Give your commissar what he wants

Fedorov smirks at me as I kneel on the cold ground in front of him. I can’t bear to look up at him, so I keep my eyes down. It’s bad enough that I have to do this.

“It’s about time that you meet my good friend!” Fedorov chuckles as he reaches for his belt buckle. I sigh in defeat. He deftly unbuttons his pants, before pulling them down and revealing a horrific scene. In a robust nest of greasy black pubes is the ugliest little cock that I’ve ever seen. It’s twisted and curved to the side, with a wide, fat mushroom head. It looks filthy, almost orange in color. It doesn’t smell much better. His brown, shriveled, wrinkly balls are barely even visible through the thick nest of hair.

He adjusts his body so that his disgusting package sticks out further, giving me better access to it.

“Go ahead.” Fedorov urges me. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing his fat, hairy belly and his sloppy man tits.

I nervously place my fingertips on his legs and begin lean forwards until his cock is staring me in the face. It twitches excitedly.

“Put those full, pretty lips of yours on my cock.” He orders. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”

I take a deep breath. Nervously, I lean forwards. My mouth draws closer and closer to the tip of his mushroom, until it presses against my lips.

“Go ahead.” Fedorov urges. “Put it in your mouth!”

A part of me dies when I slide my lips over his fat head. Fedorov groans in delight. His cock tastes like old cheese and sweat. It makes my face scrunch up and my toes curl in my boots.

“Ooh yes, Tatyana!” He says with a chuckle. “Very nice.”

I begin to unenthusiastically bob my head up and down, my lips gliding over the tip of his slimy cock. I’m ready to cry.

“Oh, come on!” He says. “You can do better that that! Use your tongue.”

I glance up at him, the fat head of his cock still in my mouth. He looks down at me over his chins and his bulging, bullfrog like throat and watches intently.

I close my eyes so I can roll them, then I begin to pick up my pace. I reach up and wrap my hand around his shaft to hold it steady. Well, three fingers of my hand.

Fedorov puts a new cigar in his mouth and lights it with a match. The foul taste of his cock permeates my entire mouth. I start to suck harder and faster so I can get this over with.

“Oh Tatyana!” he moans. “I knew you would like it.”

I don’t, but I keep up my pace, bobbing my head with a strong rhythm. Fedorov’s fat, hairy belly heaves in delight.

“That’s good!” He cheers. I wish that he would just shut up. This blowjob is beginning to drag on. Fedorov puffs his cigar and moans softly. I’m not looking forward to his cum but I wish he would just finish already.

“Not so fast, Tatyana.” He says, pushing me off of his cock. “I want this to last.”

I kneel in front of him and look up at him as he takes a long break and smokes his cigar. It’s agonizing, knowing that all of my hard work is being undone.

“I want you to lick my cock.” Fedorov tells me after the break.

I sigh and lean forwards. I hold his smelly cock up with my hand.

“Ohhhhh.” Fedorov groans when I lick from the underside of his head to the tip of his cock. “Very nice!”

I keep licking his cock for a while until he reaches forwards and grabs the back of my head with a fistful of hair. He forces his cock head back into my mouth, and keeps pushing me further and further down his shaft. Having so much of his sweaty cock in my mouth makes me gag. I try to pull back but Fedorov fights me.

“Just be a good girl and take it.” He orders. I struggle to breathe, my nose buried in his greasy pubes. Fedorov guides me up and down with his hand. Eventually, he loosens his grip and lets me control the pace.

“Oh Tatyana!” Fedorov moans. He coughs a few times. “This is just as good as I imagined!”

He squirms around in his chair as he puts his cigar down.

“Oh Tatyana!” He moans again. I know it’s coming. I can feel his nasty cock swelling in my mouth. “Oh Tatyana!”

Fedorov’s hand that was loosely resting on the back of my head closes into a fist, pulling my hair tight and holding my head down.

“Eeeuuuuhhkkhhh!” He cries. The fat head of his cock begins to quiver between my lips. My eyes widen and I try to pull back when the first drop of his slimy cum oozes out of his cock and dribbles across my tongue.

“Hhhhnnnnngggg!!” Fedorov moans dramatically, bucking his hips and tightening his grip on my head. I squirm beneath his grip as his cock weakly pulses, leaking his disgusting load out and into my mouth. The taste of Fedorov’s cum is nothing short of horrific.

“Ahhhh!” Fedorov sighs as his pulsations gradually subside. He finally lets go of me and I pull my head back.

“Swallow it.” He orders. “Swallow it all.”

I close my eyes and gulp down the thick, slimy load that has been sitting in my mouth. I shudder when it passes my throat.

“Show me your tongue.” He demands. I look up at him defeatedly, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. The smug look on his face crushes me.

“Very nice!” He says. “Good girl.”

He buttons his pants and sits quietly for a moment. I stand up.

“Go back to…” he starts to say, waving his hand. “Whatever the fuck you were doing, I don’t care.”

I start to leave.

“And Tatyana.” He says with a smirk. I stop and look at him. “We’ll be doing this again.”