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Subject: {ASSM} Hired Harem 3 (celeb, mf)
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Date: Mon,  7 Feb 2005 19:10:04 -0500
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While this story borrows the name and physical appearance of a real
person, it is very much fiction. It does not describe events that has
in any form or shape taken place anywhere outside the writer's
imagination. 

This story can also be found on http://www.livejournal.com/users/auzy/

   My bed is huge. The interior decorator insisted on it, for some reason
   I never got him to explain. The bedroom itself is large, of course,
   with a couple of French doors leading out to a modest balcony. Well,
   modest for this house, anyway. You could still host a small dinner
   party on it without feeling crowded. The party would also have an
   amazing view of the distant mountains, weather permitting.
   Not being alone in the bed was not even noticeable unless I wanted it
   to be. If I didn't feel like having Tiffani up close and personal, I'd
   just tell her to move a yard or two away. Usually, I'd want her at a
   little distance when I went to sleep and very much closer shortly after
   waking up. Most days, I'd just tell her to come closer and start
   sucking my morning hard-on.
   But this day she was, unusually, still asleep when I woke up. Not only
   that, she also seemed to be having a rather steamy dream. She was
   sweating and her face was flushed in a way that I'd become quite
   familiar with over the past few weeks. She was squirming fetchingly,
   and her nipples were standing firm.
   She looked very, very attractive.
   I wondered how intimately I could fondle her before she woke up.
   Reaching out, I gently stroked her nearest breast. The nipple was just
   as stiff as it looked, and when I played with it she moaned and moved a
   little to push it harder against my hand. Well all right then, I
   thought, and fondled her more roughly. While lying on my side next to
   her I could only really use one arm, which was unfortunate. Or possibly
   good, since otherwise I might have bothered her enough to wake her up.
   As it was, my sporadic touching of first one breast, then the other and
   then back to the first again seemed to fit in well with whatever it was
   she was dreaming, and the main reaction was to make her groans louder
   and her movements more frantic.
   No waking up.
   I moved my hand down her luscious body, through the triangle of black
   hair at the bottom of her torso and in between her legs. Legs which she
   spread for me as I touched her thighs, so I could easily reach between
   them. Which was almost too convenient, but when I looked at her face
   she sure still looked like she was sleeping. Also, I couldn't see why
   she would fake it. She usually took some pleasure in treating our
   relationship as much as possible like the business deal it was. Playing
   like this would be entirely out of character.
   I moved my hand further in between her legs, and found her wetter than
   I'd ever felt her before. Whatever she was dreaming, it turned her on
   more strongly than I did. Which was no surprise. I slid my finger down
   her well-lubricated slit, slowly and not too firmly. When I reached her
   opening I paused, waiting to see if that would wake her.
   It didn't.
   She was moving quite a bit now, tossing her head from side to side and
   pushing her pelvis against my hand. I'd planned to play with her for a
   while longer, to rub her pussy until she was on the verge of orgasm
   before I did anything else. But looking at her there, tanned and
   beautiful with her breasts jiggling and hips jerking was just too much.
   Carefully, I moved her legs further apart to make room for myself
   between them. I carefully put the head of my penis at the entrance to
   her vagina, and after a brief hesitation to see if she'd react any
   different to that than to my finger, I slowly slid inside her.
   I don't know how many times I'd fucked her in the weeks I'd had her,
   but entering her pussy still felt like heaven to me. It wasn't just the
   physical feeling, although that was extremely good. It was also the
   sheer beauty of her body under me, and the knowledge of her fame and,
   which may sound a little nasty, the knowledge that she didn't really
   want to be here. Doing it like this, with her sleeping and unable to
   consciously consent, made it even more exciting. I couldn't control
   myself. I started pounding into her as hard and as fast as I could.
   That woke her up.
   Her eyes flew open, and for a split second she didn't seem to
   understand what was going on. Then, for another brief moment, she tried
   to move away. I held on to her and kept fucking.
   She relaxed, let her head fall back and lay still, looking much less
   than pleased. But no matter what her mind was thinking, her body was
   still in the middle of having sex, and it wanted to go on. As I kept
   moving in and out of her, she slowly started responding again. Or, I
   guess, failed to keep supressing the responses that had been there all
   along. In just a few moments, she was panting and moving against me
   again, rapidly heading for orgasm. I heaved myself up on one hand,
   reached down to our joined crotches and put my thumb on her clit,
   moving it slightly back and forth as I kept fucking.
   She went nuts.
   Suddenly, without any warning, she was jerking and screaming under me,
   twitching and convulsing as if she was having a fit. I could feel her
   vaginal muscles grabbing on to my cock as if they wanted to keep it in.
   Her back and legs arched, actually lifting us both off the bed. Her
   hands clutched at the sheets, breaking at least one nail in the
   process.
   I looked on in amazement, just holding on until she went limp and fell
   back down on the mattress. Then I started pumping again, keeping at it
   accompanied by whimpers and gasps from Tiffani until I too came, far
   less dramatically than she had.

   "Well, that was a hell of a way to wake up," she said after we'd rolled
   apart and just lay next to each other.
   "Could've been worse," I said. "Could've been a bucket of ice water."
   "I guess," she said. We lay there in silence for a while, listening to
   the sounds of birds singing outside.
   "Do you think you want me any more right now?" she said eventually.
   "Because if you don't I'd like some breakfast."
   "No, that's fine," I said. "You go eat. You're going to the gym later
   too, aren't you?"
   Much as I wanted to keep her with me all the time, just in case of
   sudden horniness, I also really wanted her to keep that wonderful body
   I was paying for.
   "Yeah," she said as she got out of the bed. I watched her naked
   backside walk out the door, and then I returned to sleep.
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