Hired Harem Pt. 3 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.