Adversity and Serendipity

But she was quite the trailblazer and did things her own way and, when she got her own way, it inevitably involved pleasures of the flesh. Her hand was now moving up and along Tom's shaft, surveying every silky detail, every vein and every inch of his cock. It filled her closed palm perfectly, her grip being a perfect match for the perfection it beheld, and her hand grew increasingly warmer the longer it was wrapped around and stroking it, warmer even than the water in the bath had been.

It was indeed warm, but it wasn't wet like it had been in the bath, something which would help her with the very enjoyable task at hand. But water wasn't a good lubricant at all, so, Scarlett spit into the palm of her hand and then placed it back around Tom's cock and worked her saliva all over it. Seeing his cock not only hard but also wet caused her body to get naturally wetter and produce an altogether more salacious lubricant elsewhere on, or rather, in, her body, and Scarlett could feel that place craving attention, as it so often did.

Scarlett moved her face closer to what she was stroking, and now Tom could not only feel her touch upon his cock, but also her breath. The head of his cock was staggeringly close to her mouth and his co-worker picked up the scent of his sexual aroma through her flared nostrils, and her brainwaves whizzed around in her head as the dopamine was flowing strongly. Her lips were dangerously close to touching the bulbous head of Tom's cock, and if living dangerously meant that she got this close - and hopefully closer yet - to cock then she didn't want to live safely.

She fell forward slightly, and her lip touched his cock momentarily, then she closed her eyes, breathing heavily, losing herself to her lust and her sexual being, her lips encountering his most sexual of parts, just like she had long fantasised about. Then, as if on auto-pilot, she moved her head forward again, but this time with purpose, and with her mouth slightly agape she took the head of Tom's cock between her lips, kissing it, and then widened her mouth and slowly took it farther between her lips and into the space beyond as she enveloped the whole head.

If being unable to help oneself was ever to be communicated through action, then this was surely it. Scarlett simply could not help herself. Tom's cock travelled farther into her mouth, and soon she had not only the head of his cock, but a considerable amount of his shaft in her mouth too, and Scarlett controlled Tom's cock like a conductor does their baton, the cumslut conducting the orchestra of her own sexual gratification. The head of his cock tested her gag reflex as she sought to enlist the use of her throat, and the sounds of pleasure emanating from her vocal cords passed by the invading phallus and reached their ears.

Coming back up for breath, a string of saliva bridged the gap between cock and mouth, and Scarlett used her hand to continue pleasuring her co-worker and rubbed the excess saliva all over his cock. Words were going unspoken, the pair communicating through their eyes and by means of their actions. Tom placed a hand on the back of Scarlett's head and took a handful of her luxurious, red hair in his grip as he helped guide Scarlett back and forth along his cock and guide it deeper down her throat.

She didn't need any help, but being handled by a man in this manner and by a man such as Tom whom she had the most lustful crush on caused her pussy to quiver between her legs and sent a shiver down her spine. That which was quivering could no longer bear to not have attention lavished upon it, so Scarlett used her spare hand to try and sate her hungry pussy by rubbing and fingering it, and Tom could clearly hear just how wet she was as she played with herself, her audible arousal serving only to arouse Tom further.

"I'm so wet..." were Scarlett's first words since taking Tom's cock in her mouth, "I'm so very, very wet..." Tom knew this by virtue of his keen sense of hearing, though even those without a keen sense of hearing would be able to hear just how wet Scarlett was. Still, it thrilled him to hear her say it out loud, and Scarlett's tempo appeared to increase as she both sucked Tom's cock faster with a helping hand from Tom himself and played with her pussy with increasing intensity. Her teammate couldn't help but thrust his hips back and forth in sync with the motion of Scarlett's head, and he stood there almost fucking her throat.

Though truth be told, he didn't only want to fuck her throat, he wanted to fuck Scarlett herself, and both he and she knew what that meant. Indeed, the woman he wanted to fuck wanted to be fucked by him, and she neither wanted only her throat to be fucked - what she was busy playing with between her legs was all the proof that one needed. So, as much as neither of them wanted to stop what they were doing, there were countless things they wanted to and had yet to experience and share.

