We give Fedorov what he wants

“Come on.” I whisper to Sasha. “Just do it.”

Fedorov smirks as we kneel in front of him. Sasha holds her fingertips in her mouth as Fedorov undoes his belt. He chuckles when he pulls his pants down and his ugly cock springs out. Sasha’s eyes widen as she takes it in.

“I want you to go first, Tatyana.” Fedorov says, spreading his legs.

“You can learn a thing from her, Aleksandra.” Fedorov says laughing. He strikes a match and lights his cigar.

I sigh, and wrap my fingers around the base of his dick in its greasy nest of pubes. With shoulders low, and head hung I lean forwards and wrap my lips around his mushroom head. Its pungent taste makes my whole body shudder.

The sour, cheesy taste of my commissar’s dick is one that I can never truly get used to, only tolerate. Once I recover I start to glide my lips up and down over his head. I bring my hand up and start to stroke him as I work.

“Good girl!” Fedorov cheers. He shakes his fat ass and flails his legs trying to scoot forwards.

I carry on the way I always do, on a mission to finish the job as quickly as I can. The annoying grunting and moaning noises Fedorov makes tell me that he likes what I’m doing.

“Very good Tatyana!” He says. “Stop for a moment.”

I stop and look up at his fat face. He looks over at Sasha.

“It’s your turn!” Fedorov says to her. “Your lips look nice and soft! Come here.” He motions for her to come with his finger. I let go and back away.

Sasha timidly crawls up to Fedorov on her knees and looks up at him. She looks over at me.

“Suck it!” Fedorov urges. “Put your mouth on my cock!”

Sasha looks back at Fedorov’s eager tool and edges her face up to it. After hesitating, she cautiously takes his head into her mouth. Immediately I can see her face turn sour. She starts to gag and pulls her head off.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Fedorov says. “Get back to work!”

She nods and slides Fedorov’s cock into her mouth again. I see her face scrunch up again and her whole body shudder.

“Good.” Fedorov says as she starts to awkwardly move her head. It’s apparent that Sasha doesn’t have much experience, if any. She tries but Fedorov starts to look bored.

“Faster!” Fedorov urges. “Use your hand!”

Sasha reaches for his cock and tries to pick up her pace.

“AH!” Fedorov roars, grabbing Sasha’s hair and yanking her off his dick. “Watch your fucking teeth, bitch!”

“Tatyana, you take a turn.” Fedorov says to me.

I put my hands on Fedorov’s chubby thighs and bring my face up to his cock. My heart sinks when I wrap my fingers around it. He’s gone soft. I’m starting from absolutely nothing. Fedorov sighs when I take him back in my mouth. It takes me what feels like five minutes to even make him hard again. He sits there puffing on his cigar and watching me.

I build a rhythm and put in several minutes of hard work. Fedorov makes the occasional grunt or groan.

“Good girl.” Fedorov says. “You’re making me close.”

“Get back in here.” He says, pointing at Sasha. “I want both of you.”

I pull my head off but keep my hand around the base of his cock. Sasha eases up next to me and I make room for her. I look at her and nod, before bringing my face back to Fedorov’s cock and licking up and down the side of his shaft. Sasha follows my lead and timidly brings her face to the other side of his cock.

“Oh ho ho!” Fedorov sighs when she joins me, running her tongue up and down the other side. “Very nice!”

I work my way up to his head. “Yes!” Fedorov groans. We keep working, lashing his swelling cock with our tongues. Fedorov squirms in his chair, putting out his cigar.

“Oh ho ho!” Fedorov moans. “Oh ho…. ho… ho……”

“HEUGH!” He croaks. One tiny drop of yellow cum slowly oozes out of the mushroom tip of his cock. “Arrrgghhhhh! Ahhhhgggghh! Eughhhh!” He moans as his cock throbs and his foul cum dribbles out onto our tongues and down the shaft of his cock. Fedorov pants when he is finished and we back away.

“You.” He says to Sasha. “Clean me up. I want you to lick up every last drop.”

She is speechless, frozen.

“Do it!” Fedorov urges.

Sasha leans her face in. I do not envy her as I watch.

“You missed a spot!” Fedorov says

Sasha nods meekly before leaning back in and painstakingly finishing the job.

“Very nice!” Fedorov says when she pulls back. He stands up and grabs the waistband of his pants. He has to jump and shake himself to pull his pants over his fat ass. We both come to our feet and cautiously step back toward the front of his desk.

“That was not the only reason why I brought you here.” Fedorov tells Sasha. “A truck leaves in half an hour: you will be on it.”