Recieving her Thanksgiving (COMMISSION) (Futa on Male, first person, anal)

But I could do holidays. And I did, so there I was. Thanksgiving morning, standing at the door to my parents' house, rising sun peeking through the towering skyline, wearing a casual t-shirt and pants.

Greetings as usual, after that. I'd planned to exhaust the same stockpile of pleasantries that I kept saved up for occasions such as this. Answers to novel questions such as 'how've you been?' or 'why don't you visit us more often?' Not that I -disliked- them, of course. But how many types of those conversations can you have with your parents?

Still, I hadn't counted on the day being interesting. Comfortable, relaxing, maybe. But interesting? Not a chance, I thought, until I was introduced to her - Claire. A woman, about my age and height, which was odd. One of the first things I noticed was her bronze-colored eyes - piercing, intelligent... flirty... sealed away behind a pair of pink glasses which did nothing to make her look any less confident. She had her black hair tied in a bun behind her head, short bangs comfortably above her medium-thick eyebrows, gorgeously soft lips. Below that she wore casual clothes - very modest and plain. A low cut, white shirt which barely contained her large, shapely breasts, and loose black pants underneath. Absolutely brimming with confident feminity. I didn't try to hide that I was checking her out - I wasn't the shy type, for one, and on top of that she wasn't trying to hide that -she- was checking me out either. I'd been with women before, never bothered settling down. I liked to think I was attractive. To use a cliche term, a womanizer, when I bothered to be. Perhaps a bit overconfident, but... still.

She was polite, punctuating every other sentence to my parents with a misses or mister. Friendly, though, particularly with my dad. I'd have been suspicious if he weren't such an old fart. He hastily introduced her as a co-worker he'd invited over. They were good friends (oddly enough) and she lived alone... not too out of the ordinary, I supposed. We exchanged our greetings, I made small talk for a while, with her and with the parents, and then we ate a (late) breakfast. The day after that was relatively normal save for the hour or two of conversation I managed to have with her. All relatively normal subjects, which took me off guard, as I'd expected her to be a lot more flirty. I could see it in her eyes, and yet she was seemingly almost a model of restraint.

Or so I supposed. Supposed. Our line of conversation having faded away into meaninglessness, she got up and walked past me... I, assuming our conversation over, got up as well, and as she passed me, she whispered into my ear, "How do you feel about a little bit of... thanks-giving, stud?" It took me off guard for a few seconds before I stammered, "No foreplay?" and she chuckled, traced her fingers along the slight bulge in my pants, and I gulped. "There are dicks that need release here, darling," she whisper-purred, "and who am I to deny them the pleasure?"

So she took my hand (with surprising force) and led me upstairs, into the bathroom. Within a half minute the door was shut and we were alone. As close to alone as we could be, at least. And she stepped forward, mashed her massive breasts against me, and gave me a slow kiss on the lips, her deep bronze eyes gazing into mine with pure, unadulterated, feminine lust. My hands reached to her hips, undid her pants as her own hands did the same to mine... and then she pulled back, a trickster's gleam in her eyes as she gently pushed me back onto the counter, until I was half sitting, half lying on its smooth, cold surface. She finished pulling my pants down, slipped my boxers off and let my now fully erect dick spike into the air, bent down and gave it a few tender kisses, her smooth tongue gracing my cockhead with a few slow, gentle licks, before she moved herself up, her face right up to mine, her large breasts blocking my vision entirely. I could feel her hot breath on my face as she stood there, bent over me, and I noted just how obviously submissive my position was. Her left hand moved to my shoulder as I heard her pants audibly drop to the floor, leaned on me as her right hand reached up to my nethers, giving my dick a few gentle strokes before she reached her hand lower and (of -course-) guided her... thick shaft into my ass,

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