Suddenly, with her hair still in his grasp in one hand and using his other to grip her arm, Tom pulled Scarlett upright and then locked lips with her. Scarlett was forced backwards and up against the wall as the two made out passionately, Scarlett haphazardly using her hands to undress Tom from his pyjama top, breaking the seal between their lips momentarily before they clashed a second time. Their hands explored each other's naked bodies frantically, groping every part they could, Tom caressing her arse as he got his hands between her backside and the wall, pulling her closer toward him.

They were making quite the ruckus, though the concern Scarlett had while in the bath about trying to be quiet had long gone out the window. Their breathing was heavy and uncontrolled, their minds were racing, and the hotel room was getting steamy and no thanks to a running bath. In the spur of the moment, Tom swept Scarlett off her feet as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around him, her back still pressed against the wall as they made out. She was hovering just above his hard cock, and if his strength failed him then Scarlett's pussy would meet it sooner than it otherwise might.

But his strength did not fail him, and he pulled his co-worker away from the wall and held her up with his arms, carrying her over to the bed. They hadn't planned on sharing a bed this morning, then events transpired that led them to resign themselves to that fact, and now further events were about to lead to them sharing it in a different way entirely. Tom carefully dropped Scarlett onto the edge of the bed, and she landed on her arse then fell onto her back, then Tom placed his hands on the inside of either of her legs and pushed them apart.

He saw, for the first time, Scarlett's pussy in all its pink, wet, beautiful glory as she lay before him completely exposed, and then he got onto his knees on the floor. Tom held her strong legs open with his stronger arms, pushing them wider open, and Scarlett looked down her body and between her legs to see his head making its way between them. She let out a high-pitched moan, her pussy quivering knowing what was about to happen. "Oh my God..." she sighed, anticipation building exponentially, and after another moment Tom's head was placed perfectly between her thighs.

Tom looked at the puffy, sodden wonder before him, admiring every particular of Scarlett's pussy which was particularly beautiful. Though he hadn't assumed this position to merely admire it with his eyes, so, like Scarlett wordlessly took her mouth to his cock, he returned the favour without saying a word. Scarlett twitched as the lips she had had on her lips a minute or so ago were now blessing her other pair of lips, and she felt his tongue upon her just like she had taken her tongue to him.

Now it was Tom's turn to taste and savour the flavour of his colleague, of - at this moment - his lover, and with his face buried in Scarlett's delicacies, he used his mouth and his tongue to pleasure her in a way that her fingers simply couldn't. Even his fingers pleasured her in a way that hers could not, as having someone else's fingers both on and inside you was always a more evocative, fervid and carnal experience. Tom looked up to gauge her reactions, keen to do exactly what worked for her, and judging by the look in her eye it would appear as though he was doing just that.

He pushed her legs farther down and farther apart, making her muscles stretch and burn as he wanted complete, unimpeded access to her, and it was a feeling that she fucking adored. With her legs widened, he used his fingers to spread her pretty, swollen lips apart, and he explored the pink, wet space and eager hole between them with his tongue. Tom was going to get right back to paying attention to her bulging clit, however, he wanted a taste of Scarlett and wanted it direct from the source.

"You taste heavenly..." he spoke from experience, though Scarlett knew this all too well, and his approval caused her to tremble. With his tongue still embellished with her cum, Tom turned his attention back to her most sensitive part, rolling his tongue around it, back and forth over it, and planting his lips around it to suckle on it, all in the ways that Scarlett wanted him to, still guiding him along with her sensual reactions. She began to grind her pussy against her colleague's handsome face, against his mouth, basking in the sheer glory of getting ravished by Tom's mouth, hoping that he would yet ravish her with something else.

Ravishing Scarlett with something other than his mouth was at the forefront of his mind, as happy as he would have been to spend all night long eating her delicious, beautiful pussy, because the thing between her legs wasn't the only thing that was throbbing. His cock throbbed yearningly, almost uncomfortably, such was his desire to put it where his mouth and tongue were and have it satisfied, and it was a feeling that he couldn't ignore any longer. Tom had to prize himself away from between Scarlett's lovely legs, but what they were about to do was even better than what they had been doing.

