Synopsis: Marissa furthers her plans to turn her guest to her whims, meanwhile Tommy begins to wonder at the near-hypnotic effect Marissa has on him.

Chapter Two: Midnight Double Feature

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"Mm! Mmmnnn~" Marissa's eyelids fluttered as she moaned around the dildo currently occupying her mouth. The thick toy stretched her jaw nicely, but the subtle silicon aftertaste was a constant reminder that the real thing was always infinitely better.

She pushed the toy a few inches deeper and groaned again. Her hand rubbed over the soft skin of her inner thigh. She could feel the heat radiating off of her pussy. Marissa had been wet all day long, not getting off this morning and then being stuck with Tommy made it that much harder for her. After he'd shown up that morning, she took him out for lunch and asked him about the college he wanted to go to, and while he rattled on about it, she was thinking of all the things she could do with him this week.

It was a tight timetable for seduction. Especially given their relationship. Even if they weren't blood relatives, the title of 'cousin' would put a lot of people off. She couldn't work at her own pace, not unless she wanted to take a few years of doing this over the sparse times they saw eachother. No, she needed to hit it hard and fast. Turn up the charm as soon as she could. One thing was certain, Marissa was going to fuck him up.

She pulled the toy from between her lips, letting out a soft sigh as her mouth was vacated. She looked out at the wall of windows. She was horny enough to keep the blinds open tonight, but nit so horny that she didn't dim the bedroom lights low. Marissa moved the toy down to her breast, slowly swirling the spit-soaked head around her nipple in small, lazy circles while her free hand slid higher. Her fingertips gliding up from her thigh to rest over her momouth. Electric tingles from her fingertips licked at her pussy until Marissa moved her hand up to her clit, rolling the sensitive bud back and forth with her first finger.

A brief thought flashed across Marissa's mind. She caught it and considered it further, a wicked little trick coursing through her mind. She briefly released her clit and fumbled for her phone. She opened the app for her internet modem, and smirked. Her last sub was useful for something after all, he was good with computers, and he was able to give her the power to do this. With a push of a button, she smiled as the notification pinged, "internet connection lost."

Perhaps it was a long shot, but she wanted to try something. After all, if seducing poor, innocent Tommy was the end goal, why not have him come to her. She tossed the phone aside and moved her hand back to her clit, teasing herself with one finger and slowly working herself up, waiting to see if her theory was correct.

In the guest room, Tommy had wisely closed the blinds before taking off his own clothes that evening. He was maying on the bed, his hand flying up and down his stiff cock while a video played on his laptop beside him. His eyes were fixed on it as a beautiful, busy blonde woman rode the man beneath her. Her moans were small and tinny on his laptop speakers, but they were enough. The sight of the man's cock disappearing inside of her, and the ecstatic expression on her face were enough to satiate Tommy.

He pushed away the recurring thought, that he had searched out a sexy blonde woman, one who looked like Marissa. Hit shame washed over him as the thought returned, but it only seemed to make him stroke faster. He couldn't help himself, how could he? Marissa was gorgeous, and something about her just set him off. Almost like she'd been toying with him all day. The way she constantly stopped to "tie her shoes" while she was showing him around the city. After the third time, Tommy wasn't sure if she was even wearing shoes with laces, but each time she bent over to check them, he couldn't help but stare at her ass.

Even during lunch, something felt weird. He'd been talking about his upcoming college career and was just becoming conscious that maybe he was talking too much about himself. Tommy dug down and pulled on one of the precious few things he knew about Marissa, "Um, mom said you're a model? That's pretty cool, what's that like?"

Marissa smiled at him, "Oh, it's pretty fun. I have to be pretty comfortable with my body which... isn't always easy." Tommy found that hard to believe, she was hot as he'll, but he politely nodded and let her speak, "But I like it. I've actually been doing alot of swimwear shoots recently."

Tommy was taking a sip of his soda, and nearly choked. Quickly composing himself, he balked at her, "You mean like... like bikinis and stuff?"

She gave him a strange look. Almost like she was one of those big African cats you see on the nature documentaries. He suddenly felt alot less safe, but part of him didn't mind that. "Yeah... that sort of thing." Her voice took on an edge that Tommy couldn't quite place. He realized with a start that he couldn't look away from her deep, brown eyes. "Lots of lingerie too."

