Matthew: Petty
by Mecca
There was a knock at the door. Isabella looked up from her phone, wondering who it could be. She hadn’t ordered any packages, and it was getting late for an Amazon delivery. She looked through the peephole. It was him. The fuck?
“Hello?” she asked, still in disbelief about who it was.
“Hey, Isabella. Can I come in?” he called from the other side of the door.
“Sure,” she said, and opened the door for him, though the second he passed through the door she wasn’t sure why she welcomed him in. All of this was very peculiar. “Actually,” she said, now that he was standing in her apartment, “Could you come by tomorrow? I’m kinda in the middle of something.” She stood by the open door.
He walked in and took a seat at the dining table. “No you aren’t,” he said, knowingly. “Close the door.” He looked around her paltry apartment.
Isabella closed the door, but was feeling very confused about all of this. She stood by the door, trying to think of why she wasn’t kicking him out now. She guessed that she wanted to see where this was leading. She was his coworker, after all, so it was probably something work-related. “I didn’t know you were in town,” she began.
He ignored her. “So, on the videoconference meeting today, you corrected me. I didn’t like that. I looked it up, turns out you were right, but… I am petty. So I’m going to have to do something about it.”
“Are you serious right now?”
He nodded solemnly. “Yes. So I’m going to have you suck me off, and then I’m going to fuck your ass.” He raised and lowered his eyebrows, smiling contentedly at her.
Isabella took several seconds to fully react. “You- what? WHAT? What? Get the fuck out!” she screamed.
“No, I don’t think I will,” he said smarmily, quoting one of his favorite movies. He sat, waiting for her to react further.
She reopened the front door. “Get out! Get the fuck out right now before I call the cops!”
“Not until you’ve sucked me off and taken my seed up your ass.”
“I will never-Oh my fucking god get the fuck out!” He sat. She stared. Isabella pushed up her glasses, walked over to the table where her cell phone lay and started with, “Fine, I’ll just call the-” But in that moment, her left foot slid backwards a half-meter and she fell to the floor, barely breaking her fall with her arms.
“Fine,” he said. “We’ll do it the hard way.”
Only slightly injured, Isabella slowly rose from the floor only to lose control again. She stepped forward, pulled a hair elastic out of her pocket, put her hair up in a ponytail, and sank to her knees in front of him. He pushed away from the table to give her room to suck him off.
The feeling was quite disorienting for Isabella, who hadn’t told her muscles to do any of those things. “Wait, why is this-” She crawled to him, unfastened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “What’s happening?” She delved her fingers into the top of his jeans and pulled hard. He helped some by lifting himself off the seat. “What’s happening?” She brought his jeans to mid-thigh, revealing his boxers, then pulled them down to his ankles. “What’s happening?” she cried, tears forming in her eyes. He stayed silent as she pulled his boxers down to his knees. Her eyes went wide, and arms lay still on his boxers, looking at his soft cock and balls amongst a forest of black pubes. She looked at him, pleading with runny eyes. “Stop it! Stop this!” Her jaw hung agape, lower teeth jutting out in despair.
He was not moved. “Better take them all the way down,” he said. Her hands were still gripping his boxers.
She pulled his boxers all the way to his ankles, with his jeans, and screamed. “How?!” she sobbed.
He merely leaned back, locked his hands behind his head and said, “Suck me, beautiful.” He fixed her face so she no longer looked forlorn. He made her smile at him. A pretty smile, despite the tears showing her true state. She pushed her glasses up her nose once more, took him into her mouth, and dutifully began sucking.
Isabella dipped her head with constant rhythm, rolling her tongue around his flaccid cock and massaging it with her lips. Such was his control that he could have her lightly drag her teeth across the tightening skin of his cock without worry. Then she continued sucking and licking to get him nice and hard.
Tears welled up at the bottom of her glasses, so he had her remove them. This also allowed her to press her face all the way against his groin, taking all of him in. Her eyes looked wildly around, trying to avoid looking at his dick or his face. Finally, she shut her eyes tight. It was the only way should could resist participating.
He exhaled a sigh. “Boy, I needed this,” he said. Looking down at her, he mentioned, “You are really exhausting to work with.” She didn’t respond, simply rubbing his legs as she sucked him off. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked the head of his dick. He forced her to open her eyes and they looked wildly around again. Eventually, she settled on looking sideways, still crying.