Tom got off his knees and stood up, his cock pointing menacingly at the prone Scarlett, and he grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him. He towered over her as she lay on the bed submissively, impatiently waiting for the inevitable, and they looked into each other's eyes, their hearts pounding in their chests long having fantasised about this exact eventuality, Scarlett's body shuddering at the thought of the impending invasion. With that, Scarlett's overseer took his cock into his hand and guided it where they both so desperately wanted it to go.

He plunged his cock all the way inside Scarlett's pussy, balls deep, in one motion. Her pussy was so aroused that it stretched to accommodate his girth greedily and it was so wet that it made sliding in as far as it was possible to slide easy. She was so embarrassingly wet, but she could not help how he made her feel. "Fuuuuuck..." she groaned as her pussy stretched around and was filled by Tom's cock, finally. He groaned in unison, his already warm and wet cock immediately getting multiple times warmer and wetter inside his gorgeous co-worker.

Tom put himself in reverse, backed out and then back into gear again, putting his length back where it was meant to be, then did it again, and again. The inexpensive hotel bed rocked back and forth, built primarily for fleeting, overnight stays and as a place to rest one's weary head, rather than being built for two insatiably raucous fiends to fuck on. The wood creaked under the stress despite Scarlett being the only one on the bed, Tom standing beside it and almost fucking her through it, her pussy stretching wide open just like her legs were.

His rhythm was on point, years of listening and practising music benefiting him in unexpected ways, though the harmonies and tones that they were creating together were better than any music he had ever produced. "Fuck me, Tom, fuck me!" Scarlett begged, the more she got fucked leaving her only craving getting fucked more. It would be a miracle if the occupants of any of the neighbouring hotel rooms couldn't hear them, and they could but merely hope that nobody knew who the two very loud occupants of this room were, even if Scarlett had just screamed Tom's name.

Tom took his hands away from Scarlett's legs who held them open herself like the slut that she was, then leant forward and planted his hands on either side of the woman he was fucking, bringing his body and his face closer to hers. Their lips met for a second time and Scarlett could taste herself on his lips and his tongue while he continued to fuck her, Tom using one of his hands to explore her breasts and her body, Scarlett using hers to claw at his back and reach down to explore his arse. They wanted each other, comprehensively, and that meant exploring every part of themselves.

Too long had they spent occupying the same office space, speaking to and only getting to know each other in a professional capacity while they secretly fancied the arse off each other. They both felt that asking one another out was too much of a risk to take in case it didn't go well, not least if they actually dated and it ended sourly. It would have made for a wholly uncomfortable working environment that neither of them would have wanted to work in, even though it was already uncomfortable given their unspoken affinity for each other.

It was a lot for them to process and take in, even though Scarlett was naturally taking in more than Tom, yet they found each other wanting to explore further. Tom paused his Scarlett fucking escapades and lifted his sweaty self off his sweaty companion, his cock vacating her pussy and now swathed in her cum, then he instructed her to turn over and get on all fours. She was well versed in such a position for it was one of her favourites, and she knew exactly what he had in mind. The good girl did everything that was asked of her and got onto her hands and knees and crawled into the centre of the bed, then Tom looked at her sprawled out for him.

Her head was resting on the counterpane, and her colleague hadn't yet seen her like this, hadn't seen her in this position, and he stood at the end of the bed and worshipped the sight. Scarlett's body was celestial, regal, empyrean; a work of art sculpted by Michelangelo himself, and Tom wanted to get his hands back onto her priceless sculpture. So, he climbed onto the bed with her and shuffled up behind her, and Scarlett awaited her reward for being so, so naughty, but also so, so good.

Tom didn't need to use his hand to guide his cock home this time as it found its way there like a magnet and slid inside even easier than it had before thanks to the thick coat of lubrication adorning it. Scarlett groaned even louder than before, this position having the added benefit of allowing for the deepest penetration, and Tom's cock did just that as her pussy gobbled up all of it and his balls pressed against her clit. He looked down, not only at her pussy lips hugging and gripping his cock tightly, but also at her arsehole - the last part of her he had not yet explored with either his hands or his eyes.