Had Tommy been drinking, he might have choked again, "Oh... I see... that's... that's pretty cool." He felt heat rising to his cheeks as he tried to push away the mental images of Marissa's bikini-clad body exiting a pool, wet and shimmering in the sun. She just chuckled, like she knew exactly what she was thinking. Why did it feel like she always knew what he was thinking.

He shook himself back to the present and noticed the silence. Glancing down, Tommy saw that the video had stalled. He sighed and tried to let it buffer, but nothing moved. He looked at the connection icon and groaned as he saw that the connection was totally lost. With his cock needy and twitching, Tommy pulled on a pair of gym shorts and carefully slipped out into the hall.

The apartment was dark, the city skyline the primary light to guide him. He checked the modem. Everything was plugged in, but it wasn't responding. Weird. He was about to return to his room, and finish off as best he could by himself, when he noticed a light down the hall. Marissa's room! When he'd checked his phone, it said it was almost midnight. What was she doing up? A sliver of low light emanated from the cracked door. "Aunt Marissa? Are you up?" He whispered, trying not to wake her in case she'd just fallen asleep with the light on. He carefully crept up to the door and peeked in through the crack. He was about to say something again, but his voice got caught and died in his throat as his eyes adjusted to what he saw in the room.

Marissa was laying naked in her bed, her lovely breasts completely free, her skin barely a shade lighter where her bra would cover. One of her hands was playing with her pussy while the other rubbed a large dildo over her breast. Tommy forced himself to breathe there was no way this was happening, no way this was real! She'd never have left the door opened if this was what she was doing! Her eyes drifted over to the door, and for a split second, Tommy was sure she'd seen him. He briefly thought to run back to his room and pretend that nothing had happened, he could apologize in the morning, beg her not to send him home, but he didn't. He was rooted to that spot, in the hall, watching.

Just as quickly as Marissa's eyes seemed to meet his, they were gone again. She bit her lip and shifted her position. Her feet dragged along the silken bedsheets, creating ripples of displaced cloth on the red surface as Marissa drew her feet up. She brought her other hand lower now, the head of the dildo drawing between Marissa's breasts and down over her belly towards her mound. She rubbed the toy over her pussy lips, the shaft sliding over her sex before the head began to swirl around her clit. In the hallway, Tommy's cock was in his hand again as he began quietly watching her.

Marissa spread her legs further, trying to vent off some of the carnal heat between her legs, it didn't help. Vindication came at a cost, she supposed. But, at least now she felt fairly sure that she had an audience. She loved having an audience. The lovely blonde woman slowly plunged the silicon cock into her pussy, drawing in a gasping breath and letting out a long moan. She adjusted on the bed and slowly pushed it deeper, letting the toy fill into her pussy. Marissa tossed her head back, her fingers rubbing small circles around her clit while the toy pumped into her.

While Marissa was moaning in her bedroom, her hand picking up the pace, Tommy was transfixed by the sight. She was even sexier than he'd imagined. Her body was absolutely perfect, like she'd been sculpted from marble. He wanted to turn away, this was wrong to watch her like this, in such a private moment, but he couldn't help but stand there and stroke himself off while Marissa did the same. She seemed to have that kind of effect on her "nephew."

Marissa pulled her toy out, backing it up almost to the tip and then pushing it all back in with one motion. She moaned louder, tossing her head and pushing her back off the bed. This set the new pace. She caught herself off guard with how horny she was. This was different than even having some guy tied to a chair watching her in the room. That it was Tommy felt so wrong, so taboo, so dirty. A wave of pleasure crashed over Marissa. She groaned and pushed the whole toy in, her pussy clenched down around the insertion while her body quivered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Through the din of her own sultry moaning, somewhere in her orgasm-friend mind, Marissa thought she heard a low, masculine groan from the hall.

The woman came down from her sudden orgasm slowly, bathing in the afterglow. Marissa brought the toy up to her lips and dragged her tongue along the surface, tasting her own orgasmic nectar. She must have been really horny to orgasm that quickly. She hadn't even used her vibrator! As her mind returned, Marissa surreptitiously shot a glance at the door again, suspicion birthing a wicked little idea.

