You know when you see those couples where both halves of the whole are otherworldly attractive? This morning I realized that the hottest new power couple lovingly referred to as TomDaya, were mostly definitely one of them!

I had never really taken much notice of either one of them to be honest, they kind of melted seamlessly into the world of celebrities who I could pick out of a crowd, but who did not necessarily cross my mind in my day to day life.

In all actuality, celebrity didn’t mean much to me due to my job in publicity. I worked for the Australian branch of a global PR company that often had me spending my days running around with the hottest A lister of that moment as they attended interview after interview and promoted their latest project.

This day started like any other, I was given an in-depth itinerary of the day ahead and headed over to a swanky hotel to meet with the client.

I always found this part the most stressful. I was never nervous about the prospect of spending the day with a “celebrity” but often terrified of having to spend the day with a stranger! Some celebrities were completely lovely, some shy or incredibly professional but some were downright monsters. It was a complete mixed bag, so when it was someone I hadn’t come across before it was always a little nerve-wracking.

On this particular morning our debrief was arranged for 6:15am in a beautiful hotel in central Sydney where the star couple were also living during their stay in Australia. We had arranged a separate hotel room for a quick run through of the day, and I worked furiously on my laptop whilst waiting for their arrival.

Tom arrived first, incredibly friendly and surprisingly chirpy for such an early call time. He was apologetic about interrupting my work and offered to run and get me a coffee when he walked in and noticed I was without.

“Gotta keep your energy up!” He remarked.

He was a great conversationalist, the kind who asks you about yourself and genuinely listens for the answer. I breathed a sigh of relief as the idea of a potential day of awkward car silences disappeared from view.

I also hadn’t failed to notice how handsome he was. A head of brown waves, a cheeky smile and some reading glasses that I was still inwardly debating if they were prescription of not. He was giving Hugh Grant in any Hugh Grant rom-com ever, and I had definitely noticed.

Zendaya arrived about 10 minutes later. She approached with a calm energy, shy smile and one of the most striking faces I had ever seen up close. I collected my thoughts quickly, and we jumped right in to a run-down of the day ahead.

It was essentially back to back interviews, dotted all over the city, a cleverly orchestrated dance in which I was the director.

For a romantic couple, they were quite reserved with any kind of displays of affection, the only thing giving them away was their true comfortability with each other. Everything felt so natural and at ease, the conversation flowed between the three of us as we walked (I say walked…. Tom and I walked…Zendaya seemed to float) towards the elevator to begin the day.

We piled into a people mover headed towards our first morning TV show, and as I sat facing the couple, I took a moment to admire them both through the security of my darkened sunglasses.

Zendaya was absolutely gorgeous. Her skin was angelically smooth and her face would light up when a smile spread across her beautiful lips. She was shy, yet incredibly witty, and her energy and intoxicating scent seemed to blur my brain. She seemed so innocent, yet strong in a way that intrigued me.

The thing about Tom that caught most of my attention was oddly enough, his hands and forearms. Zendaya and I were both taller than Tom by an inch or two, a spot that could have left him feeling slightly emasculated as we towered over him in heels, yet he confidentially walked between us with his hands clasped together in relaxed ease, causing the muscles in his forearm to tense and exude masculine certainty.

Something told me he was good with his hands, and he as he ran his fingers through his longer locks or played with his rings, I wondered what they would feel like around my neck.

I quickly snapped out of it.

No matter how much the conversation flowed, this was a business setting and I needed to get a grip!

The morning went by in a flurry. From radio to breakfast television, I ushered the relaxed couple in and out of cars and green rooms impressed by their inability to show any signs of wear after answering he same question for the 6th time that morning.

After a quick bit stop to refuel, we headed to a nearby office for a junket. This basically entailed the three of us set up in a single room whilst various interviewees filtered through to ask the same questions for the next however many hours of our lives.

The best part for me was the downtime in the middle.

We had only met this morning, but damn did I feel at home with this gorgeous pair of humans. We were chatting away like old school friends, and I felt completely relaxed.

“So Morgan, tell us more about your personal life, are you married?” Tom asked whilst bringing a fresh cup of coffee to his lips.

“Not even close! A few guys here and there but nothing serious.” My eyes glued to his hands wrapped around the white mug.

