Odd but good

Joanna glanced at the slaver as he sat opposite to her, his legs spread apart so that she would have no difficulties in spotting his thick, long cock. Did he ever put on any clothes?

“Odd,” Joanna began, hesitantly. Her mind was currently being caught in a tug of war between her realization that this was the man whom she was supposed to catch, or kill, and who had had a pretty intrusive procedure performed upon her and her increasing urge to tear her dress off and allow him to ravage her until the end of time.
“But good,” Joanna hurried on to add, flashing the slaver a sexy smile which highlighted not only her bright, spotless teeth and glossy red lips, but also her beaming eyes.
Taking a step forwards on unsteady feet, high heels weren’t really part of the day-to-day uniform in the military, Joanna noticed the man smiling at her while pre-cum poured out of his pisshole.

“I suppose that you’re dying for me to fuck you?” the man asked with a smirk, even going so far as to lean back a little in his chair. Undoubtedly, there were a multitude of security systems being ready to go off if Joanna would try anything “funny”, like tearing his ears off.
“Yes please,” Joanna huskily responded, her pussy soaking at the mere thought of having the slaver’s dick inside her.
Standing in front of him, Joanna didn’t really know what to do, and it wasn’t while being fully aware of what she was doing that she tugged down the top of the silk dress to allow her breasts, recently upgraded to quite massive proportions, to come spilling into the open, with even such a small amount of movement causing milk to flow from her nipples.

“Have you ever had a real cock inside of you before?” the slaver went on, apparently enjoying asking Joanna these questions while she went on to push the bottom of her dress up until her pussy came into full view.
“No,” Joanna admitted as she slid the dress up over her hips so that it resembled a very ineffective corset rather than a full-sized garment, “I’ve barely even seen one!”
At this, the man stood up, his immense size being enough to make Joanna feel slightly dwarfed as she stood just a few feet away from him. She wanted desperately to reach out and touch his cock, but something inside of her prevented her from doing so.

As if he knew that she was unable to touch him and wanted to tease her, the slaver grabbed hold of his own member and gave the gargantuan slab of turgid meat a single jerk, making sure to make it slow and thorough, while still smirking at her.
“Return to the rug,” he told Joanna, and she did as she was told, even if she didn’t want to turn round and thereby no longer be able to ogle him.

Joanna returned to the fur rug, as she had been told, and again complied with the man’s demands when he told her to “Get down on your hands and your knees.”
As she waited on the rug while hearing him approach her, Joanna found that the mere anticipation of having him fuck was almost enough to make her climax.
Then, he was behind her…