Give it up to the commissar

“Fine.” I say. “But just this one time.”

“We’ll see about that.” Fedorov says. “Now take off your clothes. Start with your coat.”

Unenthusiastically, I unbutton my coat and lay it over the back of a chair.

“Come on!” Fedorov complains, pouring himself a shot of vodka. “I want to see more enthusiasm, Tatyana. Make it sexy.”

I nod, keeping my eyes down and move my body from side to side as I take off my shirt. Fedorov watches in delight as I edge closer to being naked one garment at a time. When I’m down to just my bra and panties, Fedorov stands up.

“Very sexy, Tatyana!” He cheers. “Now I have something sexy for you!”

I freeze and watch in horror as Fedorov pulls off his shirt, then his undershirt, revealing his fat, pasty belly and the entirety of his hairy man tits. Such shapes do not belong on a human body. He smells repulsive.

“You like?” Fedorov asks, his man tits jiggling with his laughter.

I don’t know what to say to him, so I don’t say anything.

“What are you doing all the way over there, Tatyana?” Fedorov asks me. “Come here.”

I cautiously make my way around his desk. It makes me nervous being so close to him while I feel so ****. I stop only a few steps away from him.

“Come to papa Fedorov!” He says with a chuckle as he approaches me and pulls me into him. His stomach feels sweaty and his coarse body hairs prickle my sensitive skin. His boner presses into my stomach through his pants. It’s almost impossible to breathe.

Fedorov starts trying to smooch on me. I know that I can’t pull away but he’s simply too gross for me to kiss back.

Fedorov pulls back and squints at me.

“You are a bad kisser, Tatyana.” He says. “Why don’t you show me your tits? I’ve wanted to see them for a very long time.”

He lets me out of his grasp but I hesitate.

“Take it off.” Fedorov urges.

I take a deep breath before reaching behind my back and unfastening my bra. Fedorov chuckles in delight as it falls down the front of my body, his yellow eyes widening.

“Such pert, shapely, young tits!” Fedorov cheers. He reaches out and grabs one in each of his coarse hands, squeezing them roughly.

“How old did you say you are, Tatyana?” He asks me.

“Nineteen.” I answer quietly.

“Ohh-ho-ho!” Fedorov chuckles dramatically. “I bet your little pussy is nice and tight!”

I don’t know what to say to him. Fedorov lets go of my tits.

“Take off your panties.” Fedorov orders. take them off!”

“Okay.” I say meekly and grab the waistband of my panties. Fedorov stares in anticipation. It takes a long time to build up the nerve to pull them down my legs.

“Very nice!” Fedorov says as I step out of my panties. I stand before him shivering, completely naked and exposed.

“Veerrry sexy!” Fedorov cheers, and grabs me by my hips. He steers me towards his desk where he seats me on the edge.

“I always wondered what your pussy looked like, Tatyana.” Fedorov tells me, running his hand up the inside of my thigh. “It’s cute.”

He pushes me onto my back with his other hand, and starts to rub my pussy. I grit my teeth in an effort to stay still, but it isn’t easy. I can’t help but squirm even more when Fedorov jams one of his fingers inside of me. He lets out another long and dramatic sigh.

“Nice and tight!” He comments, working his finger in and out while holding me still with his other hand.

“Now, for the moment I have been waiting for!” Fedorov announces, taking one step back and grabbing his belt. He undoes his belt, which causes a few odd bulges of fat to spring outward. Fedorov undoes his fly, quietly grunting, and shimmies his pants down. His cock springs up in its thick black nest. It’s the hardest that I’ve probably ever seen him.

“Okay, Tatyana!” He sings, grabbing my legs and waddling up to me. His twitching cock stands only a few inches away from my pussy. I look up at the ceiling as he pulls me closer to the edge of the desk. I feel the tip of his cock poking at my crotch.

“Uuuughhhh!” Fedorov grunts as he shifts his hips forward and penetrates me. I close my eyes. Overwhelming feelings of shame and remorse wash over me. My lip quivers.

“Very nice!” Fedorov says. “This is amazing. I can’t believe that my cock is really inside of you!”

He starts to hump me erratically, his fat belly flopping around all over me. This must be more exercise than he’s used to, because he is already beginning to sweat profusely. I keep my eyes shut and try to imagine that I’m not here. It’s hard not to cry.

“Come on, Tatyana.” He urges. “I want you to open those pretty green eyes! Look at me!”

I slowly open my eyes to Fedorov leaning over me as he continues to fuck me like a drunk walrus. He gives me the most smug look, one that I’ll never forget. I can’t believe that I’m letting this man have his way with me. Tears start to stream down my face.

“Oh come on!” Fedorov complains, still thrusting away. “Not that shit! Stop crying!”

I sniffle and wipe my eyes. “I’m trying.” I tell him.

“Argh!” He growls. “I’m not going to let you ruin this! Here.”

Fedorov slips his cock out of me before pulling me to my feet. He turns me around and bends me over his desk, holding my head down by a fistful of my hair. He chuckles in delight running his other hand over my ass. I grit my teeth when he smacks it sharply.

Fedorov shuffles up to me, takes his cock in his hand and guides it back into my pussy. I whimper as he starts to fuck me again holding me by my hip with one hand and by my hair with the other.

“I knew you would like it.” Fedorov says.

I don’t say a word. I just lay there as he pounds me over his desk. A long time seems to pass. I can’t tell if he is close because he’s been panting ever since he started thrusting.

“Oh Tatyana!” Fedorov groans. “I want to do this every day!”

“Ohh ho ho!” Fedorov moans before tightening his grip on my hair and pushing my face down. “Ohhh….”

“Uughhh!” Fedorov cries, bucking his hips forwards and burying himself all the way inside of me. I feel Fedorov’s cock twitching inside of me as he moans dramatically. He bucks his hips a few more times, grunting, before pulling back.

I can’t believe it. I roll over and look at him. “Did you just cum inside me?” I ask in terror.

“Yes, Tatyana.” Fedorov answers with a smirk. “Because you’re my bitch.”

He throws a rag at me.

“Wipe those tears off and go away.” He orders. “I’ll take care of your stupid friend.”