He seemed intrigued by the notion of “a few” guys, and Zendaya piped up in support.

“It’s good to know what’s out there, nothing wrong with a bit of experimentation!” She threw a smirk in Tom’s direction.

I felt a boldness settle over me.

“I wouldn’t call it experimentation…. it’s typically very vanilla for the most part unfortunately.”

Although we casually laughed it off, this seemed to pique their interest as expected, but we were quickly interrupted by the next interviewee entering the room, not before Tom threw Zendaya a quick wink.

As the day began to wind down, I ushered the stars into the car one final time.

“This has been one of the best press days I’ve had in a while” Zendaya remarked,

“Is it super lame to say I feel like we all have the best energy with each other?” She added.

“No, I definitely agree! If you guys are ever back in town, and want a friend to hang out with…. I’m you’re girl!” I added with a laugh.

Zendaya quickly reached out and grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers

“Well, what do you know! We are in town right now and we definitely need a friend…” Her voice trailed off and she shot Tom a glance.

He nodded his head slowly in agreement.

If you have every hung out with a group of people where everybody knows a secret except you…this is what that car ride felt like.

As we pulled up outside the hotel, I wasn’t sure whether to say goodbye, but Zendaya’s hand quickly pulling me along with them answered the question almost immediately.

As soon as we walked through the door into their shared hotel room, the energy between us shifted. Although stone sober, I felt suddenly tipsy, and my Pussy seemed to flutter with anticipation.

Zendaya strode before me with confident, leading me towards the plush sofa. She sat down and pulled me down next to her. She seemed to have a sudden dominance over me, and almost immediately as my body hit the seat she had her slender fingers on either side of my face, yanking me towards her eager mouth.

Her tongue ran quickly along my lower lip, pushing its way inside my willing mouth.

As Zendaya sat back comfortably on the couch, I was contorting to meet her mouth, and she wasn’t asking for permission. She was grabbing and taking what she wanted from me before I even had time to think.

The power dynamic was obvious, it felt like she was relishing being in control, throwing glances at Tom as he kept his eyes clued upon us.

Her left hand remained tangled in my hair holding me against her expert mouth, whilst her right slid down my body to the lower hem of my blouse leaving what felt like a trail of Hot lava behind it.

She ripped my top over my head in an expert swoosh, my only alert it was off being her lips no longer massaging my own for.03 seconds. When her lips returned to my body, they were crashing in to the skin below my ear, sucking roughly at the skin alternating between puckered suction and the grazing of here front teeth.

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of a zipper, eager to know where it was coming from. To my absolute delight, Tom was now at Zendaya’s other side, pulling the zip of her dress down here slender back whilst his other hand firmly held her waist.

As if on command, I noticed her back arch, pushing her surprisingly round Ass up on to his lap. He pushed a foot into the carpet to grind against her.

As Zendaya moved down to pepper nibbles on my collar bone, Tom ran his gorgeous hands up her now exposed back to grasp the straps of her dress, and pull them down her body as she lifted to let it come completely off.

Tom smirked at me as he threw the dress into the corner with a swish of his wrist. At this point Zendaya’s naked body was pinning me to the couch as she licked and sucked her way down my chest, but Tom seemed to disagree with this arrangement.

With a sharp smack to Zendaya’s Ass, he demanded she lift it up for him.

“Baby….” His voice seemed to rumble low in his throat,

“Spread those gorgeous thighs for me, let me see how badly you want it…”

For someone who seemed so dominant with me, these words seemed to make her jump to attention and Zendaya quickly propped herself up on her knees, one on either side of my thighs, her body swooping down in a perfect arch leaving her warm chest pushed against mine.

“Mmm that’s a good girl.” Tom nodded with approval, before pulling Zendaya’s bright pink thong away from her body to run it between his thumb and pointer finger, pulling it tight against her clit in the process.

“Wow Daya, you’re soaking wet. Just the way I like it,” he emphasized the last few words with a sharp tug of the fabric, causing it to sharply rub against her and causing her to moan against me.

I was mesmerized by what was happening before me, and felt my heart racing as I watched Tom slowly remove his rings, and sink to his knees behind his gorgeous girlfriend. His face was now hidden by the perfect tanned Ass swaying in the air, but the slurping sounds that filled the air assured me that he was feasting upon her, presumably perfect Pussy.

