No Such Thing as a Safeword

Maria had a type. It wasn't hugely obvious to her friends, or maybe it just sort of made sense to them generically because she often drools over fit, tall, attractive men. Which isn't exactly groundbreaking or strange. But the key thing they somehow seemed to miss was that she enjoyed older, bigger men, preferably ones that are a bit hairy. Maria suspected it was some sort of clichéd, shameful daddy issue kind of thing, but she refused to acknowledge or address that directly. The dread of having to face your fears and innermost deviancies did not encourage her to become more self enlightened! And anyway, she didn't usually act on these urges beyond talking about it or masturbating to specific pornstars/models. Part of the reason no one suspected sweet innocent Maria of having an all consuming obsession with 'daddies' was due to how rarely she actually let her slutty side out.

But she grew more interested and curious and horny, and eventually her Catholic upbringing and various other neuroses and fears couldn't keep her desires at bay. And so Maria turned to Tinder. She swiped right on the 'daddies', put pictures up without her face in them, and wrote a short bio listing the sort of man she was looking for. It was so easy; so very easy to do from the privacy of her own bedroom and with hands shaking in nervous excitement. It didn't take long before she had a small host of older men seemingly salivating at the prospect of dating or fucking her. Getting over her nerves she sat down one evening and chatted to a few of the more promising sounding ones.

The first few didn't really light her fire, but then she tapped on a match that was just called K. He was a little blunt and dry at first, but also somewhat arrogant and aggressive in his messages. He didn't tell her what his name was, saying that she 'didn't need to know'. He commented on her body and seemed very confident that he could make her scream so loud that she'd be waking up his neighbours. It was all superficial fuckboy stuff that would normally give her the ick. But he was much older than the usual idiot spouting that sort of thing, and his cocky confidence was exactly what she was craving.

So she played along, lying and trying to flirt and give as good as she got. The chat was getting more explicit and that made Maria more excited by the minute. She made vague comments about her expertise in things she'd never even dreamed of doing with a guy, and found herself getting turned on by his responses to her provocations. This wasn't a charming gentleman, nor someone she had much in common with. There was no chemistry beyond the crude, raw promise of sex. And for the first time in her life Maria found herself agreeing to that promise with a total stranger.

She wrote down his address on a scrap of paper and left it with her roommate. That was the only consideration she gave to her safety beyond taking a box of condoms that she'd taken from the GP. That evening she fully gave herself over to Slutty Maria.

K lived in an apartment in a nice area of town. That made her nervous. When she pressed the intercom his voice was much deeper than she'd imagined from his picture. That made her nipples hard. And when he opened the door to her he smirked and gave her a long look up and down. That made her more nervous, and it made her leak a little into her knickers.

He invited her in and offered her a drink, which she eagerly accepted. The place was surprisingly classy and the decor looked more expensive than she'd been expecting. K was wearing dark trousers and a shirt that sat impressively on his broad shoulders. Rolled up sleeves exposed forearms that looked powerful and had enough hair to make Maria confident that the rest of him would be equally perfect. The way he looked at her like a piece of meat was a little scary, but she was too nervous and horny to care at this point.

While he poured the wine that was probably expensive and too complex for her to appreciate, K asked her polite questions that neither of them were interested in. She found it hard to concentrate and incredulously started to wonder if she was going to have a panic attack, or worse, chicken out and make some excuses to leave.

"Do you want to use rope or do you prefer handcuffs?"

That question nearly made Maria spit out a mouthful of wine. It certainly got her attention to stop drifting anxiously.

K waited impassively for her to calm down or answer him, but she found both to be impossible tasks. Had he been serious about the things they'd texted about? It wasn't that he'd seemed like he was obviously joking, but not straight away? Not the first time they met, surely? But his body language and aura made Maria start to realise that maybe she was much further out of her depth than she'd thought...

She thought about leaving, and she thought about confessing to him that she was not quite as experienced or slutty as she might have implied. That she was attracted to him but needed to take things slowly. But her pussy was telling her that was a stupid idea. The idea of being tied up and used by this older man like his plaything was an overwhelming idea that she couldn't get away from. She was here, and the only thing standing between her and a night of no doubt unforgettable and incredible sex was the word yes. So she channeled Slutty Maria and said yes. Or more precisely she said, "Whatever you want."

