Synopsis: Marissa is a beautiful model who lives a fast lifestyle. However, when she's reminded that she agreed to play host to an old family friend for the week, her plans seems like they'll have to be put on hold... Or will they?

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Marissa woke late that summer morning. The harsh rays of sunlight were more aggressive today than usual, and found their way right into her subconscious. She rolled onto her back and sighed, squinting in the harsh morning light. She'd been having such a nice dream, too!

She brushed pale blonde strands of hair from her face and sighed again. The taste of her own breath was becoming unbearable. With a little effort, Marissa untangled herself from the mess of limbs from the two men sharing her bed. She didn't take many pains to to be gentle as she climbed out of bed. It was almost ten, why they were still there to begin with was a mystery.

Marissa stood in the center of her bedroom and took a long moment to examine the remnants of last night. The mess of bedding having fallen onto the floor, multiple tripods with cameras mounted facing right towards the bed, and of course the two gentlemen who had so kindly followed Marissa's lead to co-star in her little production. She bit her lip as her eyes passed over their corded muscles rising and falling with breath, and their long, thick cocks, long since made flaccid by her ministration. She had half a mind to keep one around to care for her needs this morning, but she decided against it. She would do a better job herself.

A quick glance across the room showed that the fourth member of the night's festivities was gone already. Marissa pursed her lips at that. He was supposed to stay around long enough to prepare her breakfast. She frowned, he hadn't exactly been her first choice. Short and rotund, a weasly little man that had very little to offer her. She'd hoped that all his bluster of experience might mean this one could actually handle his role as her audience, and reap the reward associated. But all that remained of him was a folding chair, a ball gag and a few pairs of hand cuffs. The young woman quickly checked the cameras, and was satisfied to see that the SD cards were still in place. She removed them and made a mental note to block the man's number. She just hoped she could remember his name this time.

With no hope of breakfast before washing up, Marissa temporarily deposited the SD cards in a drawer and then went to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and climbed in, letting the warm water batter her smooth skin as she washed away the previous night. She recalled moments of the evening; kissing one of the men she'd share her bed with, both of them sandwiching her between their sculpted bodies. Marissa naked and on her knees, licking come from her discarded panties. Her head dangling off one side of the bed to accept a cock down her throat while another penetrated her pussy, moaning as she felt the bulge form in her neck. Just thinking about it was making Marissa excited to scrub through the footage! She had a feeling this might be her best "home movie" yet.

Marissa took her time in the shower, hoping her two partners still in the bed would get the hint and make themselves scarce. The battery of warm water against her skin soothed her body but even when she turned the knob to cold, she was still warm inside. Her memories had gotten her worked up again, and right after she'd just gotten cleaned up too!

With her shower finished, Marissa stepped out and dried off, the cool air caused her skin to form goosebumps. She walked back out into her apartment, her lithe body wrapped in a fluffy towel. She was considering whether to play with herself or start on breakfast when her phone rang.

Food could wait, but she couldn't. Marissa picked up the phone and checked the number. Aunt Ivy. She sighed, but pressed answer all the same. "Hey there Aunt Ivy, how are you?"

"Hey Marissa. You didn't answer my texts last night. You really need to be better about that."

Marissa bit back a retort, "Yeah, my bad. I was... busy... logistical stuff for a shoot in Peru. Time zones and all, you know how it is." She opened a cabinet in the hall, revealing stacks and rows of sex toys.

She could practically feel Ivy hiding her frustration on the other side of the line, "Well, if you had read my messages, you'd know that Tommy is looking forward to staying with you. His plane landed about an hour ago."

Marissa picked one up, a black silicon cock. Nice size, with an inflation pump attached too. Nice, but not exactly what she was looking for this time around. "Yeah, that's good." She set it back down and picked up another. Gold and smooth, with a vibration function. Definitely a contender. Marissa pressed her lips to the surface, let her tongue drag along the length and sighed.

"Well, he should be arriving at your apartment in about twenty minutes. The train from the airport left a little while ago."

"Okay, yeah." Marissa looked along the length of an eighteen-inch double-ended dildo. This was definitely the one for this morning, at least it was until her aunt's words finally sank in, "wait what?"

"Well, Tommy's visiting you this week. You remember, I asked you two weeks ago if you could host him while I'm away on business." Marissa did remember. She distinctly remembered picking up the call while she had some guy's head buried between her legs. She'd only been half listening to Ivy's request at the time, and apparently that had been good enough for Ivy.

"Ivy I... I don't know, it's just not a good time this week, I've got a bunch of shoots to do, and I've got—"

"That's not my problem, now is it?" Ivy interjected, "You agreed to this week's ago, you shouldn't have made conflicting plans."

