davesmistress
09-30-2008, 08:48 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford: model, actress, mother, and celebrity bordello owner. Usual disclaimers apply.
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Although Cindy enjoyed breaking in new recruits, she had to take some time off occasionally, especially since she was now a mother of two. Even if you're not a famous supermodel, that can cause problems.
Elana, her regular and favoured 'sitter, had a family emergency and couldn't come over that night to watch over Presley and Kaia. Cindy couldn't even take the kids to dinner with her and Rande on account of several restaurants saying "No way" to the concept of breast-feeding.
The only reason Cindy wasn't biting off her hands in rage was that Elana had fixed her up with a last-minute substitute called Stacy, and she'd assured Cindy the sub would be here at 7pm. True enough, the doorbell went off at exactly 7.
"Hi, Stacy!" Cindy beamed with relief as she answered it. "Now that's what I call..." but her voice tailed off.
"How'd you know my name?" HE asked cheerily.
"Uhhh... Elana told me to expect you," Cindy flustered. "She didn't tell me you'd be... um..."
"A guy?" Stacy finished as he entered. "I get that a lot, but I keep remembering Stacy Keach and Michael Michele."
"Michael Michele, Michael Michele," Cindy repeated to herself mentally as she gave the tall, well-made young man the once-over. "Wouldn't mind him looking after ME," she thought to herself very briefly.
"Okay," she said, all business-like, "let me give you the guided tour..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Stacy was in the front room, quietly reading. Although he had a body like an Adonis, he was less inclined to preen himself than others of his type. He'd seen Presley and Kaia safely to bed, hanging around up there until they were asleep. Now all he had to do was wait until Mrs. Crawford came home.
She was a nice woman. Very nice. A bit too old for him, but he wouldn't kick her out of bed because of that. If he had been a bad babysitter, he'd have tried a bit of business in her bedroom...
A little peek couldn't do any harm. And she wouldn't be back for an hour or so.
Forty-five minutes later, Stacy returned. He had smelt each and every single pair of underwear in Cindy's bedroom; a smart man, he had resisted the urge to masturbate on any of them. But the aroma of Cindy's privates - that he had filed away for later.
"Hello, Mrs. Crawford," he said amiably as Cindy came in.
"Oh please, call me Cindy. Any trouble?"
"No trouble at all... if I can come around again, it would be a pleasure."
"Maybe you should," Cindy laughed. "I've seen the way Rande looks at Elana."
"And yet he's married to you?" Stacy asked, genuinely shocked.
"He hasn't run off yet," Cindy pointed out. "Besides, there's no harm in looking."
"I wish some of my old girlfriends were that considerate," Stacy said as Cindy counted out his cash, and paused.
"You know, perhaps you and Elana could alternate... I'd up her wages to make up for it..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"This has to be my last week here, Cindy," Stacy said almost apologetically. He felt he couldn't hide this any longer.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "If it's money, just name your-"
"No, no, no. It's just... it's just that... well, you know you're a very beautiful woman."
"And you're a very handsome man."
"Well, thank you... it's just that I find it hard not to think about you in a certain way..."
Cindy was used to this kind of talk, but it still flattered her even after all these years. She had an idea of how this was going. "Stace, I'm going to go into the next room; wait five minutes."
She flowed off, wondering if she could bring herself to do what she was about to do (again), and if Stacy would manage to follow.
Five minutes on the dot, Stacy entered; Cindy was waiting for him, still dressed. She could see the surprise in his eyes, though he didn't actually say anything. "I'll let you do the honours," she told him.
Within moments, Stacy had removed Cindy's clothing, and was holding the veteran supermodel in his arms. This in itself would have been enough for him, but as she kissed him and felt her way into his jeans, he couldn't quite say so. Cindy had had plenty of experience with men older (and in a few cases younger) than him, so she soon had his cock stiff and ready.
Stacy was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as Cindy went on her knees in front of him. "You've never done this before, have you?" she asked the babysitter.
"Uh-uh," he managed to say.
"Well, don't worry; it won't hurt a bit," she assured him, and widened her ruby red lips to take in Stacy's length. But alas, the young man's virginity coupled with his realisation that he was about to be fellated by a legend caused him to lose all control - Cindy had a full-on closeup of the hole in Stacy's cocktip shooting out the sperm, flying onto her lips and cheeks.