K took her chin in one hand and studied her. He exhaled as if he wasn't entirely satisfied with what he saw in her face, or maybe on her body, or personality. But then he smirked at her again and took her wine glass out of her hand and set it down before leading her into the bedroom.

He kissed her forcefully and Maria's heartbeat went into overdrive immediately. She moaned uncontrollably and started panting like a bitch in heat.

"Take it off," he ordered. Maria happily obeyed, assuming that he meant her entire outfit. He watched her strip clumsily and quickly, whilst he calmly unbuttoned his shirt. Maria hesitated when she was down to her underwear, and under his gaze she nervously took off her bra. That seemed to work as he stopped just watching her and took his pale breasts in his large hands, fondling and squeezing her. Maria eyed his obvious bulge and felt slightly assured that at least he was turned on by her nudity and getting to grope her tits. She didn't get the chance to sink to her knees and expose it herself though, as K guided her firmly towards the bed. He turned away from her to fetch something from out of the top drawer of his dresser, giving her the opportunity to ogle a back more muscular than any she'd seen in real life before.

"I think we'll start like this."

He was talking to himself more than to her it seemed like, and as he pushed her flat onto the bed Maria felt the nervousness returning stronger than ever. He had some rope in his hands but it was quite smooth to the touch and fairly slender too, probably something specifically created for this sort of thing. Or maybe something he'd specifically commissioned or made himself. His weight settled over her as he tied her wrists to some point beneath the mattress, and where his skin touched hers Maria felt a blooming heat of lust and fear.

"H-hey, wait. Should we like... I mean shouldn't we have a safeword or something?"

She blurted out the sudden thought and watched him pause and stare down at her. Had she said the wrong thing? Was there not actually such a thing as safewords? Did all kinky or adult people know that and she'd just exposed herself? Was he angry that she didn't trust him? Had she sounded young and foolish and whiney?!

"You said that you don't have safewords."

Maria frowned and opened her mouth to argue but froze. She had said that... Not seriously, but she had written words to that effect on Tinder. How could she have forgotten that so quickly! But it didn't matter because it was stupid to take that at face value, right? It was just like sexy flirty banter. A joke. Except it clearly wasn't a joke to K, his expression made that undeniable.

And while Maria wrestled with her own self sabotage and doubt, K was pinching her nipples and exploring the rest of her exposed body. It was hard to concentrate, and harder to think about telling him to slow down or stop. Impossible to think about doing anything that would make her seem less attractive and desirable to him. Maria hissed at the force behind his rough fingertips clamping down on her sensitive nipples. She tried to think about safewords. She tried to fight through the brain fog to tell if she was in real danger here. She tried to think sensibly. She failed.

K trailed his fingers over her panting abdomen and then onto the last piece of clothing on her body. He didn't tease her for long and deftly pulled her knickers to one side before plunging a finger straight up her soaking cunt.

Maria moaned and felt her spine contort uncontrollably at how quickly this was progressing and how desperate her body had been to feel him inside her. He didn't waste much time before slipping another finger in and testing how well she took a few hard experimental thrusts. He didn't bother restraining her further.

K stepped back and shed the rest of his clothes quickly, as Maria watched. She'd only had a few sips of wine but she felt flushed and uncertain and slow as if she'd had a lot to drink already. She barely felt him grope and probe her a little more. She couldn't take her attention off the hard cock jutting out in front of him at her eye level. He mounted her and she strained against the rope tying her hands above her head. All she wanted was to reach for him and feel it hot and pulsating in her grasp.

K didn't know that was all she wanted, or he didn't care. He moved up the bed and settled his weight on her chest. She barely registered his weight or what he was doing, as she strained her head off the sheets, desperate to feel that hardness inside her in some way. He obliged by gripping the back of her head and ramming his cock into her mouth. Her slut brain rejoiced as she tasted the musky flavour on her tongue and felt an intangible pressure filling her up, as if she hadn't been whole before it was inside her.