Marissa groaned, "Isn't Tommy like sixteen now? Can't he take care of himself for a week?"

"He's eighteen, and no he cannot." Ivy replied, "I don't want him having people over. Those kids with their backwards caps and their hip hop music!"

Marissa rolled her eyes, "Okay, fine! Fine. I'll let him stay here."

The smug smile that must have been on Ivy's face oozed through the phone, "Great. He'll be there in a little while. Thsnks again, Marissa." Ivy hung up, and Marissa sighed. She looked at her toy and tossed it unceremoniously into the cabinet. What was going to be an easy, stress-free morning seemed like it was going to be anything but. She tossed on a robe and headed back towards her bedroom. She needed to rouse last night's hangers-on and send them on their way before Tommy showed up.

Marissa bustled around her apartment, cleaning her bedroom, removing any traces of the night before. Condom wrappers, drinks glasses, anything that might denote what had been happening. Some of the more niche items she hid away in her usual hiring spots, where nit even a teenage boy would find them.

As she dressed properly, favoring a pair of jeans and a crop top, Marissa wondered why she'd ever agreed to this. She hadn't seen Tommy in something like ten years. They weren't really related, her parents had been close with Ivy, so Marissa was around Tommy from time to time. She could only remember him as a snot-nosed kid. Marissa didn't mind kids, but she didn't want one running around her place, it put some serious limiters on her usual habits. Especially when she hadn't even gotten herself off this morning. She was racking her brain, trying to recall if she had any plans for the week and cursing herself for failing to update her calendar more regularly, when the buzzer rang.

Marissa walked over and pressed the button, a familiar voice coming through the intercom. "Hey, there's a young man here to see you. Says he's your cousin?" Henry, the doormats baritone voice crackled across the system.

She sighed, "Yeah, let him up. I'm expecting him. Sorry I didn't give you a heads-up earlier." He grunted his assent and Marissa pulled her finger off the button. She looked around the apartment once more, careful to make sure that there was nothing that remained from the prior night. She had just finished her rounds back to the front room when there was a knock at the door.

Opening the door, Marissa expected to see the boy she'd known before. Imagine her shock then, to see a young man before her instead. He was fairly lithe, but fit. Built with a lean, slender physique. His hair was a dirty blonde, almost brown. He had a boyish but attractive face, and youthful eyes. She smiled, perhaps a bit more sultry than she'd intended. Tommy had definitely grown up since she'd last seen him. "Hey, it's great to see you again. God, it's been so long!"

Tommy smiled gratefully, shouldering his backpack, and holding a small duffel in his hand, "Yeah, it's really great to see you again, Aunt Marissa. This really means alot to me." He was also more than a bit surprised. He remembered crushing on his aunt when he was a kid, but chalked that up to being young. Seeing her now, he'd been right to feel that way, she was gorgeous!

Marissa moved aside and motioned him in, "Of course, anything for family. Come on in, I'll show you your room and then we can catch up." She watched him walk in, surreptitiously letting her eyes linger on him as he walked past. He wasn't her usual type, lacking the muscular physicality that she tended to enjoy in her partners, but Marissa couldn't help but think of the man she'd had cuffed to that chair last night. Watching her enjoy herself all night long from afar. He'd been mediocre at best, a necessity, but as Marissa recalled the night, she couldn't help but imagine Tommy in that chair instead.

She grinned wickedly. A week wasn't much time to work her magic, but Marissa always liked a challenge, especially one that she was invested in, and unfortunately for Tommy, his fate was sealed when her prior boy decided to bale this morning. Marissa turned the lock on her door and walked in after her cousin, "Right this way. You can drop your stuff off and we'll go do something fun, okay?"

Tommy glanced at Marissa as she passed. The lovely blonde could feel his eyes licking her up, but ignored it for now. Naive young men like him loved that hard-to-get routine. "That sounds good. Maybe we can get something to eat? I'm starving." Tommy tried to keep his eyes off Marissa's shapely ass in her shorts, but it was easier said than done.

She nodded her head, "Good idea. I'm starving." Marissa looked over her shoulder and grinned at Tommy, "This is going to be alot of fun, for both of us." Marissa's mind was already racing with ideas and plans. Her heart pounding at the mere thought of pushing forward. One thing was certain though. She was going to have fun. Whether Tommy would was yet to be seen..

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Thanks for reading my story! This is (probably) the start of a series, I'm just testing out the character of Marissa and seeing what I like with her.

If you have any feedback or ideas, please feel free to share! I hope I didn't over-tag this, I haven't used this sub much before!