Safe Word

I tried posting this as a story, but it didn't pass muster due to the theme of **** fantasy. I must point out that indulging in this particular fantasy holds no appeal for me personally, nor does BDSM generally, but I thought I could approach it in an entertaining manner for those that it does appeal to. And of course, I in no way approve of actual ****. The story is fiction. This is also in part to satisfy users who say they will not accept a friend invite unless I have some user-generated content. So here you go. Your comments are welcome. Please keep it nice.

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"I'M CUMMING! OH, GOD! OH, GODOHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD! EEEEEEEE!"

I continued to pump my cock into her puss, but it was difficult to hang on. When she cums, Nancy could turn into a bucking bronco. Her vaginal contractions sent me over the edge, and I felt the sperm rushing up out of my balls, out my cock and deep into her quivering cunt.

As we basked in the afterglow of sex, Nancy slowly regained her senses. We had started seeing each other six months ago, began fucking five months ago, and had been living together for three months. Things were moving along quickly, and I was thinking that maybe she was The One. We both agreed that one of the things important in a relationship was to make sure we were sexually compatible. There sure didn't seem to be a problem, but we were still learning things about each other.

"Dave, that was amazing, as usual. Toe-curling! I love getting fucked like that! It's like you were mad at me..." Her voice trailed off.

"How could I ever be mad at you? I adore everything about you. Your beautiful, long red hair, your cute little tits with the puffy nips, your ass, your pussy..."

"That's just my body. How about when we had that fight over the toilet seat?"

I sighed. "I still say the proper position for the toilet seat is whatever position it was last in. The next one to use it moves it either up or down, if they need to. If they don't need to move it, it saves wear and tear on the hinges."

"Yeah, right, we'll save a buck ninety-eight over the lifetime of the toilet. In the meantime, I have to risk falling in in the middle of the night."

"So turn the light on and look first."

She propped herself up on her elbow, exposing those cute tits again. "That's a waste of electricity, which more than offsets the wear on the hinges. My point is, when we made up, you fucked me like you hated me. That kinda did something for me."

"So you want to pick a fight on a regular basis?"

"No, but it got me thinking about... well, about a fantasy I've had."

"Do tell!"

"I-- I can't. It's really perverted."

We've both been a bit shy about sharing our deepest, darkest secrets, so I was happy that Nancy felt she was ready to share one of hers. I got ready to be the supportive, loving boyfriend. "Please," I said, "go ahead. You know you can tell me anything."

"We-ell," she started slowly, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be.. well... taken against my will." Her skin began glowing red.

I smiled. "A **** fantasy?"

Her blush became even more intense. "Okay, yes, a **** fantasy. The idea of being held down, being penetrated, whether I wanted to be fucked or not, just... I can't explain it. I know it's wrong, and I feel terrible when I hear about a woman, or worse a girl, getting ****d, but I just wonder... I mean, I wouldn't want to actually get injured, like that scene in Showgirls, but..." her voice trailed off again.

"Actually, from what I understand, that's not an uncommon fantasy," I assured her. "Lots of women think about that. The idea of being helpless lets them give in to the sex without having to feel guilty about it. We could... indulge... this if you want to. We just need to pick a safe word so if things get out of hand, we can stop."

"Ugh. That would take all the fun out of it." I'll admit, I began to get hard again hearing Nancy refer to **** as "fun". What that says about me, I don't know. "If I know I can stop it at any time, that's not really ****. No, I've thought about this. Here's what I want to do. I hereby give you permission to **** me! If you're concerned, we can draw up a legal paper, so you don't have to worry that I'll change my mind and run to the cops afterwards, but if you agree, you can use this as a free pass to take me at any time. Just not in public, so no one finds out, and you can hurt me, but not actually injure me." She was talking faster. "Now, say, at some point, you come home and tell me you want to screw me, then and there. I tell you I'm not in the mood, maybe later. Here's the thing. You won't know if I'm play-acting, or if I'm really not interested just then. You rip my clothes from my milky flesh, pin me down, spread my legs, and shove your dick in. You won't care about making me cum, it's all about you and your needs. All the while, I'm protesting that I really don't want this. As far as you know, I really don't wish to be ****d today, and so there's a chance you actually are r@ping me! You'll be aware of that, and I'll know that you know. That's what would make it so hot! If it happens that I really didn't want it then, I can't really blame you, because I'm the one who told you to do it. I promise I wouldn't hold it against you."

"Wow, I'm a little overwhelmed. You've really thought this through," I said. My hard-on was now of epic proportions. "There's only one little problem with your scenario."

"What's that?"

