Called into Fedorov’s office

I’m sitting against the wall in our room. It’s nice to have a moment to rest. A few of us are here, but I don’t talk to anybody. Somebody walks into the room.

“Excuse me.” He says.

“What do you want?” Smirnov asks him. He’s sitting opposite me.

“I was sent for Pvt. Kulikova.”

“For what?” Smirnov asks. “To do the dishes?”

“Is she here or not?”

I stand up. “I’m Kulikova.” I tell him.

“Commissar Fedorov has sent for you.” He says. “Come with me.”

I follow behind the man. Smirnov starts to mimic orgasm sounds from behind me. I turn around and glare at him. He snickers and brings his hands up to his face, pretending to jerk and blow an invisible cock while sticking his tongue out and making **** noises. I flip him off before I turn my back.

The man leads me to Fedorov’s door, and steps aside. Cautiously, I approach the door and knock.

“Comrade Commissar, it’s me.” I say through the door.

“Tatyana!” Fedorov’s gruff voice calls back excitedly. “Come in.”

I open the door and enter. The man follows behind me.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Fedorov asks him. The man stammers.

“Go on. Shoo!” Fedorov waves him off. “Get the fuck out of my office!”

The man hurriedly leaves, closing the door behind him.

“Fucking idiot didn’t lock the door.” Fedorov grumbles. “Tatyana.”

“What?” I ask him.

“Lock the door!” He orders. “Are you even paying attention?”

“Of course… Ivan.” I stammer and clumsily lock the door.

“You know what to do.” He says. I nod and begin to shed my equipment. He takes a moment to light a cigar. When I’m finished, I stand before him with my sweaty hands folded in front of my crotch.

“You’re going to top me off good before you leave for your mission.” He tells me.

Fedorov pushes his chair back and stands up. Holding his cigar in his mouth, he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, grips his waistband, and pulls his pants down to his knees. His cock hangs limply.

“I’m ready!” Fedorov sings, sitting down and putting his hands behind his head.

With my head hung, I approach him and go down to my knees.

“Don’t be shy!” Fedorov encourages me. “I know you like it.”

I shuffle closer on my knees and fish his limp cock out of it’s hairy nest. It looks so small that I have to suppress a giggle. I lean forwards, wrap my lips around my commissar’s soft head, and start to suck. It’s slow going, but I can feel it hardening little by little, growing with each throb. Fedorov sighs.

Knowing that I need to get this over with before I can leave, I start to blow him with an aggressive pace , thrashing his underside with my tongue and sucking hard. I jerk him at the same time with two of my fingers.

“Oh Tatyana!” He moans. “Good girl!”

I close my eyes to roll them and soldier on.

“I know you like it.” He says to me. “You might act shy but I know you like it somewhere deep down. You like to submit to me. The way you’re sucking my cock doesn’t lie. Does it feel good in your mouth, slut?”

It doesn’t. Not his. The taste isn’t good either.

“Look at me.” He demands.

I look up at him, his cock still between my lips. He smirks at me and lets out a sigh. I can’t take it and bring my eyes back down. Fedorov starts to undo his waist belt and unbutton his uniform. He removes it, before grabbing his undershirt and pulling it up. It catches his fat, pasty belly and lifts it, before dropping it down to smack against my forehead. Fedorov starts to laugh before hacking and coughing again.

“Look at me, Tatyana.” He says.

I look up over the hairy folds of his body and the place where his neck should be. I look into his bloodshot, yellow eyes.

“It’s been a long time since we last made love, Tatyana.”

“It has.” I mumble around his cock.

“You know that the door is still open.” He says. “You don’t have to fight anymore.”

I don’t respond to him.

“Answer me, bitch!” He barks at me.

I stop and look up at him.

“No.” I say.

“Why not?” He asks angrily.

“I like to fight.” I tell him. “And last time, you didn’t pull out.”

“I’ll cum on your tits again this time.” He says.

A phrase slips out of my mouth, one I immediately regret saying. “I don’t trust you.”

Fedorov slaps me across my face with an open hand. My head whips to the side. My cheek stings.

“You cunt!” He barks, and grabs my collar to haul me to my feet. “How dare you?”

Fedorov pushes me back onto his desk, laying me on my back. His pants still around his ankles, he waddles around to the other side of the desk. I sit up but Fedorov grabs my shoulders and pulls me down. He grabs me by the hair.

“I’m not going to be so nice this time!” He says.

I take a big, deep breath when I realize what he is doing. Fedorov waddles forwards and slaps my face with his cock, before resting his hairy balls on my forehead and aiming towards my lips. He shuffles forward, jamming his dick in my mouth and dragging his balls across my face to my nose. I close my eyes and squirm beneath him, my head stuck beneath his sweaty taint.

Fedorov holds me down and starts to hump my face, grunting like an animal and fucking my mouth as hard and as deep as he can. I struggle to breathe. This must be the most disgusting position that I’ve ever been in. I can tell that Fedorov likes it from his moaning and his erratic thrusts.

The battle rages on. It takes so much willpower just to not pass out. I lay there and take it, keeping my eyes tightly shut. I can feel it swelling. I know what is coming, and as much as I hate it, I can hardly wait. I just want this to be over.

“Blyat!” Fedorov gurgles, and locks his hips as far forwards as he can. He grips me so hard that it hurts. “Uggh… arghhh…. EUUHH!”

Fedorov’s slimy rod starts to pulse violently in my mouth. My eyes spring open and wide. His sweaty, wrinkly balls twitch on my face. His thighs squeeze my head. His thick, slimy load leaks out right at the back of my mouth and into my throat. I thrash beneath him, flailing my arms and legs, but he pins me down. My lungs are empty. I swallow his cum as fast as I can out of pure survival instinct. Fedorov continues to groan, his legs shaking. Once his disgusting package stops twitching, Fedorov sighs and collapses forwards onto me, his cock still in my mouth. I try to breathe through my nose but the hefty weight of his belly on my chest makes it almost impossible. I feel like I’m about to pass out, and start to **** when I feel some of his slimy cum go down the wrong pipe.

Fedorov finally picks himself up and pulls his drained cock out of my mouth. I roll off the desk, onto the floor, coughing and hacking up cum on my hands and knees as I struggle to finally catch my breath.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Fedorov tells me, buttoning his pants. “You could have had it easy. Now go and fuck off.”