davesmistress
09-30-2008, 08:46 PM
This is the first in a series of short stories speculating that Cindy Crawford has opened a bordello in Hollywood staffed entirely by celebrities. It's completely unrealistic and proud of it. You know the usual warnings by now, and let me add that this was written while Miss Crawford and Laetitia Casta were both pregnant for real (both are now mothers of daughters).
NOTE: I freely admit to swiping the "end one story with the beginning of another" trick from "Alias," but they pinched it from "Quantum Leap," which in turn got it from "The Time Tunnel," and so on, and so on, and so on...
* * * * * * * * * *
1991.
Cindy Crawford strolled down the driveway of a house late that night, unhurried even though she wasn't supposed to have been there.
She turned her head before getting to her car, looking up towards a first floor window, a happy expression on her face.
The window was by a bed, where a heavily pregnant Stephanie Seymour lay sleeping. Her partner had been held up with business, but the very big smile the sleeping model had on her face hadn't been caused by her own hands.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ten years later.
Friday night, the beginning of the weekend, was always the hottest night at Cindy Inc. Cindy was usually well in her element as the host, but as she was well into her eighth trimester she had had to cut back on her hosting duties. And sex was pretty much out of the question until her second child was born.
As the customers lived it up below, Cindy was at least relieved that the child would be her husband's and not one of the clients' (though several of her ladies were mothers, none as yet had been fathered by customers. Not that she'd fire any of them if such were the case). But she hoped that there wouldn't be any more overlapping - Laetitia was going to be showing soon...
"Oh, there you are!"
Speak of the angel (Laetitia Casta was no devil). Cindy sat up as one of her most profitable employees entered (she was thinking of making her a partner in the firm). "How's it going, clubmate?" Cindy asked.
"Clubmate?" asked Laetitia.
"You know; they say when a woman's pregnant model she's in the club..."
"Oh. Okay, forgive me - I still have a little problem with these English sayings."
"Don't worry... so, when were you planning to take the time off?"
"You were here until just days before," Laetitia answered. "You set a good example."
Cindy laughed the compliment off. "It's not 'Do as I say, not as I do' around here; if you want to go, go... besides, I think a few of them would be put off by this." She pointed to her bulge.
"Actually, I was with Elle having lunch yesterday," Laetitia replied, "and she told me that some of the men found your pregnancy very arousing."
"It must have been the chest. Pregnancy always give you bigger breasts - they'll come in their pants when yours get bigger." Not that Laetitia's breasts weren't huge already
"Come on, Cindy - why not come down tonight? Has it put off your man?"
"Has it put off yours?" Cindy asked, starting to get over her fear, unaware that Laetitia's man was in fact a bit uneasy about fucking a pregnant woman. Even one as yummy as Laetitia Casta.
* * * * * * * * * *
If this had been "Family Feud" and 100 men had been asked "If you were in bed with Laetitia Casta, what would you do?" the survey would almost certainly not have mentioned "Absolutely nothing." And yet, that was exactly what was happening with the curvy French model and her significant other; he was snoring away, and she was wide awake and feeling as horny as ever.
Voluptuous and eager, it would have taken a lot to put her man off touching her. Unfortunately, she DID have a lot - and more every day. She was happy to be carrying her first child, but that didn't mean she had to put off her normal urges while she did so. Not that he believed that...
She had often turned to self-abuse over the past few weeks, but that wasn't helping any longer. Not even when she used some of her instruments. She needed another person to give her pleasure. Laetitia knew that in time he would put his cock inside her again, but in the meantime unless she convinced him that he couldn't impregnate her while she already had a baby impending (and she hadn't), she was stuck.
* * * * *
As Cindy felt her customer for the evening kissing her distending stomach and rubbing it rapidly, her fears were gone. Laetitia had been right - with child or without, it made no difference. She was as big as a house, and had joy to match.
She was pretty glad that orgasms couldn't induce birthing, especially the way he was going down on her. "You and some of the other mummies should get together some time," the man mumbled into her jungle.
A lightbulb went off in Cindy's head, and she made a note to give the man a 50% discount.
* * * * * * * * *
"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, "welcome to the Moulin R - er, I mean the first meeting of the Model Mummy Club."
