Tell Fedorov no.

“No.”

“No?” Fedorov asks, his yellow eyes bulging. His face begins to redden with anger. “NO?”

“Correct.”

“You really are a stubborn bitch!” He barks. “Do you have a fucking **** wish?”

“Yes.” I tell him. “But for the fascists, not for me.”

“You will regret this decision.” Fedorov says coldly. “You will regret refusing me. Do you even know what your mission is?”

“I haven’t been told yet.”

Fedorov pushes his chair back.

“Well,” he begins, lighting a cigar “You know that you’re not leaving here until you get on your knees and drain my cock. Make sure you give me a really good one, just in case.”

Just in case. Well, if it happens, then this will be the last time I have to do this. I stand up and walk around Fedorov’s desk while he undoes his pants, and kneel on the ground in front of him. Fedorov pulls his pants down.

“Go ahead Tatyana, and hurry up.” Fedorov urges with a cough. “They are all waiting for me.”

I sigh, looking over the disgusting little package before me, nestled in a jungle of coarse black hair, before leaning forward and wrapping two of my fingers around his shaft. At least he’s already hard.

“Very nice.” Fedorov says when I start to stroke him with my hand. “I’ve been waiting all morning for this! Put it in your mouth!”

I close my eyes to roll them again, and lean forwards to wrap my lips around his head.

“Veerry nice!” Fedorov cheers. His pungent flavor makes my nose crinkle.

Determined to finish as soon as possible, I suck hard and bob my head quickly, jerking him with my hand. Fedorov lets out an annoying chorus of grunts and moans.

Just a few more minutes, Tatya. He can’t last forever if I keep this up. My mind drifts to far away places as I mechanically work Fedorov’s prick. Those minutes go by achingly slow. My frustration begins to mount. I just want this to end.

After what feels like a long time. Fedorov begins to flail around in his chair, putting the last nub of his cigar in an ashtray. I press on.

I pull my lips back to look up at him while I continue to stroke him with my hand.

“Are you going to give me your cum or not?” I ask out of pure frustration.

My question has an immediate effect on Fedorov. His mouth opens and his face burns even more red. He starts to gurgle.

“Now!” He gasps, grabbing my head and pushing me down. I open my mouth just in time for his tingling cock to stab between my lips. As soon as I start to suck and pick up my pace with my hand, Fedorov’s cock twitches in my mouth and leaks out a drop of bitter cum across my tongue. He emits horrific sounds of gurgling and straining, his hips bucking, his cockhead pulsing between my lips as his foul load dribbles into my mouth.

As much as I hate it, I make sure that I contain every last drop.

“Show it to me.” Fedorov orders, popping his softening dick out of my mouth.

I sigh and look up at him, then open my mouth big and wide so he can admire his disgusting load.

“Good girl.” Fedorov says with a piggish smirk. “Now swallow.”

I nod meekly, before I close my eyes and gulp down every last drop of the jizz which has been sitting in my mouth.

“Open.” Fedorov urges. Defeated, I open my mouth for him again. He gives me a smug look, then chuckles.

“Very nice, Tatyana!” Fedorov says. “I hope this isn’t the last time. Now go outside and join the ranks. It’s time to pay the price for refusing me. Tell your captain that I will be there in a few minutes.”