She slurped as best she could and tried to accommodate his movements with her own limited options. Then she felt a little too much of the pressure and tried to draw back for air, and tried to push against his hips or stomach. Except she couldn't push on him because her hands were tied above her head. And he wasn't getting that she needed to breathe. Or he didn't care. She bucked her hips and tried to push him off or at least communicate her discomfort. She made muffled cries of distress and widened her eyes up at him urgently. He ignored it all. Her movements barely made any difference to him, and his face showed no compassion or hint of concern. She was powerless. And she'd said that she had no safewords, so even if he let her go then she couldn't make him stop... Maria gargled instead of shouting, and felt fear tear a hole in her stomach that threatened to pull her in half.

K pulled back and let Maria gasp and splutter for air for a couple of seconds, but didn't give her a chance to say anything before plunging back into her wet mouth. He held her there and forced himself deep into her. Her legs thrashed about and she wriggled like a fish on the line underneath him. She felt her eyes cross and an unexpected wet moan forced out of her, despite her fear and distress, as something brushed against her pussy once more. K was reaching behind him to stroke between her legs, even as he threatened to suffocate her on his thick cock.

"Shhhh. You want this, don't you. Feel how wet you are. Dumb slut. This is what you wanted."

Maria felt like crying, partially because of the hard cock being forced down her throat, and partially because he was right. She had agree to this sort of treatment, despite not being literal. And she was still wet, even though that had been from earlier, from before he... And it did feel good to have him finger her as she sucked his cock. Except no, she wasn't sucking anything! She was being forced to...

He spread her wet cunt lips with his fingers and then directly flicked a digit over her clitoris. Maria's whole body shuddered and she lost her train of thought.

"Good girl. Good slut."

He felt good when he held her nose flush against his stomach and his cock was lodged in her throat. And she felt good when he touched her slutty pussy like that. And she agreed to come here. And this was something she'd fantasised about for a long time. And he was clearly well off and sophisticated, and he'd chosen her. She didn't need a safeword, because she wanted this.... Didn't she?

He fucked her mouth a little more before letting go of the back of her head. She sucked in air and tried to concentrate and fight the conflicting, confusing thoughts in her head. He let her breathe and recover, but still flicked a finger against her wet, hole and the sensitive little bean at the top of it. Maria's eyes wouldn't focus so she closed them and tried to express her needs and uncertainties before things got out of hand.

"Fuck. That feels so good, daddy."

Had she meant to say that? Her cheeks burned with embarrassment from saying something she'd never said out loud to another human being. K smirked down at her stopped playing with her pussy to take her head on both hands.

"You're a perfect little slut, Maria. Tell daddy when it feels good."

As soon as she nodded his fist was in her hair again and she was being painfully forced to take cock. Her saliva still clung to it so it went in easier this time. And she quickly adapted to having to breathe through her nose as much as she could before choking and coughing. She had no choice to do what he wanted, when he wanted.

K abused her mouth for a while, and seemed to enjoy it if the grunts he made and the amount of time he kept her drooling, coughing face pressed to his body were anything to go by. But he wasn't content with it for too long. He pulled out of Maria and moved off her chest, something her lungs were supremely grateful for. She didn't get much opportunity to recover, and to her it felt like the next moment of clarity came with him already balls deep in her pussy.

She blinked and coughed, and tried to make sense of it all through both the confusion and the distracting pleasure surging through her from the girthy cock fucking her tight hole. When had that happened? How were her legs on his shoulders without her noticing it? If it didn't feel so good to have daddy's cock filling her up, she would have been worried. Maria was used to tender lovers who always asked for consent or were slow and respectful enough for it to not be needed. This was something else. It felt dangerous that she loved it so much.

Maria tried to put a hand on K's hairy chest again to slow him down (and probably also just from an urge to feel his power under her palm) but stupidly realised she couldn't do that with the rope still binding her slender wrists. So she lay there and took his cock, trying to talk to him but only managing to mumble incoherently and moan the word "Fuck!" over and over again.

The angle meant that his length was hitting her depths right from the beginning, and it wasn't anything she'd ever experienced before. It felt like he was slamming into a button on her insides that short circuited her brain every time he bottomed out inside her. And he was fucking her hard. He was smashing into her over and over again, not letting anything but mindless pleasure form in her head. That button was also forcing her veins to fill up with a powerfully euphoric tingling sensation. Her addled brain just had time to remember that she'd never orgasmed from penetration alone until it happened.