He planted his hands on her arse, caressed it and squeezed it with just the right amount of pressure, pulling her cheeks apart, and Scarlett writhed with pleasure, backing herself up onto his cock and indulging herself in everything that was on offer. Then his thrusting resumed in earnest, starting slowly but steadily increasing in tempo until the bed was rocking again and the frame was crashing against the wall. It was an almighty cacophony of sound, though the sound of the bed creaking and clattering against the wall was practically drowned out by the people causing it.

Tom ran a hand down Scarlett's back and moved it to her luscious, red mane, taking a handful of it in his clutches, and he pinned her down as he fucked her like it was going to be the one and only time they fucked. Scarlett made no effort to move, submitting herself to his will, enjoying the feeling of being controlled and the feeling of being fucked like she had never been fucked before. The solitary window in their small hotel room was steaming up, their bodies perspiring and their breathing hot and heavy, and the finish line was in sight and fast approaching.

Scarlett could feel her body beginning to tense involuntarily as it reacted to the fucking it was receiving and where that fucking was taking her. "Don't stop..." she murmured, almost under her breath, before repeating herself louder and with gusto, and this time she cried it out loud. "...Don't stop!" Tom maintained his tempo, the perfect tempo it would seem to get Scarlett where she had wanted to get to all fucking day long, and it was coincidentally an excellent tempo for the man himself as her pussy massaged and hugged both the head and shaft of his cock.

Tom's already warm cock began to feel warmer as a budding feeling he knew very well began to grow and spread into what he knew it would. He was aware that he wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer, not least given that he wanted to embrace the feeling he knew was coming, but he also wanted Scarlett to experience the same thing and he wouldn't be satisfied unless Scarlett was satisfied. Her co-worker did not need to have concerned himself with her satisfaction because, certainly at this point, it was a guarantee.

The headboard clashed against the wall several more times and the bed squeaked louder and louder, Scarlett's and Tom's blaring drowning out those sounds still, and suddenly their budding sensations rushed to the fore and roared through them, their orgasms converging as one. The unmistakable noise bellowed out of their hotel room and down the corridors, their thunderous orgasms shooting through them like a bolt of lightning and hotter and more electrifying than one still.

Tom's throbbing cock pulsated intensely as it pumped Scarlett's pussy full of the biggest load of cum he had ever had the pleasure of dispensing, and Scarlett's pussy spasmed, convulsed and contracted strongly around its welcome invader with a power that she had not felt before. She screamed and squeezed the counterpane as hard as she could, trying her best to not move, and he moaned, filling up her pussy with his warm, white cum and she covered his cock with her own, the two mixing to form a most obscene concoction, like the two people mixed to form one.

In time, Scarlett's dominator slowly ground to a halt like a freight train taking its time to come to a stop, his train having reached its destination and unloaded its cargo. It was an exhausting romp, and Tom had to summon the strength to reverse out of her despite not really wanting to do so. But he did summon said strength and reversed out of the spent Scarlett, and her pussy was left gaping and had turned into a slow-moving waterfall, if a waterfall was flowing with a liquid that was most certainly not water.

She collapsed onto the duvet, her strength waning and no longer unable to hold her up, Tom crashed down onto the pillow beside her, and silence befell the hotel. They caught their breath, not speaking to each other but lying with each other, naked, satisfied, and exhausted. A minute passed by, maybe longer, before Scarlett's companion broke the silence. "I almost fell asleep during Anthony's presentation," he said, making small talk about the conference, how it was, who spoke and how some of the talks were so dull and boring.

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh, knowing and sharing the feeling. "Oh gosh, I know!" she giggled, "I was already running on coffee, but I had to drink more just to stay awake!" They bonded over the days and days of conferencing, chuckling away about the pomp of it all. "All I wanted to do was go home and, well... you saw what I wanted to do..." she professed.