"There is no way in hell I'm going to, quote unquote, **** you, if there's a chance I might actually be doing it. You say you'd be okay with it, but the truth is you don't know how you'll actually feel until and unless it happens. And it's not going to happen. Sorry, babe, but I don't want to fuck up our relationship. I care for you too much to ever let anything happen to you."

Nancy was quiet for several seconds. Just as I thought that maybe I blew it with her by refusing to play along with her dangerous little game, she sighed, "Okay, I see your point. I guess we'll have to do it your way. What'll we use for a safe word?"

"It's got to be something memorable, but not something that would come up in everyday conversation. How about 'red light'?"

"Kinda pedestrian, wouldn't you say? No, it's got to be something unusual."

We thought for a few minutes, though I was distracted by the sight of her rock-hard nipples. Nancy's boobs are smaller than most guys would like, but she makes up for it with these puffy nips that stick out a full inch when they get hard. We've joked about her trying to fuck me in the ass with one of them. Finally, I came up with something. "Remember the trip we took up the coast to Seattle? We enjoyed stopping in that town in Oregon, right near where the Columbia meets the ocean? Astoria."

She smiled. "Yeah, that's not likely to come up in conversation while I'm being ****d. Okay, Astoria it is. Now remember, no fair actually injuring me, and not in public. Other than that," she said, crawling on top of me and positioning my cock for round two, "you, sir, may **** me at your convenience. Ooooh, jeez, that's good. Sorry about the cum leaking out." She proceeded to fuck the shit out of me, cumming three more times before I added even more semen to the mess that was dripping out of her hole.

I thought about our little game almost constantly for close to three weeks, surreptitiously jacking off to avoid alerting Nancy that I was finding this fantasy of hers to be as exciting for me as it was for her. I wanted to give it enough time that the entire conversation slipped her mind, and maybe she would think I had changed my mind about the whole thing.

Tonight, I was home before she was, which was unusual, and I decided that tonight was the night. I killed the time looking at some online porn, and trying not to give in to the urge to spank the ol' monkey. Now, I hear the key turn in the lock, and Nancy stumbles in, trying to balance two bags of groceries and not drop her keys. "Christ, what a day! That asshole of a boss tried to blame me for his fuck-up, when I get out to the parking lot, one of my tires is almost flat, and then I get behind some woman at the checkout who had fifty fucking coupons and asked for a price check on ten different things. You put the groceries away. I'm gonna go soak in a bubble bath."

"Not so fast, there. I'm sorry you had a hard day, but I'm kind of having a hard day here, too, ifyouknowwhatImean. I've been dying all day, thinking about sliding my dick into that sweet pussy of yours!" I stood up to show her the tent in my pants.

"Oh, God, no, Dave, I'm sorry, I just can't take it right now. I'm so pissed at the world that it wouldn't be fun for either one of us. I'm going to have to give you a rain check."

"Fuck that shit. Leave the goddamn groceries. You can start by sucking my cock!"

She smiled wanly. "Oh, crap. You're doing the **** thing. Listen, I know what I said, but I really, really, don't want to do this right now. Soo, if you'll just excuse me..." She tried to squeeze by me and head for the bathroom.

"Bullshit. You're an hour late, never called me to let me know, I know damn well you did that to "piss me off", so you want this as much as I do."

Nancy looked alarmed. "No, really. My phone died, that's another thing that went wrong today. I'm not playing games."

I grabbed her by the shoulders and roughly pushed her against the wall. That seemed to genuinely frighten her. Well, she can always say the safe word. I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom, her fists pounding me in the back the whole time. She's a petite thing, and it would be hard for her to cause any damage, even if she wanted to. Although she was hitting me as if she wanted to.

I threw her on the bed and she yelped. "Lay there," I commanded. She protested, "Dave, I am not joking. I'm not play-acting, I really don't want to do this!"

"So say the safe word."

"Crap, I forgot we were doing it that way." A look of horror crossed her face. "Oh, shit, I forgot! Something about our trip!"

Seriously? She forgot? She's smarter than that. This has got to be part of the act.

"Portland!"

Nice, she's pretending not to know the safe word. But it's time to take this up a notch. I slapped her. Not enough to injure her, but enough to really sting.

"Shut up, bitch. I'm not falling for that."

Nancy burst into tears. It broke my heart for about two seconds, then I got right back into character. "I told you to suck my cock!" She sat up on the edge of the bed, still whimpering, but made no move towards my pants. "I said, suck it!" and slapped her again.