Her whole body shook and clenched up, but she had nowhere to go and no power to dictate what was happening to her. That restrictive potential only made her climax more intense, and almost painfully so. She wailed and felt like she was trying to scream without having any air in her lungs. His thrusts felt more powerful and harsh, and his cock seemed to swell to twice its previous size, but Maria just put that down to her loose grip on reality and the full body clamping that she had no control over.

Whether that was cause or effect, she couldn't tell, but she was incredibly aware of K slapping her in the face and snarling at her to "fucking take it" just before a burst of warmth hit her insides. He grunted and slammed into her a few times before slumping his weight on top of her once more. Another first for her, Maria slowly realised that this man had just ejaculated deep inside her. Blearily she wondered how she had forgotten about the condoms she had brought with her, before laughing at how stupid that idea was. Too tired and dazed to feel scared or angry at being taken bareback and potentially impregnated, Maria just closed her eyes and whispered the first thought that came to mind.

"Thank you, Daddy."

She heard him laugh and blushed in response. But she didn't think it was an entirely cruel sound. She felt stupid and shocked and still with that constant tremor of real fear beneath it all, but she had enough endorphins scrambling her biochemistry that none of it mattered. He was using her and mocking her, but he wanted her. She was still pleasing him despite how naive she undoubtedly seemed.

"Open your mouth."

Maria did so without even opening her eyes. She felt something hit her tongue and the back of her mouth and realised he'd spat down into her mouth. The pleasure and humiliation she felt didn't make any sense to her but she didn't care to try to unpick it.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said again.

"Good girl."

The air smelled sweaty and she could still taste his cock, alongside the strands of their mingled saliva she had swallowed down. When K got off of her and let her legs down to the bed Maria could smell cum and her own excitement too. Her pussy felt quite sore from the forceful pounding it had just received, but also filled with warmth and wetness. Liquid dribbled out of her and ran down her ass rack. She was utterly spent and used, like a cheap whore. Except she hadn't been paid, or even taken out for dinner. In fact she'd barely even been wined, let along dined. As she watched K leave the room, she wondered how exactly she could be so calm and happy about being creampied by a stranger.

He soon returned, drinking a large glass of water that he didn't offer to her before placing on top of the dresser. He regarded her cooly for a moment before walking round the bed to untie her hands. Maria watched a drop of semen fall off the end of his semi-turgid cock. As soon as her hands were free she reached down to touch her crotch, for some reason instinctively checking that she had actually just been pumped full of cum. The slimy stickiness swirling on her fingertips confirmed what she already knew. A low moan of panic and pleasure left her lips. What a stupid thing to allow to happen. What a stupid slut she was for loving every second of it.

The strange subservience she felt towards K stopped her from feeling angry, which fed back into that fearful confusion that was clouding her thoughts. The only thing that was obvious to her in that moment was that it was very wrong but oh so wonderful to rub her pussy with their combined juices on her fingers. She stuffed the cum leaking out of her back inside, and swirled silky fingers over her slippery clit. A shameful part of her mind knew that if K encouraged her and said the right things to her then she would probably orgasm again right there. She opened her mouth to ask him, but was too afraid, too embarrassed, too stupid to articulate what she needed.

He stood there watching her for a while, enjoying the show. Then he seized her wrist and pulled it away from her needy cunt. He forced her to taste her wet fingers, and her initial disgust made her moan pitifully. Before she could really react he was manhandling her in a very literal sense, lifting her entire body off the bed and positioning her face down, groping and pinching and stroking her as he did so. The final touch was pushing two pillows underneath her waist so that her ass was pushed up and presented for him. Maria tried to relax and prepare herself for more of that brutal but exquisite fucking.

He set the tone of round two by grabbing the sparse material of her knickers and pulling sharply on them until they snapped and broke. Maria yelped in pain and surprise. She felt him toss the ripped garment onto her back, making a little wet noise from the impact, sodden as it had been with their juices. She had purposefully worn her sexiest lingerie, and it had been ignored and now ruined. Luckily she didn't have any time to dwell on that as he stuffed his cock into her used cunt. Maria groaned and arched her back instinctively, trying to spread herself and push back against him as much as she could. It just felt so fucking good. Despite how rough he was and despite how crudely he treated her as a person, as a woman, as an object, his touch still made her shudder and moan and light on fire with desire. Or maybe because of all of that...