Fortunately for his ego, Cindy didn't laugh; she merely smiled and licked it all off. "Don't worry, Stacy - you're not the first person it's ever happened to. Here," as she stood up and took his hand. "This should make you feel better." Cindy placed his hand on her beautiful unshaved pussy, causing him to shut his eyes in delight. Soft, silky brown hairs to roam through, and a warm, juicy area underneath... Cindy relaxed as Stacy stroked and probed her snatch, rubbing her tasty clit and gently pushing fingers inside. He couldn't resist using his other hand to cup her full, round buttocks.
"You liar," he said lightly. "You haven't got a pimply ass at all."
"Look who's talking," Cindy replied, stroking his own, and sighing as Stacy began to slide his other fingers up her ass. "I really don't want you to stop..." She took his cock in hand, rock-hard again, and began to play with it. The two continued their mutual masturbation, wishing they could go a bit further. But he wouldn't be able to come back (Cindy took his mind off his work).
"You know, if you come by Cindy Inc. you won't have to pay..." Cindy moaned, feeling the heat rising inside her as Stacy continued to work both entrances. If only one of them was his cock.
* * * * * * * * *
Cindy felt Stacy slide his spent prick out of her ass with mutual sighs of relief.
"Thank you, Cindy," he groaned, looking at the wonder that was the main lady of the house. "And I'm still paying."
Cindy's protests fell on deaf ears - taking care of THIS particular babe made it worth it.
* * * * * * * * * *
As Cindy Inc. bade another satisfied customer goodbye, the lady sat back and poured herself a little bracer. Although Cindy herself wasn't there every night, those nights she was there were always rough. Thank God she limited herself to certain hours. And thank God those hours were over.
BZZZZZZ. "Talk to me," said La Crawford on the speakerphone.
"We've got a problem down here, boss," said Rachel Stevens. "A big one."
"Yeah, moley," shouted another voice. "A BIG one."
Cindy recognised that voice. Gulping down that drink and thinking she could have used a few dozen more, she steeled herself to have a head-to-head with Jennifer Lopez.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Although Cindy enjoyed breaking in new recruits, she had to take some time off occasionally, especially since she was now a mother of two. Even if you're not a famous supermodel, that can cause problems.
Elana, her regular and favoured 'sitter, had a family emergency and couldn't come over that night to watch over Presley and Kaia. Cindy couldn't even take the kids to dinner with her and Rande on account of several restaurants saying "No way" to the concept of breast-feeding.
The only reason Cindy wasn't biting off her hands in rage was that Elana had fixed her up with a last-minute substitute called Stacy, and she'd assured Cindy the sub would be here at 7pm. True enough, the doorbell went off at exactly 7.
"Hi, Stacy!" Cindy beamed with relief as she answered it. "Now that's what I call..." but her voice tailed off.
"How'd you know my name?" HE asked cheerily.
"Uhhh... Elana told me to expect you," Cindy flustered. "She didn't tell me you'd be... um..."
"A guy?" Stacy finished as he entered. "I get that a lot, but I keep remembering Stacy Keach and Michael Michele."
"Michael Michele, Michael Michele," Cindy repeated to herself mentally as she gave the tall, well-made young man the once-over. "Wouldn't mind him looking after ME," she thought to herself very briefly.
"Okay," she said, all business-like, "let me give you the guided tour..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Stacy was in the front room, quietly reading. Although he had a body like an Adonis, he was less inclined to preen himself than others of his type. He'd seen Presley and Kaia safely to bed, hanging around up there until they were asleep. Now all he had to do was wait until Mrs. Crawford came home.
She was a nice woman. Very nice. A bit too old for him, but he wouldn't kick her out of bed because of that. If he had been a bad babysitter, he'd have tried a bit of business in her bedroom...
A little peek couldn't do any harm. And she wouldn't be back for an hour or so.
Forty-five minutes later, Stacy returned. He had smelt each and every single pair of underwear in Cindy's bedroom; a smart man, he had resisted the urge to masturbate on any of them. But the aroma of Cindy's privates - that he had filed away for later.