The meeting was the main area of Cindy, Inc; the board members, with five exceptions, were all of the evening's customers. "This evening, for one night only... well, until one of their men feels the need to get it out again," Rebecca laughed, "four of our own, mums all, will give each other some help for all of you to enjoy, with musical accompaniment from tonight's house guest, Mya! We'd have had the other ladies from that version of 'Lady Marmalade,' but Anna Nicole Smith signed up the others thank you so much for leaving us Pink, but we still got the best one..." (pause for applause)
"Ladies and gentlemen, Laetitia Casta..." Out flounced a radiant and very pregnant lingerie-clad Laetitia, accompanied by
"...Stephanie Seymour..."
Stephanie curtseyed and joined Laetitia on her side.
"...Elle Macpherson..."
Elle strutted out from the audience to take the stage.
"...and the big boss, CINDY CRAWFORD!!!"
The even more pregnant Cindy relaxed opposite Elle, as the audience paid rapt attention.
"It's like this, folks," Cindy said casually, or as casually as she could with Elle Macpherson delicately fondling her. "When Elle here was with her son she was a bit lonely towards the big day... oh yeah, that's great... so I paid her a visit one day and ...oooOOOHHH BABY... helped her feel a lot better."
Elle was currently returning the favour, stroking Cindy's moist and silken pussy, while Stephanie gave Laetitia the treatment.
"I found out that Stephanie had received the same treatment from Cindy when SHE was pregnant. It seems that these model mothers always stick together..." and she just lay back and relished Stephanie's hands roaming her thighs and opening. Seeing Laetitia's enormous breasts and swollen, milk-engorged nipples, Stephanie was tempted to give them a little kiss.
"Don't be shy, Steph," Rebecca encouraged over the music. "We're all friends here!"
"All right, but no farther," Laetitia whispered as the older woman bent towards her soft bosom. "I am Cindy's alone."
Stephanie was too buried inside the mountains of the French model's chest to notice. As for Elle, as one hand slipped inside Cindy and the other stroked her stomach, she was getting long-overdue payback for Cindy's delicate handwork.
Cindy was loving feeling Elle pushing up inside her while The Body moved her other hand onto her chest. "Go on, Elle," Cindy urged, taking her head and bringing her down, "have a sneak preview."
"A what?" Miss Macpherson asked, puzzled. Then she noticed Stephanie licking Laetitia's nipples like a thirsty cat.
"Oh... okay, I'll try anything once."
"So we've heard," chuckled Rebecca, getting a little hot herself.
Both models ignored her as Cindy offered Elle one heavy breast. Cindy's nipples were ready with all the milky goodness a mother could provide; Elle didn't hesitate before wrapping her lips around the enlarged button and sucking. Cindy instantly started to work on the breast, feeling the fellow mother's passion and enthusiasm.
Elle began to feel Cindy's milk seep out into her mouth almost at once. Whatever she ate, it was doing her good... breast was indeed best. No wonder her son always looked so happy; Elle wished for a second she could lop 36 years and 11 months off her age so she could have Cindy's breast milk on tap. She lapped her tongue over the hard freckles of Cindy's right nipple.
"Leave some for the baby," Cindy told her, and transferred Elle to her left breast. She tossed Laetitia a glance - and was startled to see that she was entertaining Stephanie AND Rebecca. Stephanie was happily kissing her mammoth breasts and suckling away as if it was her first time, while Rebecca ran her fingers through La Casta's silken snatch, working the warm soft pussy. Laetitia's lips were just as swollen as her chest, and just as tasty.
"Laetitia Marie Laure Casta, I'm SHOCKED!" she said good-naturedly. "And Becky - you aren't a mother yet."
"No, but when I tell John tonight I might just be on the way," Rebecca pointed out, reaching out her other hand. "Room for another one there, Elle?"
Elle, unwilling to stop Cindy's nursing, nodded, and Cindy let herself be finger-fucked by one veteran mother and a potential new one. This was going to be a great night, for sure.
Rebecca was already enjoying herself. Wanking Cindy on one side and Laetitia on another, and with Elle cupping her lovely little seat to boot, she could hardly wait to go over all of this to John that night. Just as long as this didn't take too little time - he was always a bit too quick in bed. But these beauties... oh yeah, they were always ready to take as long as they needed to get it right.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Wow," Jules Asner said to Cindy a few weeks later on her chat show (Jules's, not Cindy's), "here you are, the head of the world's first celebrity bordello that's become the place to be for everyone visiting Hollywood! It's like you've gotten everyone signed up..."