"I don't know the fucking safe word! Oregon! Yow!" as I slapped her once more. Her cheeks were turning red, but not from embarrasment or lust. I yanked down my zipper and thrust my cock out. She sat there, sobbing, so I grabbed the back of her head and f orced it onto my raging hard-on. She merely sat there while I essentially throat-fucked her, gagging her; occasionally trying to say something, but was unable due to the obstruction in her sweet mouth. I had to soon give up this part of the game because I was already close to cumming, and I had to make it possible for her to say the safe word in case this was getting to be too much. Unless she was telling the truth, and had forgotten...? Nah, she's too smart for that. I have to give her credit, she's milking her feigned amnesia pretty damn good, almost enough to make me think...

Enough mind games. I pushed her back onto the bed and ripped her blouse down the front. The buttons came poppIng off, which brought her back to life. "You fucker! That was my best top! I told you to stop! It's some city in Oregon! Eugene! Salem!" She tried to grab my arms, and we got into a wrestling match. I've always hated mixed wrestling stories-- it seems the woman invariably wins. Not so often in real life. I flipped Nancy over on her stomach and eagerly unhooked her bra. Before I could see her tiny tits, I lifted her skirt up and grabbed a handful of her panties, roughly tugging them down. She continued to struggle, but I had her pretty well pinned and could do whatever I wanted. "Bend! Klamath Falls! Oh, I don't fucking know! I don't kno-o-o-ow, sto-o-o-o-op," she sobbed.

Her shoes were off, panties still around her left ankle, skirt around her waist, torn blouse around her shoulders when I flipped her over, exposing her tits and cunt. I could see fire in her eyes. She made a try at getting up, but I pinned her wrists and climbed on top of her, me still fully dressed except for my cock sticking out through my fly. I tried to slam it into her puss, but she kept squirming her hips just enough that I couldn't get a decent line-up. "Stop it, and take your fucking like a good girl!" I slapped her once more. She stopped moving.

"Please, Dave, I'm begging you. I know I told you I wanted to be ****d, but I've changed my mind. This is more than I can handle. Please, you've got to believe me. I can't think of the goddamn safe word, and I'm too stressed out to think of it! This isn't Young Frankenstein! Please, get off me, ple-ease..."

I have to admit, she's good. She should have been an actress, this was an Academy Award-winning performance she's giving. If she's acting. Nobody's that good an actor. Oh, my God, maybe I really was r@ping her! I've got to stop. No, no, she couldn't have forgotten the safe word. We talk about the place all the time. Well, even if she did forget, she did give me permission to "****" her, right? I couldn't stand it any more. I hope she really doesn't hold this against me.

I plunged into her unwilling(?) pussy, balls deep. God, that felt good! Nancy screamed. I'm glad we live in the country where there are no neighbors that can hear us. "No, no-o-o-o. It's in Washington! Seattle! Spokane! Yakima!" I continued to ram it in her. I was like a demon, a man possessed. "No, wait! It starts with an A! Albany! Aurora! Ashtabula!" Now she's in Ohio.

We've all been there, the elusive name that's on the tip of the tongue, but somehow, can't be brought to the surface. It's becoming more and more apparent to me that she's not faking, she's really forgotten. But a safe word is a safe word. If I stop and she was faking, I'll never hear the end of it, either. "You wuss, why'd you have to go and ruin it? Did you really think I was that stupid?" I continued my thrusting, in and out of her creamy pussy. Would her pussy really be wet if she didn't want it? Yes, I remembered, sexual arousal of the victim does not preclude ****.

"Oh, Detroit! Rome! Timbuktu! Aardvark! Ascot! Asshole!" She's grasping at straws now, though I'm not sure if the last was a guess or was directed at me personally. No matter. I... I can't... wait... I'm there, I'm fuckin' there, I'm... I'm... Aaargggh! "Take it! Take my cum, you bitch! I FUCKED you!"

Nancy practically went into convulsions under me, but said nothing. I collapsed, spent, panting, next to her. She curled into a fetal position, facing away from me, still sobbing gently. I reached over to hug her, to let her know it's all right, it was all part of the game, and now the game is over. She jerked away. Oh, God, what have I done?

"Babe, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't believe you forgot the safe word. I thought you were just acting the part. I never would have ****d you for real, you know that. At least, I didn't know it was real. Or I didn't think it was real. Or maybe... I don't know, maybe there was a part of me that thought it was real and I went ahead anyway. But you told me you'd be okay with that. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I mean, emotionally. I'm so, so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

She sniffled a little more, finally flipped over on the bed to face me. That look in her eyes looking into mine, her knowing that, as far as I knew, I really had ****d her. She said only one word--

"Astoria!"