dumb little virgin, but you'll enjoy everything I do to you tonight. I promise the ice will feel good."

I whine and slump down. My back arches as my chest drops to the lounge chair, ass remaining in the air, and I try to brace myself.

My body jerks forward as you drag the ice cube up my slit, from my aching clit to my asshole. It doesn't hurt, necessarily, but the cold is shocking on my heated skin, and my body tries to escape the feeling.

You tsk and grab me by a hip, pulling my body back toward you. "None of that. If you aren't good, I'll have to punish you. And it won't feel good."

"I'll be good," I whimper.

You hum and bring the ice cube back up to my pussy. It is cold and wet, droplets of water trailing down my clenching hole and dripping onto the chair below me as you run it up and down my slit. I'm unsure if it feels good or not, but it does make me moan softly, and the tremors across my body grow worse.

"Now, time for the fun part," you say. "You've had plenty of time to get used to the temperature."

Before I can ask what you mean, you slowly press the small tongs into the opening of my cunt, still gripping the slowly melting ice cube between the prongs. I suck in a sharp breath and try my hardest to not move, but I'm unable to help it, my body swaying forward again, trying to escape the biting cold. You open the tongs, releasing the cube of ice into my hot pussy, before pulling them out and striking a firm palm across my ass.

"What did I say about moving?" You snap.

"I didn't mean to," I cry, settling back again. The ice is burning inside of me, dribbling water out of my cunt as it melts. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"Each time you move, your punishment will worsen," you say. Your voice is dark and low, causing fear to tingle up my spine.

I nod my head aggressively. "Yes, daddy. I understand."

"I haven't finished your punishment for this occurrence. Be quiet and take it."

My lips thin into a tight line as I force my mouth to stay closed, while you deliver nine more hard slaps against my ass. The burning of my hot flesh contrasts the burning of the ice in a way that makes my eyes roll back in my head. A desperate moan builds up in my throat, but I swallow it down, only allowing my mouth to open again after you've finished spanking me and I'm finally able to safely take deep, gasping breaths.

"Have you learned your lesson? Can we continue?" You grip my face with one hand and force me to face you as you ask the questions.

"Yes," I say, as firmly as I can.

Wordlessly, you retrieve two more ice cubes from the bowl, pinched between the tongs, and slide them both into my burning pussy. It feels as though the small cubes might slip out as you remove the tongs from my hole, so I clench down to keep them inside, despite the cold pain it causes.

"Good," you praise, patting the burning skin of my ass. "You learn quickly."

Within a couple minutes you have pushed three more ice cubes into my cunt, and a steady trickle of water cascades from my slit, tickling my clit as it makes its way toward my inner thighs and the chair beneath me. Every other breath I release is a whimper, and now my legs are properly shaking beneath me. My pussy almost feels numb, and I'm so turned on it feels as though I can sense every nerve ending in my body. Each time the breeze runs over the raw flesh of my ass I shiver, and my nipples are so hard it feels painful.

"Good, you're behaving much better now. Such a smart and obedient little girl," you tease, pressing a finger in alongside the ice cubes.

I whimper, and you laugh.

"Poor baby," you continue. "I can tell you are close to cumming. How easy will it be to push you over the edge, I wonder?"

"Please, please," I beg, voice coming out barely above a whisper. I'm out of my mind with the need to come. I've completely forgotten that I'm bound up, naked, on a balcony, for anyone to watch. "I need to cum."

You bend over to look in my glassy eyes for a moment, thinking. "How about this: I'm going to slap your little clit one time, and if that doesn't make you cum, then you'll have to wait. But if you do come, you must be careful to not let any of those ice cubes come out of you."

The ice cubes had melted significantly, but I can still feel a couple of them inside of me. The last couple you inserted were melting slower, since the others had cooled my inner walls.

I nod, unable to find my voice.

"Okay," you grin, moving to stand behind me again. I clench down as hard as I can around the ice cubes, terrified of what will happen if they slip out. My clit is pulsing as I hug the edge of an orgasm. I thought I might even cum if you just pushed another ice cube inside of me, but the stimulation on my clit will feel so much better.

"You ready?" you ask.

I clear my throat and force my voice to work. "Yes. Yes, daddy. Please."

"One," you count, and I clench down again.

"Two."

I whimper, entire body shaking almost violently.

You don't say three before striking hard on my clit with three flat fingers. The reaction is immediate, as my entire body seizes up and shakes from a tense orgasm. I give a strained cry, not thinking about how your neighbors might hear me, and focus on keeping the ice inside of me while my nerve endings ignite with blinding pleasure. More cold water is pushed out of my cunt, but I don't feel any of the ice cubes escape.

When the orgasm passes, my upper body collapses onto the lounge chair again, arms still restrained over my head, and I try to catch my breath.

"I'm impressed," you say. "Now, it's time to give you a treat, since you behaved so well."

"Thank you, daddy," I murmur out, half faded out of consciousness. I don't even bother asking what my treat is, and I don't have to, as I feel your cockhead pressing against my slack lips a second later.

Obediently I open my mouth, allowing you to press your way into the back of my throat. I focus on keeping my gag reflex at bay as you fuck in and out of my mouth, holding my head in position with a fist in my hair. My eyes roll back, as the remaining ice finishes melting in my pussy and your cock batters my throat endlessly. I'm more boneless than I've ever been, so braindead I may as well be a cocksleeve to be used for your enjoyment.

"Good girl," you grunt as you piston in and out of my mouth. "Such a filthy fucking slut. For being a virgin, you take it like a whore. How did you learn to do that? I bet you have quite the collection of toys you love to fuck yourself with. Maybe you've gagged yourself on a big dildo before. How long have you been craving to have your holes ruined by a thick cock?"

I'm unable to respond to the filth you spew, only managing a weak hum, which makes you curse and fuck my drooling mouth even harder.

It only takes a couple of minutes for you to start losing your pace, hips stuttering unevenly, and then you pull out, stripping your cock with a firm hand. You move out of my line of sight, and my head feels to heavy for me to hold up, to turn and follow your movements, but I give a long, heady moan when I feel hot stripes of your cum hit my lower back, almost scalding in comparison to the breeze caressing my skin and the icy cold in my core.

"Fuck," you moan as you finish, milking your cock until you have nothing left. "So good. You look so fucking good covered in my cum."

I sigh blissfully and smile. I still can't find enough strength to move, and my eyes have slipped shut, but I softly respond, "Thank you, daddy."

You kneel next to me again, and I force my eyes open. "You okay?" you ask. "Are you going to be all right if I leave you out here for a little while? You make such a pretty sight. I'd hate to rob any of the neighbors an opportunity to see something so pretty."

The smallest wave of humiliation washes over me at the reminder of how exposed I am, but I'm too tired to care much. "I'll be 'kay," I mumble.

"Give me a color, baby," you say.

I whisper out a soft green, and you say a couple more things, but I don't really hear them. The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is the patio door clicking shut.