"Thanks, but not yet," Cindy smiled back. "A lot of them said no, but we've got a lot of women on our books. In fact, I'm going to sign up the newest one tonight. Wanna come?"
Jules thought about it for about half a second before nodding...
NOTE: I freely admit to swiping the "end one story with the beginning of another" trick from "Alias," but they pinched it from "Quantum Leap," which in turn got it from "The Time Tunnel," and so on, and so on, and so on...
* * * * * * * * * *
1991.
Cindy Crawford strolled down the driveway of a house late that night, unhurried even though she wasn't supposed to have been there.
She turned her head before getting to her car, looking up towards a first floor window, a happy expression on her face.
The window was by a bed, where a heavily pregnant Stephanie Seymour lay sleeping. Her partner had been held up with business, but the very big smile the sleeping model had on her face hadn't been caused by her own hands.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ten years later.
Friday night, the beginning of the weekend, was always the hottest night at Cindy Inc. Cindy was usually well in her element as the host, but as she was well into her eighth trimester she had had to cut back on her hosting duties. And sex was pretty much out of the question until her second child was born.
As the customers lived it up below, Cindy was at least relieved that the child would be her husband's and not one of the clients' (though several of her ladies were mothers, none as yet had been fathered by customers. Not that she'd fire any of them if such were the case). But she hoped that there wouldn't be any more overlapping - Laetitia was going to be showing soon...
"Oh, there you are!"
Speak of the angel (Laetitia Casta was no devil). Cindy sat up as one of her most profitable employees entered (she was thinking of making her a partner in the firm). "How's it going, clubmate?" Cindy asked.
"Clubmate?" asked Laetitia.
"You know; they say when a woman's pregnant model she's in the club..."
"Oh. Okay, forgive me - I still have a little problem with these English sayings."
"Don't worry... so, when were you planning to take the time off?"
"You were here until just days before," Laetitia answered. "You set a good example."
Cindy laughed the compliment off. "It's not 'Do as I say, not as I do' around here; if you want to go, go... besides, I think a few of them would be put off by this." She pointed to her bulge.
"Actually, I was with Elle having lunch yesterday," Laetitia replied, "and she told me that some of the men found your pregnancy very arousing."
"It must have been the chest. Pregnancy always give you bigger breasts - they'll come in their pants when yours get bigger." Not that Laetitia's breasts weren't huge already
"Come on, Cindy - why not come down tonight? Has it put off your man?"
"Has it put off yours?" Cindy asked, starting to get over her fear, unaware that Laetitia's man was in fact a bit uneasy about fucking a pregnant woman. Even one as yummy as Laetitia Casta.
* * * * * * * * * *
If this had been "Family Feud" and 100 men had been asked "If you were in bed with Laetitia Casta, what would you do?" the survey would almost certainly not have mentioned "Absolutely nothing." And yet, that was exactly what was happening with the curvy French model and her significant other; he was snoring away, and she was wide awake and feeling as horny as ever.
Voluptuous and eager, it would have taken a lot to put her man off touching her. Unfortunately, she DID have a lot - and more every day. She was happy to be carrying her first child, but that didn't mean she had to put off her normal urges while she did so. Not that he believed that...
She had often turned to self-abuse over the past few weeks, but that wasn't helping any longer. Not even when she used some of her instruments. She needed another person to give her pleasure. Laetitia knew that in time he would put his cock inside her again, but in the meantime unless she convinced him that he couldn't impregnate her while she already had a baby impending (and she hadn't), she was stuck.
* * * * *
As Cindy felt her customer for the evening kissing her distending stomach and rubbing it rapidly, her fears were gone. Laetitia had been right - with child or without, it made no difference. She was as big as a house, and had joy to match.
She was pretty glad that orgasms couldn't induce birthing, especially the way he was going down on her. "You and some of the other mummies should get together some time," the man mumbled into her jungle.
A lightbulb went off in Cindy's head, and she made a note to give the man a 50% discount.
* * * * * * * * *
"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Rebecca Romijn-Stamos, "welcome to the Moulin R - er, I mean the first meeting of the Model Mummy Club."
The meeting was the main area of Cindy, Inc; the board members, with five exceptions, were all of the evening's customers. "This evening, for one night only... well, until one of their men feels the need to get it out again," Rebecca laughed, "four of our own, mums all, will give each other some help for all of you to enjoy, with musical accompaniment from tonight's house guest, Mya! We'd have had the other ladies from that version of 'Lady Marmalade,' but Anna Nicole Smith signed up the others thank you so much for leaving us Pink, but we still got the best one..." (pause for applause)
"Ladies and gentlemen, Laetitia Casta..." Out flounced a radiant and very pregnant lingerie-clad Laetitia, accompanied by
"...Stephanie Seymour..."
