Crime And Punishment 2060

Crime and punishment

Ron Ehrs

[Author's note: this is not the usual erotica story. It involves marginally consensual pegging, and although there is a certain amount of humor, it may not meet some people's libidinous expectations. It may well be more fun for women than for men. (It might even be described as feminist, sort of.) If you're looking for more conventional sexual antics, check out some of my other stories on this site instead.]

Okay guys, I know I'm a slow learner. I don't always pick up on the situation when a girl tells me "There's nothing wrong." But whatever the circumstances, whenever you're even thinking of presenting some cockamamie idea you have to your girlfriend, watch the hell out.

Take it from me, so you don't have to learn the hard way...

* * *

My girlfriend, Jessica, had taken a job at an upscale bar. It was great that she was making a bunch of money, but not so great that the bar didn't close until 2 AM on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. I was working at an ad agency and we often had early-morning meetings with clients or to discuss strategy on an urgent project, so typically I needed to be in the office by 8 AM.

Jessica offered to come by after work and at least give me a blowjob to keep me happy, but she wouldn't have gotten over to my place until at least 2:30 AM, and that just wasn't going to work with my needing to get up by 6:30 AM at the latest.

So, while I appreciated her offer, I was getting increasingly frustrated with her job and the whole situation. She hadn't been working there even a month, and I already felt like I hardly ever saw her anymore.

I had suggested I might stop by and have a drink there earlier in the evening, but she pretty emphatically didn't want me there, didn't want the distraction. Of course that pissed me off too. I definitely began feeling that this was a definite bad sign for our relationship.

Needless to say, if I so much as hinted anything about there being a problem, she denied it.

Anyhow, one Saturday the bar had to close for fumigation and rat control after a surprise Health Department inspection, and so she could spend the day with me and sleep over with me.

I should've been happy with that, but I was just feeling antsy about everything, and I was afraid that if she just came over, I would manage to fuck everything up. So I suggested she meet me at the park to go for a quick run first. I figured maybe that way we could both work off some of the tensions we were both feeling before we went back to my place. She said that going jogging was a great idea, especially after she had been working so many nights in the bar.

* * *

We met at the park at 1 o'clock. The day was a bit chilly, but the sun was shining -- it was perfect weather to go for a run.

It felt good to be running, to be simply physical, but my mind just couldn't stop churning. So much was going on, so many things I couldn't understand. I was feeling everything flying out of control, collapsing somehow, and I was feeling desperate to find a way to hold on.

Jessica and I ran five miles at a moderate pace, enough to make both of us feel good about getting back to exercise.

After we finished our run, we sat down on a park bench to catch our breath, and to just appreciate what a beautiful day it was. The run had gone in near silence, and there wasn't any indication that Jessica was eager to start talking.

I broke the silence: "I haven't had a chance to tell you yet, but it looks like I'm getting a promotion at work."

"A promotion?"

"Yeah, to full Account Manager. It's kind of a big deal. And I'll be making a lot more money."

"That's great, Gary! Congratulations. I know you've been working your ass off for them. That's a big step in your career."

"And so..." I said, nervously, "I was thinking, well, that'll mean I'll be making enough money that you could move in with me and maybe even quit your job. That way we could have a lot more time together."

"What? What the fuck? You want me to quit my job? I love my job. I love the money I make. I love what I do. It's chaotic and hectic, but I'm really good at it, and the people at work really appreciate me.

"Are you saying I should quit my job to make things more convenient for you? Look, you know I love you and we've been going together for almost a year, but part of it has always been the respect you've had for me and for my independence.

"Gary, I want you to stop this whole business this second! I am not going to quit my job. And you are not going to get away with asking me to. If you mention anything about this ever again, that's it, I am gone."

* * *

We walked back to my place in total silence. Normally, when we were together, the sex was great, so I was hoping that maybe being in my apartment would help get things back to normal.

I headed into the bathroom to take off my running clothes and take a shower.

Normally, Jessica would've joined me, but this time she just stayed in the living room. She sat on the sofa and took off her running shoes and socks, but left the rest of her running clothes on.

I came out of the bathroom naked. Jessica stayed in her seat; seeing me standing there naked right now did nothing for her at all. It wasn't sexy. It seemed like it just pissed her off.

I looked at her, expecting her to head in and take a shower. Instead, she said, "Gary, get the hell into the bedroom."

* * *

I walked into the bedroom, with no idea what was going on. Jessica followed me in. "Get on the bed," she told me. "And get on your hands and knees."

I did as she said. I certainly didn't want to piss her off any more. Maybe she had something interesting in mind? At least she wasn't just leaving.

As I got down on my hands and knees on the bed, Jessica walked over to the side of the dresser where we had put the bag of sex toys. (The sex toys were strictly her idea, just so you know.) She got out two pairs of Velcro handcuffs and handcuffed my hands to the bedstead.