K only seemed to know one way of fucking, and that was hard and fast right from the get go, clearly trying to go as deep as possible with every stroke. The advantages of having been brutally fucked without foreplay and then ejaculated in was that Maria's pussy was primed for round 2. Or at least lubed and loosened up; she didn't truly feel prepared to have him grab her ass with both hands and saw himself in and out of her with little warning or warm up. His cock had softened a little after breeding her tight young hole, but it didn't take long before it started to feel huge again, pressing against her walls and seemingly harder and more unyielding than anything that Maria had taken inside her before.

He paused unexpectedly with just the tip of his dick still pushing her lips apart, and then he pulled her ass more tightly. Maria had always enjoyed when people grabbed her ass, and it was perhaps the part of herself she felt proudest of. She imagined that K was entranced and impressed by her bottom, mesmerised even. A dumb fantasy, but an exquisite one. She knew that this was probably how he treated all the dumb sluts he hooked up with, but it didn't hurt to pretend otherwise. Pretend she was special.

After a moment she felt something wet land on her and then something did hurt, and she couldn't pretend otherwise. K had spat a gobbet of saliva down onto her, ran it through the cleft of her ass and then sank his thumb into her asshole without any warning. Maria had experimented with exploring her bum like that in the bath a couple of times, but had always been too uncomfortable with the idea and too scared to progress any further. Now an older man had his weight pinning her down and had jammed a thick finger straight up there. The spit and cum that had dribbled down and out of her earlier did mean that there was enough lube to allow him to invade her tight ring without much resistance, but that was beside the point!

Maria whined in pain and shock and tried to wiggle away from him. Panic and fear spiked something inside her that brought energy back to her limbs, but it didn't come with any more clarity or solution to her divided mind.

"Ahhhh. Wait, wait. No, just... wait a second! Ow! Sss-stop."

He didn't stop. Maria's heart plummeted and she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. But she wasn't primarily concerned with him, with being completely powerless beneath a strange man who didn't react urgently to her saying those words, and who was resuming his earlier rhythm, penetrating her with his thick, incredible cock whilst his thumb stayed hooked into her other hole. What bewildered and terrified her was how pathetic she had sounded. She had meant to shout and emphasise her words so that he would stop, and they could talk this through, or she could at least get some space to communicate safely. But she had half whispered and moaned like a whore. Her voice was unsteady and punctuated by slutty, needy noises. She had told him 'no' and 'stop', and meant it, but even she didn't believe herself.

"Relax. Just relax and take it, slut. This is what you want."

K's voice was gruff and came in short bursts between heavy breathing, and it was deliciously deep and commanding. Maria tried, but didn't think she could relax, not even if she truly wanted to. But K reacted as if she had. He knew better than her, so she must have done something right for once.

"Yes, that's it. That's it, slut. Beg for it. Just like you promised. There's no safeword for you now, is there. Mmm good girl, keep talking like that for Daddy."

The conviction in his tone was almost reassuring; he was so sure that this was what she wanted and all part of some game that it was working on her, no matter how crude and simple and objectifying it was. She did want this, and both of her holes felt incredible. The discomfort from her asshole was drowning in the flood of joy from her pussy and so intense that it was addictive.

Or was it a lie? Was he gaslighting her? What had she actually said before? Maria panicked as she tried to remember their texts and found nothing. She couldn't concentrate. What had she just said to him? What had she said when she arrived here? Or during the first time they'd had sex? It was all just out of reach like her head was filled with thick sweet fog.

Being told to tell him to stop again, knowing that he would ignore it, was a horror that turned her on in a very shameful way. She'd never experienced this kink or this real abuse before, whichever it was. But it was so good. It was all so incredibly hot and confusing and scary. Making things worse and better was the unpleasant realisation that the finger in her ass was also starting to feel incredible just on its own. The screaming pleasure shooting through her from her pussy was being amplified by the double penetration, not muted by it. Maria moaned and abandoned all attempts to think this through, or to claim any control over her actions, her body, or what was happening to her.

