Fedorov wants more

It’s been maybe a week since the first time Fedorov made me suck him off. It’s early in the afternoon. I tap my foot nervously on the floor and fidget because I know what is coming. It’s that time of day.

“Tateeyaannaa!” I hear Fedorov sing from the doorway. I sigh and set my headset down on the table, before standing up slowly.

I gasp when Fedorov’s hand smacks my ass sharply. He lets out a chuckle.

“You look…” he begins before coughing and hacking for a moment. “…Veerry nice!”

“Thank you, comrade commissar.” I reply meekly.

“I need you to come with me to my office, and relieve the tension in my pants.” He whispers in my ear while rubbing my shoulders.

“Yes, comrade commissar.” I sigh.

As usual, he follows me to his office. My heart sinks when he closes the door again. Here we are, again. I hate sucking his smelly cock. I hate drinking his nasty, yellow cum.

Fedorov confidently strolls over to his chair as I let my hair down. He eagerly sits down and spreads his legs.

“It isn’t going to suck itself, Tatyana!” He says. “Get over here and get on your knees.”

Meekly, I approach him and kneel on the cold, hard ground before him. He watches me with a smirk and plays with his dirty cock until I take it from him.

“This is my favorite part of the day!” Fedorov chuckles.

I sigh and slide my lips over his mushroom head. The musty, cheesy taste of his cock makes me gag. I manage to recover but I still suffer.

“Ooooh!” Fedorov sighs dramatically.

I get right to work. This fat bastard doesn’t deserve a good blowjob, but I always give it everything I have. If I have to suck the commissar’s nasty dick until he ejaculates in my mouth every day, I might as well do it fast. I hold his shaft with two fingers and pump up and down in unison with my lips gliding over his head.

“Good girl!” Fedorov cheers me on.

I close my eyes to roll them, one of my favorite moves. Usually, I need to do it four or five times a blowjob in order to cling onto the last shred of my sanity. I quickly build my pace until I’m working his manhood like a machine. Fedorov grunts and groans with delight.

“Tatyana, what a wonder you are!” He says. “Slow down, I want to talk to you.”

I have a bad feeling deep inside as I slow my pace. I pull my mouth off of his cock, and hold it in my hand. I look up at him expectantly.

“Keep licking.” He orders.

I nod meekly and stick my tongue out, licking from the middle of his shaft all the way up. I stay there and lick beneath his head as he begins.

“We’ve been doing this for a while, and I think that it is time for you and I to take another step in our relationship.” He says.

“What do you mean?” I stop licking to ask nervously. I have a pretty good idea about what Fedorov might want.

“I mean that I want to bend you over that desk and fuck you.” He answers.

“I don’t know.” I mumble.

“I’ll make you my personal assistant, and even give you a promotion.” He offers.

“I said that I didn’t want any special treatment.” I say.

“Oh but you are a special girl, Tatyana.” He tells me. “And you would be foolish to pass up this opportunity. Just think of what I could do for you.”

I stop what I am doing and look up at him. I want to say no but I am too afraid.

“You’re thinking about it.” Fedorov says. “I would suggest that you take my offer, because if you don’t… let’s just say that I have something in store for you that you may not like.”

My heart races as I weigh my decision.

“So what will it be?” He asks.