"Gary, what you said back in the park was completely unfair. You know how much I love being with you, and how much I love you. But today, what you suggested was completely unfair and unacceptable. I have to do something. I need to get my pissed-offedness out of my system."

She was still wearing her sweaty running outfit. She got up on her knees on the bed beside me, facing my side. She raised her right hand and began spanking me on the ass. She wasn't beating me, but she was spanking me hard, and I could feel it. It wasn't in fun.

I hadn't expected this and I wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. She was spanking me pretty hard, but it wasn't that bad, and maybe it would help both of us get over what I had said at the park. By now, I was feeling really guilty about the whole thing anyway, and kind of feeling like I deserved what she was doing to me.

After a while, I guess her hand began to hurt, and I know my ass was stinging. I felt her getting off the bed. The handcuffs on my wrists kept me from looking around too much, but I could see she was walking around behind me, back to the bag of sex toys. I could hear her taking off her running clothes and dropping them on the floor. Then she walked partway back and stopped behind me where I couldn't see her at all, although I could tell something was going on.

She came back around to the left side of the bed, where she had been before. I couldn't quite get a good look at her, but what I saw alarmed me. Was she wearing that strap-on cock from the sex shop? Holy shit! I had thought, or at least hoped, she wasn't actually going to buy it. I thought she was kidding about it. Now what?

I felt her getting back up on the bed, this time positioning herself behind me, between my legs. Then, suddenly, she was pulling the cheeks of my ass open with her hands. "Nice ass, Gary," she said. Then I felt something else. She was spreading a bunch of lube all around my asshole.

Oh my God. I didn't say anything. What could I say?

I felt her spreading my cheeks again, and this time pulling my asshole open as well. Then I felt something rubbing against the area, first in a circle around my asshole, and then into the area she was spreading open.

"Remember those times you fucked me in the ass, Gary? Did you ever wonder what it felt like being the one getting fucked in the ass?"

I didn't answer. I was way too focused on what was coming next.

Then I felt something starting to push itself into my ass. I had no experience with anything like this. Once in a while during sex, Jessica would stick the tip of her finger in my ass while we were fucking, but I knew that wasn't going to prepare me for what was about to happen.

* * *

This was a totally weird situation. Normally, Jessica would always shower before we got into bed. She always liked to be squeaky clean, especially if she wanted me to go down on her. This time, however, she hadn't even bothered to shower off the sweat from running. This was not the Jessica I knew at all.

Then I felt her starting to push her strap-on cock into my ass. Even with the lube, it was a tight fit, and she had to exert considerable pressure to keep going. Believe me, not nearly as much fun as it sounds. At least for me.

She had showed me the strap-on when we were looking around at the sex shop, so I knew that the base of the cock was fitted with some soft rubber extensions that rubbed up against her clit and the surrounding area. I knew what she was doing was turning her on physically.

She kept moving in and out slowly as she went, to help make it go in easier. I wasn't saying anything, although my body was shaking as she kept pushing.

As she kept going, she started saying, "You know, Gary, you fucked me in the ass plenty of times, and now I am the one with the cock, and I am doing it to you. And I am going to keep going until my cock is all the way in your ass. 'Balls deep' is how you would put it. Maybe they should add some balls to this strap-on.

"You know, it's not just you fucking me in the ass, or even some previous boyfriends, it's all the fucking I've ever done--ass, pussy, mouth. The guys have always been the ones with the dick. Now I'm the one with the dick."

She gave a final push, and now the strap-on cock was all the way in my ass. "How do you like that, Gary? I've got my cock all the way in your ass, and I like it. You know, I don't know why I never did this before. I hope you like it as much as I do."

For her, the strap-on cock was rubbing against her clit the whole time. The whole situation was turning her on like crazy anyway, and she had probably had a couple of orgasms already, but she wasn't nearly ready to stop.

"How are you doing, Gary? Is this turning you on? Is this getting you hard?"

With the strap-on still deep in my ass, Jessica leaned forward and reached under me, looking for my cock. She probably hadn't known what to expect, but sure enough, it was hard as a rock. Did that mean this turned me on? Not her problem.

She grabbed my cock, and began rubbing her hand up and down the length of it. There was nothing gentle about her grip, she was jerking me off the way a farmer might jerk off a stud bull.

My body was shaking the whole time. I wasn't saying anything, just moaning. Suddenly I started coming, shooting wildly, while she kept moving her cock in and out of my ass. She caught some of my come in her hand, and began rubbing it on my chest and on my back, then leaned forward and stuck her fingers in my mouth for me to suck on. "Suck this, Gary, suck on this while I fuck you in the ass!"

I have no idea whether she cared at all about what I was feeling this whole time. But suddenly her body started shaking with orgasm after orgasm. She was done.