Zendaya’s mouth worked its way back towards my neck in a lazy fashion as she tried to keep her back arched and Pussy glued squarely to Tom’s hungry mouth.

As Tom’s mouth focused on Zendaya, I felt his beautiful hands grasp the top of my jeans.

My stomach was a hollow cage of butterflies as he expertly removed my jeans, and squeezed the top of my thighs whilst he continued his feast.

The sound of Zendaya’s moans tickled my ear drum and caused the hairs on my neck to stand to attention.

“Baby….” She repeated in panting whispers as I lay beneath here in nothing more than my underwear.

Tom seemed to be a professional in whatever his mouth was doing to Zendaya, yet when it came to my body his hands remained just north of my knees, holding my thighs firmly, unmoving.

I wiggled slightly in an effort to remind him I needed more. I alternated between opening my thighs nice and wide to give him full access, before trying to squeeze them shut to give myself any kind of friction.

Zendaya lifted her head to look directly in my eyes, her face was flushed and her eyes were lidded in pleasure.

She moaned loudly against my mouth, as she absorbed all of Tom’s pleasure whilst I couldn’t get a single drop.

“Please…” I was surprised as it left my lips.

I was begging for anything, I felt the wetness lubricating my lips in anticipation and I needed something, anything at all.

As if she knew my exact dilemma, even whilst on the brink of an Orgasm Zendaya quickly moved one of her legs between my own, being sure to keep her Ass arched upwards into Tom’s beautiful face.

With her forearms in a borderline plank on either side of my face, she filled my mouth with her glorious chest and at the same time pushed her knee against my craving Pussy.

She couldn’t hit my clit at the current angle, but I didn’t care in that moment I would take anything on offer, and in appreciation I opened my mouth wide around her left tit and sucked it in to my warm mouth.

The slurping stopped and was instead replaced by a hearty chuckle.

“Women supporting women…I like it.” He joked as he looked down at our desperate bodies.

“On the bed.” He demanded, as he smacked Zendaya’s Ass, pushing her knee against me again.

Zendaya hopped up quickly, still clad in just a pink thong quite obviously pulled to the side as both her Pussy lips were visible as she ran over into position.

I followed behind and sat next to her at the side of the bed, still in my now soaking underwear and awaiting further instruction.

Zendaya reached behind and removed my bra quickly leaving us both in just our throngs, whilst Tom sat on the arm of the couch across the room, still fully clothed, licking his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hand before quickly giving them a suck obviously enjoying everything Zendaya left on his gorgeous face.

“Tom is the best fuck I have ever had…” Zendaya turned to say as if she was sharing a secret with a friend at a sleepover, she seemed giddy and electric, a far cry from the dominant force that had pulled me in originally.

We both watched eagerly as Tom removed his shirt carefully, folding it slowly before moving on to his belt. I’m not sure if I breathed in that moment, Zendaya and I said nothing…did nothing…but stared and waited for instruction.

The boy who had originally bounded in like a golden retriever full of friendly excitement had faded in to the background. Another side of his personality, a slightly darker, sexually dominant and deliciously forceful one, had replaced him.

Although he exuded confidence all day, now it was practically dripping from his pores. He had us both sitting in the palm of his hand begging for attention….and he knew it.

“Both of you lay down on your back, knees up…” He advised as he continued his slow undress.

We both did as we were told and flopped backwards, pulling our feet up on the bed and spreading our knees wide as we went.

Tom appeared between my legs, looking down upon me with a smirk. I felt his pointer finger graze my slit as he scooped my throng out of the way. I let my eyes flutter shut, eager to feel his mouth on me for a duplicate tongue bath he had given to Zendaya.

But he didn’t sink to his knees.

Instead, without even so much as a single rub to my sensitive clit he pushed his thick penis inside my snug Pussy.

My breath caught in my throat at the shock entrance, and my eyes sprung open to find him looking down upon me, smiling. I couldn’t help but smile back, that infectious, cheeky grin somehow seeming disconnected to the feeling of his uncovered penis stretching the walls of my Pussy.