Stephanie curtseyed and joined Laetitia on her side.
"...Elle Macpherson..."
Elle strutted out from the audience to take the stage.
"...and the big boss, CINDY CRAWFORD!!!"
The even more pregnant Cindy relaxed opposite Elle, as the audience paid rapt attention.
"It's like this, folks," Cindy said casually, or as casually as she could with Elle Macpherson delicately fondling her. "When Elle here was with her son she was a bit lonely towards the big day... oh yeah, that's great... so I paid her a visit one day and ...oooOOOHHH BABY... helped her feel a lot better."
Elle was currently returning the favour, stroking Cindy's moist and silken pussy, while Stephanie gave Laetitia the treatment.
"I found out that Stephanie had received the same treatment from Cindy when SHE was pregnant. It seems that these model mothers always stick together..." and she just lay back and relished Stephanie's hands roaming her thighs and opening. Seeing Laetitia's enormous breasts and swollen, milk-engorged nipples, Stephanie was tempted to give them a little kiss.
"Don't be shy, Steph," Rebecca encouraged over the music. "We're all friends here!"
"All right, but no farther," Laetitia whispered as the older woman bent towards her soft bosom. "I am Cindy's alone."
Stephanie was too buried inside the mountains of the French model's chest to notice. As for Elle, as one hand slipped inside Cindy and the other stroked her stomach, she was getting long-overdue payback for Cindy's delicate handwork.
Cindy was loving feeling Elle pushing up inside her while The Body moved her other hand onto her chest. "Go on, Elle," Cindy urged, taking her head and bringing her down, "have a sneak preview."
"A what?" Miss Macpherson asked, puzzled. Then she noticed Stephanie licking Laetitia's nipples like a thirsty cat.
"Oh... okay, I'll try anything once."
"So we've heard," chuckled Rebecca, getting a little hot herself.
Both models ignored her as Cindy offered Elle one heavy breast. Cindy's nipples were ready with all the milky goodness a mother could provide; Elle didn't hesitate before wrapping her lips around the enlarged button and sucking. Cindy instantly started to work on the breast, feeling the fellow mother's passion and enthusiasm.
Elle began to feel Cindy's milk seep out into her mouth almost at once. Whatever she ate, it was doing her good... breast was indeed best. No wonder her son always looked so happy; Elle wished for a second she could lop 36 years and 11 months off her age so she could have Cindy's breast milk on tap. She lapped her tongue over the hard freckles of Cindy's right nipple.
"Leave some for the baby," Cindy told her, and transferred Elle to her left breast. She tossed Laetitia a glance - and was startled to see that she was entertaining Stephanie AND Rebecca. Stephanie was happily kissing her mammoth breasts and suckling away as if it was her first time, while Rebecca ran her fingers through La Casta's silken snatch, working the warm soft pussy. Laetitia's lips were just as swollen as her chest, and just as tasty.
"Laetitia Marie Laure Casta, I'm SHOCKED!" she said good-naturedly. "And Becky - you aren't a mother yet."
"No, but when I tell John tonight I might just be on the way," Rebecca pointed out, reaching out her other hand. "Room for another one there, Elle?"
Elle, unwilling to stop Cindy's nursing, nodded, and Cindy let herself be finger-fucked by one veteran mother and a potential new one. This was going to be a great night, for sure.
Rebecca was already enjoying herself. Wanking Cindy on one side and Laetitia on another, and with Elle cupping her lovely little seat to boot, she could hardly wait to go over all of this to John that night. Just as long as this didn't take too little time - he was always a bit too quick in bed. But these beauties... oh yeah, they were always ready to take as long as they needed to get it right.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Wow," Jules Asner said to Cindy a few weeks later on her chat show (Jules's, not Cindy's), "here you are, the head of the world's first celebrity bordello that's become the place to be for everyone visiting Hollywood! It's like you've gotten everyone signed up..."
"Thanks, but not yet," Cindy smiled back. "A lot of them said no, but we've got a lot of women on our books. In fact, I'm going to sign up the newest one tonight. Wanna come?"
Jules thought about it for about half a second before nodding...