"Hello, Mrs. Crawford," he said amiably as Cindy came in.
"Oh please, call me Cindy. Any trouble?"
"No trouble at all... if I can come around again, it would be a pleasure."
"Maybe you should," Cindy laughed. "I've seen the way Rande looks at Elana."
"And yet he's married to you?" Stacy asked, genuinely shocked.
"He hasn't run off yet," Cindy pointed out. "Besides, there's no harm in looking."
"I wish some of my old girlfriends were that considerate," Stacy said as Cindy counted out his cash, and paused.
"You know, perhaps you and Elana could alternate... I'd up her wages to make up for it..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"This has to be my last week here, Cindy," Stacy said almost apologetically. He felt he couldn't hide this any longer.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "If it's money, just name your-"
"No, no, no. It's just... it's just that... well, you know you're a very beautiful woman."
"And you're a very handsome man."
"Well, thank you... it's just that I find it hard not to think about you in a certain way..."
Cindy was used to this kind of talk, but it still flattered her even after all these years. She had an idea of how this was going. "Stace, I'm going to go into the next room; wait five minutes."
She flowed off, wondering if she could bring herself to do what she was about to do (again), and if Stacy would manage to follow.
Five minutes on the dot, Stacy entered; Cindy was waiting for him, still dressed. She could see the surprise in his eyes, though he didn't actually say anything. "I'll let you do the honours," she told him.
Within moments, Stacy had removed Cindy's clothing, and was holding the veteran supermodel in his arms. This in itself would have been enough for him, but as she kissed him and felt her way into his jeans, he couldn't quite say so. Cindy had had plenty of experience with men older (and in a few cases younger) than him, so she soon had his cock stiff and ready.
Stacy was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as Cindy went on her knees in front of him. "You've never done this before, have you?" she asked the babysitter.
"Uh-uh," he managed to say.
"Well, don't worry; it won't hurt a bit," she assured him, and widened her ruby red lips to take in Stacy's length. But alas, the young man's virginity coupled with his realisation that he was about to be fellated by a legend caused him to lose all control - Cindy had a full-on closeup of the hole in Stacy's cocktip shooting out the sperm, flying onto her lips and cheeks.
Fortunately for his ego, Cindy didn't laugh; she merely smiled and licked it all off. "Don't worry, Stacy - you're not the first person it's ever happened to. Here," as she stood up and took his hand. "This should make you feel better." Cindy placed his hand on her beautiful unshaved pussy, causing him to shut his eyes in delight. Soft, silky brown hairs to roam through, and a warm, juicy area underneath... Cindy relaxed as Stacy stroked and probed her snatch, rubbing her tasty clit and gently pushing fingers inside. He couldn't resist using his other hand to cup her full, round buttocks.
"You liar," he said lightly. "You haven't got a pimply ass at all."
"Look who's talking," Cindy replied, stroking his own, and sighing as Stacy began to slide his other fingers up her ass. "I really don't want you to stop..." She took his cock in hand, rock-hard again, and began to play with it. The two continued their mutual masturbation, wishing they could go a bit further. But he wouldn't be able to come back (Cindy took his mind off his work).
"You know, if you come by Cindy Inc. you won't have to pay..." Cindy moaned, feeling the heat rising inside her as Stacy continued to work both entrances. If only one of them was his cock.
* * * * * * * * *
Cindy felt Stacy slide his spent prick out of her ass with mutual sighs of relief.
"Thank you, Cindy," he groaned, looking at the wonder that was the main lady of the house. "And I'm still paying."
Cindy's protests fell on deaf ears - taking care of THIS particular babe made it worth it.
* * * * * * * * * *
As Cindy Inc. bade another satisfied customer goodbye, the lady sat back and poured herself a little bracer. Although Cindy herself wasn't there every night, those nights she was there were always rough. Thank God she limited herself to certain hours. And thank God those hours were over.
BZZZZZZ. "Talk to me," said La Crawford on the speakerphone.
"We've got a problem down here, boss," said Rachel Stevens. "A big one."
"Yeah, moley," shouted another voice. "A BIG one."
Cindy recognised that voice. Gulping down that drink and thinking she could have used a few dozen more, she steeled herself to have a head-to-head with Jennifer Lopez.