“Atta girl.” Isabella lifted his hard cock and sucked on his balls. “That’s good, that’s good,” he complimented. She continued fellating him for a few minutes.
“I’m pretty ready, but you know what would give it that extra kick?” he said, as she gawked on his cock. “If you could just lick my asshole a little bit. I didn’t shower, but… you don’t mind, do you?”
She backed off his cock, letting it fall out of her mouth. “No, I don’t mind at all, sir,” he made her say, adding a girly giggle at the end. He stood up and she leaned forward, slithering her tongue past his balls, across his perineum, and licking his asshole awkwardly from underneath. They readjusted positions so that she was behind him and she sucked and licked his ass as she reached around and stroked his cock. No attention was lost in licking or stroking; she multitasked beautifully as she gave him a rusty trombone. He pushed her head away.
“Okay, that was great,” he huffed. “Now to fuck your little pert bottom.” He relinquished control for just a moment.
Her scream was that of a mother seeing her child brutally murdered in front of her eyes. “NOOOOooooo!!” she screamed, still on her knees, mouth smelling of his cock and ass. She hung her head and wept, taking off her shirt, and unfastening her bra. She was crying and sobbing, watching her arms with disbelief and horror as they pulled off her jeans. Mascara ran down her cheeks. “Please, don’t. Let me go, please.”
He watched, amused. “Please don’t let you go?” he quipped after a moment.
She didn’t laugh as she kicked off her jeans. “Please stop this. I don’t know how you’re doing this, but stop it.” She pulled her pink knickers off, revealing a landing strip pubic configuration. “Please sto-ugh” she said as she stuffed her own panties into her mouth. He giggled at this.
She spit the panties out, then stood up. “Matthew,” she pleaded, walking nude to the dining table. “You don’t have to do this.” Then she bent over the table, resting her arms on it. Her phone was still on the table.
“Too much talky,” he said, sealing her lips. Now all she could make was murmurs. “And not even a sorry. Tsk.” He looked at her pale, thick backside topping long legs. Her tender rosebud was hidden by her cheeks.
“Mm hm-rrm!” she apologized, seemingly.
“Ahh, that’s too little, too late,” he said, stroking his cock. He sucked his index finger and probed her cheeks, delving into her butthole as he found it. With her body and lips stuck in place, all she could do now was cry. He smelled his dirty finger, spread her ample cheeks, pressed his cock against her shithole, and began working himself in. Isabella screamed into closed lips, feeling the pain of her sphincter being pried open. “Shh, shh,” he said. “Relax, relax.” Although he was really hard, his dick was bending a bit. It always took a little while when girls didn’t want anal.
Eventually, the head slipped inside and pressing further wasn’t very difficult. “I told you,” he said. “I told you you were going to suck me off and then I was going to fuck your ass. I don’t know what you thought was going to happen.” Isabella continued her hushed screams and cries. Her phone was still on the table. He grabbed it and tossed it away, just in case.
After smashing his groin against her fat asscheeks for a while, he came in Isabella’s guts. He’d had a great time fucking Isabella’s tight ass and though he was amused at how dirty his dick now was, he knew he could humiliate her just a bit more if he pretended he wasn’t.
“Fuck, you got my dick all dirty in your shitty ass! I guess you didn’t shower either, eh?” he said. She said nothing, only continuing to cry with her lips closed. She had heard him, but he didn’t know that. So he forced her to observe her filthiness by making her turn around, squat, and suck the filth off of him in one long suck. He released her afterwards and she fell to the floor, coughing up her own fecal matter.
He looked at his dick. It wasn’t pristine, but “Good enough for government work,” he said aloud, and he redressed.
“You-you…” started Isabella. After a moment she found her voice, “you raped me.”
“Well, you seemed pretty into it. And I think the video shows that.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and a video began to play.
It showed a bare naked Isabella, sitting between his legs, sucking on his cock happily. “I love your cock, sir,” the video-Isabella said. “And I can’t wait to take it up my butt!” The top of video-Isabella’s head came back into view and her face was obscured as she resumed sucking the cock in the video. He stopped the video and put his phone away.
Isabella was aghast. She never said those things. She never wanted any of this. She didn’t understand that he had near-limitless power to control people and to change reality. And she didn’t understand why this had happened.
With Isabella still on the floor weeping, he walked out of the door, harshly scolding her as he left, “Don’t correct me in front of the team.”