When I felt her body start to go limp, my muscles started to relax too. Her strap-on cock was still in my ass, but it was no longer moving.

After what felt like a very long time, she slowly began pulling her cock out of my ass. I was finally free to just collapse there on the bed, and I felt her collapsing on top of me. We both just lay there for a long time, exhausted and...

And what? Happy? Sad? Confused? Neither of us was ready to say anything at all.

Eventually, I felt her body lifting off me. She got off the bed, and walked out into the other room. I heard the bathroom door close, and heard the shower running. I was not yet ready to move, and certainly not ready to get up and have to face her.

* * *

After a little while, I saw Jessica coming back in. She was wearing some jeans and a sweatshirt that she had been carrying in the backpack she had brought with her when she arrived at the park. She walked into the bedroom and picked up her running clothes, which were still sticky with sweat, and put them into the backpack. She was carrying the strap-on cock in her other hand; she had taken it into the shower with her and washed it. Now she walked over and put it back into the toy bag beside the bureau and left it there.

Through all of this, neither of us had said a word. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling this might have been the end of, well...I just didn't want to imagine.

* * *

With everything packed up, Jessica turned to me and finally spoke. "Gary, I'm going to be working at the bar tomorrow to help things get set up after the cleanup is done. Every night this week is going to run late, and there's not going to be any time for me to come see you. I'm sorry about that. But I will see you next Sunday. I promise.

"In any case, I have a suspicion you may not be all that ready for action tomorrow... And I think we both know that if I did come over tomorrow, I would just want to do this whole thing over again... Right up to the balls." I cringed at the thought.

She paused, and looked at me again. "Look, I'm sorry about what just happened. I guess I'm not completely sorry about it, but you know what I mean. I wasn't expecting anything like this to happen. But I don't know, maybe it even needed to happen. I'll see you Sunday next week."

She walked out of the bedroom, and a moment later I heard the apartment door close and lock.

* * *

I continued to lie there, trying to make sense of what just happened, and also a little worried about what it was going to feel like when I tried to move again.

What had all this been about? Was it just punishment for suggesting to Jessica that she move in with me and quit her job?

When she had handcuffed me and began spanking me, I had thought that was the kind of punishment that might be coming. I was even kind of okay with it.

I never expected any of the rest of it.

It was obvious she was getting off on it, getting off on it in a way that I had never seen her get off before. There was something about it that was darker than I had ever seen in her.

Did I deserve it? Maybe, for that matter, did I want it? Did I get off on it?

I couldn't deny that my cock, at any rate, had been turned on. And when she jerked me off, well, I wasn't sure I had ever come any harder. I certainly didn't like thinking any of this. And besides, it seemed that whatever Jessica was getting off on was about way more than just me and what I had said, or even the fact that I had done the same thing to her (only with a real cock) in the past.

Right now, I just couldn't figure any of it out. All I could say was, in a year of strange and wild and kinky sex with her, this one was from some totally other dimension.

* * *

Eventually, I unhooked the Velcro ties on the handcuffs and started to get up again. When I first tried to sit up, I felt an excruciating jolt of pain. Gradually I managed to get off the bed, maneuvering myself as best I could so as not to take any position that involved sitting or putting any pressure on my ass at all.

I walked to the bathroom and got in the shower, not sure whether very hot water or icy cold would be better for this situation. I settled for warm water to start with, and quickly washed my body off. Then, warily, I took the soap and created a large handful of lather. Then, very, very gingerly, I rubbed the lather between the cheeks of my ass.

As I anticipated, everything there felt brutalized. The lather, mild as it was, stung like hell, and when I looked at my hand, I saw blood mixed with the soap suds. I finished by turning the water as cold as I could handle to try to numb everything.

Fortunately, the bleeding didn't seem to be severe, and as I continued to check, using paper towels from the kitchen, it seemed the bleeding stopped almost completely after a fairly short time.

* * *

Even though I was disappointed about tomorrow--and was it really going to be a whole week before I saw Jessica again?-- I realized I was in no shape for any sex with her anytime soon. I would be lucky just to be able to sit down in a chair with cushions.

I got dressed, popping a washcloth in the back of my boxers in case I started to bleed again. Then I lay down on my stomach for a while on the sofa, but soon I got restless and decided to go outside for a walk around the block.

There was no quick path to getting my ass back to normal. After I got back from my walk, and even walking taking tiny baby steps had been really uncomfortable, I tried seeing if an icepack would reduce the pain. That helped a little, but basically it was going to take time. And for now, some extra-strength Advil.

Even back at the office on Monday, with a full day and night to recover, I found myself standing as much as possible, even though most of my job normally involved sitting in front of the computer or sitting and talking with clients on the phone or in person.

* * *

This was going to be a very long week.

©Ron Ehrs -- 2023