"Stop it, Daddy. Oh fuck. Oh, it hurts, Daddy. Fuck me. Keep fucking me like that. Ohhhh. Stop. Stop...."

Maria chose to believe that this was a role she was playing. That was easier to think about. She didn't have to care about what was real and what wasn't, because she could just pretend that it was all a game. She had agreed to it all, and now she didn't have to think, didn't have to worry. She just said whatever came to her mind and it didn't matter if it was contradictory or dangerous or wrong or shameful. It was all part of the game and she had to trust K that he wasn't lying to her. He wanted her and he was prepared to give her the most intense fucking of her entire life; all she had to do was play along. He was right, he was always right.

Maria gabbled and screamed and moaned for him. Her encouragement and debasing and begging made him give her more pleasure and more pain. She made him pull her hair and finger her asshole more intensely. She made him call her names and slam down into her, his balls making her clit sting and buzz in ecstacy. She made herself cum again on his hard cock. And then again almost immediately afterwards, his thumb and cock pincering some wonderful place inside her that she didn't know existed.

Each contraction of her orgasm squeezed his rod tighter and fed back on itself in waves of pleasure. Maria felt disgusted and awestruck with how easy it was for her to climax like this. She hated how turned on she was by his brutish force and what he was making her say, and what she was making herself do. But she ignored it; it was just a game. Nothing else. This was kinky, mature sex. They both wanted this. She had agreed to this. Probably.

And she agreed when K pulled out of her pussy with an obscene squelching noise, and started probing her virgin asshole with his slimy hardness. She squealed and struggled and begged him to be gentle, and to let her go and that she couldn't do that. And then she moaned like a slut and pushed upwards against him. She shook her head and convulsed under his unrelenting strength and weight. But she had teased him and promised this to him. That's what he said, and she couldn't confidently say otherwise, so she helped her own sanity by saying it now, begging and pleading with him to fuck her ass and use her like a sex toy. If she said that she wanted it then she had some shred of control left, and it also made it so much easier to enjoy the discomfort and incredible pressure on her insides. It hurt just as much as it excited her slutty body. And then that sensation slowly faded to the point where she could fool herself into believing it didn't hurt at all. Because it didn't. Her world condensed to how wonderful and stimulating it was to get assfucked by someone so much stronger than her. Someone who made her call him Daddy and didn't give her any other option but to take it. Someone who didn't really care about her. It was sacred and humiliating and absolutely perfect.

The only signs of K's oncoming orgasm were deepening grunts and slower but more vigorous, numbing thrusting that ended with him groaning ferally and emptying molten heat into her guts. He collapsed on top of her and pinned her down beneath hot sweaty weight that crushed the air from her lungs. His breath was hot and strong on her cheek. Maria tried to complain and moan, but she barely had energy to spare. Somehow she managed to snake a hand beneath them both and rub one last explosive orgasm out of her used and soaked pussy. Her cries and inability to move felt like they were going to suffocate her. The man who had ignored her and used her lay fully on top of her and didn't react. She didn't care.

Maria had no concept of how long he lay on top of her, but she did groan with relief when his comforting but crushing weight was removed. She started to feel sensation in all her extremities and the parts of her that now ached and protested rough treatment. He lay down beside her and she studied his handsome face and sweaty pink body. After a while he turned to her and gazed back into her eyes. He flicked her eyes down his own body.

"It's time for you to clean up."

She just stared at him, imagining how exquisite and humiliating it would feel to slide her tongue over his entire body, collecting tangy sweat and their fluids on her tongue, washing dirty or smelly parts of him with her mouth.

"Come on, slut. You better suck my cock clean, now."

He didn't add any consequences to the statement, didn't make it a threat. But Maria thought she understood. And she realised this was her chance to slow things down, and to wrestle back control of her body and her perceived consent. Regardless of how foul and shameful it would be to take his cock into her mouth, despite where it had just been, and despite how much she detested the taste of semen, this was her chance. Her options before had only been to lie there and take it. Now she could speak, fight, scream, reason, accuse, seduce. She could do anything.

"Yes, Daddy."