A little more extra duty

Fedorov is standing in the hallway, looking at his watch as we return. We stop just before him. I’m at the back of the line.

“I have already received word of the successful drop, Sergeant.” Fedorov tells Dadonov. “You are all done for the day.”

We start back down the passageway. Fedorov grabs my upper arm as I pass in front of him.

“Not you.” He says quietly. “You still have one more job to do.”

The others continue on and I’m left behind. I think I know what he’s talking about.

“Come.” Fedorov orders and leads me into his office.

“It feels like it’s been a very long time, Tatyana.” He says, sitting down. “My balls are nice and full for you.”

I sigh. “Can we just get this over with?” I ask, shedding my rifle and belt. “I’m tired.”

“Our special time together is not something to ‘get over with.” He tells me. “It is something to savor.”

I don’t waste any time losing my coat and hat before starting towards him.

“Hold on.” He says. “This time, I want more. I want you to strip. Give me a show.”

“Yes, Ivan.” I tiredly sigh and begin to unenthusiastically dance for him while I unbutton my shirt from the top down to where the buttons end in the middle. I grip the hem and pull the shirt over my head. Fedorov sits and pours himself a shot of vodka.

“Very nice!” He says when I pull my undershirt off and feel my tits bounce. He downs his shot of vodka and starts rubbing himself over his pants with his other hand. “The boots! The pants!”

I carefully sit my aching body on his desk and pull each of my boots off one by one. Fedorov lights half of a cigar and watches in anticipation. I slide my pants down my thighs and step out of them.

“Yess!” Fedorov cheers. “I want you to spin for me.”

I nod tiredly and shuffle myself around once for him.

“Do it sensuously.” He demands.

I close my eyes to roll them before I spin around again; slowly this time, arching my back, sticking my butt and chest out, and letting my hair down for him.

“Sexy!” Fedorov says excitedly. “Your tits! Show me your tits!”

I give him a fake smile and push my straps over my shoulders before reaching behind my back and letting my bra fall to the floor. Feeling the cool air on my nipples gives me goose bumps.

“Oh ho ho!” Fedorov cheers. “Come here!” He beckons. I nervously walk up to him and he reaches out to grope my tits for a moment before he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me closer to him. He tries to lift one of my legs over his thigh.

“Sit on my lap.” He orders me. “Straddle me.”

I gulp, and slide my first leg over him before bringing the other one across his lap to his other side, holding the back of the chair for support. I settle into his lap and feel his bulge grinding against my pussy.

Fedorov grabs my ass with both hands and squeezes tightly. His dick throbs. He runs his hands over my bare skin over my hips and up my stomach before he grabs my tits again.

“Veerry nice!” He says, before moving in to suck on one of my nipples, one breast in each of his hands. His mouth makes my whole body shiver. He sucks and slobbers, switching back and forth between the two of them.

“I can’t take it anymore!” He says. “Get on your knees!”

I nod meekly and crawl down his body to the floor, kneeling on the cold ground. He eagerly paws at his belt, unbuckling it and tearing at his buttons. He flails his fat ass around in his chair, coughing and hacking as he pulls his pants and underwear down to expose his junk.

My old, twisted, smelly, mushroom headed “friend” waits for me, twitching excitedly. I hate this part.

“Get to work.” He orders. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the shaft of his little cock and lean into him. I let out a defeated sigh when his fat tip brushes against my lips, before I part them to suck his head into my mouth.

“Ohhh!” Fedorov groans in delight. “Very nice, Tatyana!”

I need to close my eyes to roll them again before I start bobbing my head, suckling on his head and the upper shaft of his dirty dick. I jerk him around his base. His old cheesy taste seeps into my tongue and the sides of my cheeks. My face scrunches up.

“No hands.” Fedorov demands after I’ve worked him for a while. “Take it all.”

I let go of his shaft and brace my hands on his clammy hips, gradually working my lips further and further down his shaft, taking more of him into my mouth. He groans in pleasure. My progress slows when his vigorous bush starts to brush my nose and chin.

“All the way down.” He says, and places one of his meaty hands on the back of my head to push me down, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth until he bottoms out just past the back of my teeth. My forehead is pressed into his fat belly.

Fedorov grips my by my hair and guides me up and down his length, bringing me all the way up to his very tip before forcing me back down into the jungle. I tiredly play along, ready to fall asleep.

His dick quivers and my eyes widen in panic when I feel just a drop of something warm and sour leak out onto my tongue. I’m not ready yet. Fedorov keeps thrusting. His cock twitches again between my lips, but no cum.

“Oh yes!” He moans. “Da!”

Fedorov puts his cigar down and flails around in his chair, huffing and puffing. He stands up, his cock still between my lips. Fedorov grunts and groans, holding my head and humping my mouth, his belt jingling.

Fedorov makes a gurgling, **** noise as he pulls me off of his dick before grabbing it with his hand and jerking it furiously.

“HHNNNGGG!” He cries, squatting down to bring his tip up to my bare breasts. A bead of thick, yellow cum oozes out of his tip. “EEUKHH!” His dick twitches again and the drop of warm cum drips off of his tip onto one of my tits, to be replaced by another dribbling out. Fedorov gasps, smearing his dribbling cockhead all over my breasts, spreading his hot, sticky cum all over them before he stands back up and lets go of his cock. His belly heaves.

“Fuck!” He exclaims. “I almost passed out!”

“Suck it clean.” He demands, one last drop of his rancid seed still lingering on the tip of his dick. I take the base of his cock between my fingers before I meekly lean forwards and lick up the bitter drop of cum. He shivers when I suck his head back into my mouth for a brief few seconds.

Fedorov takes his finger and wipes a smear of cum off my tits before bringing it up to my lips.

“Clean it up like a good girl.” He orders me and plunges his finger into my mouth. I begrudgingly clean his finger. Fedorov brings his finger down to my tits and back to my mouth again and again, determined to make me swallow every last drop. I have **** but to comply with him.

“You did a good job, Tatyana.” He says when we are finished. “You can get dressed now.”