It was at that moment I was reminded he was a dancer, as his hips rocked back and forth with perfect rhythm, a small “ugh” sound accompanying every time his rounded head brushed against the inner most corner of my body.

Something about him withholding his attention before so abruptly letting me have every inch of him made me feel electric. I ran my hands up to my chest, massaging my tits and staring deeply at his beautiful, concentrating face. I loved watching his eyes flutter, or the way his Adams apple strained as he grunted, knowing it was my body that was making him feel so good.

As Tom fucked me with expert rhythm, a callused thumb rubbing my clit in soft circles and his deep brown eyes boring into my soul, I shot a glance over at Zendaya, still laying with her legs wide, eager and waiting yet completely unsatisfied.

“Good girl Z, my beautiful patient girl….” Tom almost purred never once breaking our eye contact as he noticed me glancing at her.

Zendaya remained completely still, but her breathing seemed to hasten with his acknowledgment.

“She’s so tight baby…my cock is stretching her pretty little Pussy wide open…and she’s wet…do you hear that?”

He appeared to ask Zendaya as he ground even faster in to my eager core, the sound of my lubricated hole being fucked filing the air.

“Do you want to touch your pretty Pussy while you listen to me fuck her?” A furious nodding and weak moan came from my side.

“hmmm…. let’s ask our new friend…” Tom winked down at me, before asking with a smirk.

“Do you think we should let Zendaya touch herself while we have our fun, Morgy?” My heart leapt at him giving me a nickname.

I nodded, women supporting women, you know?

To my surprise, Zendaya didn’t immediately begin running her long fingers along her dripping slit…she instead took this moment of permission to run into the bathroom.

As if he knew exactly what she was up to, Tom quickly scooped me up against him and off the bed. He backed up until he was perched on the side of a hard-wooden desk, and placing my knees either side of him, I rode him slowly as his mouth finally grazed my puckered lips.

After a few minutes of lazy riding, and lustful, slow, delicious kisses, Tom stood up again and pulled me off him.

As if the disappointment was written all over my face, he smiled at me, grabbing my hands and kissed my bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, we will get you nice a full again…”

His perfect hands spun me around, to drink in the site of his perfect girlfriend laying on the bed before us, beautifully flushed and smiling longingly at us both. She was still completely naked except for one perfect accessory.

A foot-long pink double ended dildo buried within her meaty Pussy lips waiting for a partner.

Before I had time to act Tom had once again taken control, lifting me up so I was straddling Zendaya, who quickly reached down between us to guide the other end into my used Pussy.

I had never used anything like this before, but eagerly began wiggling my hips back and forth to create some friction for us both.

“Let me help you…” Tom said into my ear as pushed himself into my neck and pulled my ear lobe into his warm mouth.

I felt those beautiful fingers that had captured my attention all day, now completely lubed up, dip inside my tight asshole. My breath caught in my throat.

“That’s a good girl…. you’re so tight…but don’t worry I’ll get you nice and warmed up before I ram my cock in, I promise…”

As Tom whispered words of encouragement, Zendaya reached up to paw at my tits hovering above her head. She pulled me down on top of her, so my puffy nipples rested in her pouty mouth.

Tom finally decided I was ready, and I felt the perfectly mushroom-y head of his thick cock resting between my Ass cheeks whilst my sensitive Pussy was filled with a heavily ridged dildo. My clit was nestled right against Zendaya’s, and my nipples were being nipped and sucked by her perfect mouth.

With a slow, firm push, it was as if we were dancing in perfect unison.

Tom pounded long, hard continuous thrusts into my once virgin Ass setting off the orgasmic chain reaction, over and over again.

Every part of my body felt like it was humming with pleasure.

“How does that feel Morgy? Huh?”

Tom reached around and grasped my neck pulling me back up towards him and causing Zendaya to pout as my breasts got pulled away from her delicious mouth.

He held me by my throat, against him, that weaning dominance popping up again.

“If you don’t tell me….I guess you aren’t full enough….” I could feel the smirk dripping off his words as he let his hand crawl north of my throat and pushed two of his perfect fingers into my mouth.

I felt air tight.

My Pussy was fucking Zendaya, my asshole was full of Tom and my mouth sucking at his fingers with the slutty hunger of a woman possessed.