In the hall, Tommy's hand clasped hard over his mouth. Why the fuck did he do that? He hadn't been expecting her to orgasm, and seeing her body move like that, and the way she moaned, he couldn't help himself! He quietly chastised himself, watching with bated breath as Marissa lay there. What would she do next?

Without warning, Marissa climbed out of bed. Tommy shifted slightly, a soft creak emanating in the hallway but it was for naught, as the blonde sank to her knees on her bedroom floor. She thrust the dildo onto the floor, the suction-cup base sticking to the hardwood surface without much difficulty. She got on all fours and leaned towards the toy. Tommy's view was slightly blocked by the door, but he could hear the soft sound of her lips kissing and sucking on the plastic cock. In his desperation, he carefully pushed the door open a little further, shying away from the low light of the bedroom, but moving so that he could see as Marissa kissed up the shaft of the plastic organ.

The blonde, now certain that Tommy was there, pulled her lips away from the cock. Rookie mistake: never move the door. Move yoyr body in relation to the door. If you miss anything anyways, that's just tough luck. Now certain that she was entertaining an audience, she moved up and tossed her hair back. Time to show off. Facing her body away from the door, Marissa knelt down and leaned back, feeling the curve of the toy press into the crevice of her ass. She stretched one leg out to the side, then the other, sliding carefully into a full split. This was a trick that had made more than one man come. She wondered if it had done the same to Tommy.

With careful precision, and alot of core strength, Marissa pushed her body up, balanced on her hands and her splayed legs as she slid up the toy and lowered back down, sliding the dildo inside of herself. She raised up and down in the split for a little while. Moaning and riding the toy. Shenrode up slowly and dropped back down, letting her weight impale herself on the cock. It wasn't the best way to ride, but damned if it didn't look amazing, especially from the back.

After a little while doing this, and because her muscles were beginning to tire, Marissa pulled one leg back, then the other, taking on a more normal cowgirl position as she rode the fake cock, first bouncing her whole body before she sped up a bit more, rolling her hips up and down to slide the toy in quicker, her moans matching the pace of the toy.

Out in the hall, Tommy was likewise matching her pace. His arm was getting tired, but he kept going, sliding his hand up and down the length of his cock as she rode the toy. He was getting close. He could feel it building up, but Tommy tried to hold back. He wanted to come with Marissa, just when she reached her orgasm. It was getting harder, much harder than he realizes. Luxkily, she soon picked up her pace even faster, her moans growing higher until she pushed down and let out a load groan. Tommy likewise let himself go, his cock firing ropes of warm, sticky cum straight at her door, the white fluid sticking to the surface and clinging there. Oh fuck.

He came longer than he expected, and by the time he was done, Marissa was getting up and taking her dildo off the floor. Tommy cursed silently, hoping she wouldn't see him there. Especially not after he made such a mess! His now-flaccid cock was still dripping little dots onto the floor. The woman didn't seem to notice however, as she stretched and then walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

With a long sigh, Tommy looked over the mess with shame. What the he'll hsd he just done? He'd watched Marissa play with herself and even came to it! But he couldn't shake how perfect it was. How much he wanted her, and how he could already feel his cock stirring to review it in his mind's eye. But first, he crept away to try and find something to clean up this mess.

In her bathroom, Marissa listened at the door until she was sure Tommy had left. She smirked to herself and grabbed a wand vibrator from her drawer. She sat down on the vanity and spread her legs, pressing the buzzing toy to her pussy. A fake orgasm never hurt anyone, especially not Tommy in that case. Marissa could only imagine the cocktail of shame and confusion he must be feeling, and it would only get worse tomorrow, when they saw one-another again. It was a rainy day tomorrow too, forecast called for thunderstorms. Good, perfect, just what she needed. With another lewd moan, she came again, this time for real. Two orgasms wasn't bad for a night's work, but she didn't want to waste all of her energy tonight. Especially not when there were such plans tomorrow.

Marissa ran a quick shower and washed herself off, smiling the whole time as she made her plan. She toweled off quickly and walked back into her bedroom, shutting the door completely, and climbing into bed. She picked up her phone and opened her calendar. Tomorrow was clear, perfect. She made a new event, Seduce Tommy and pressed save. A wicked smile curled on her face, this was going to be a very fun week..~

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Thanks for reading my story! It took me a little longer to put this sequel out than I would have liked, but I have a direction I want it to go now, so hopefully further content will be quicker!

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