The following is a work of fiction, and all persons portrayed within are 18+.
Taylor Momsen: Tied UpStarring Taylor Momsen, guest appearance from Jenna Haze
(MF, MFF, cons, oral, toy, facial, voy, spank, cuff, bondage, sub)
by spunkgargleweewee
Being best friends with a pornstar can result in some interesting experiences. Taylor Momsen's close friendship with erotic actress Jenna Haze frequently created situations even the tabloids would be too bashful to print.
Jenna was particularly fond of making bets, often with debauched penalties for the loser. Most wagers had mild punishments, such as foregoing underwear for the day. When the duo were out clubbing, the common gamble was to guess which girl would be the first target for strangers' flirtations. The girls usually bet against themselves, and the 'loser' had to reward their admirer with a sordid back-alley hookup. Other bets had more extravagant punishments. Taylor lost more often than she won.
She didn't mind.
Today, she was still working through the consequences of her most recent loss.
Taylor lay on her stomach on silky white linens, slender legs splayed outward spread-eagle. Her arms were sharply pulled behind her back and cuffed together at the wrists. Soft nylon ropes snaked around her ankles pulled taut down to the mahogany feet of the bed. Every inch of her porcelain-white body was nude. She choked slightly on the crumpled thong in her mouth, which was soaked in a blend of drool and her own excitement. Her creamy asscheeks were marred by the bright pink silhouette of handprints.
The boxy room was small, barely fitting the ornate king-sized bed in the center of the floor. Fabric curtains hung in the corners of the room to soften the otherwise sterile white cube. The wall to Taylor's left featured a large panel of mirrored glass, undoubtedly a one-way window. On the wall to her right, a featureless door.
In front of Taylor, a wall-mounted TV played video. On the screen, Taylor of some months prior was in an equally compromised position. A middle-aged man lay atop the blonde girl, thrusting his hips against her ass while Taylor was locking lips with another woman lying beneath her. The sapphic partner was none other than Jenna herself. Taylor whimpered obscenities into her brunette friend's mouth as the man's grunts crescendoed and his body tensed up on top of Taylor's slim frame. Jenna raked fingers through Taylor's platinum locks and smiled tenderly.
Now, the nude girl's eyes were locked on the scandalous image being replayed before her. A bead of wetness dripped onto the bed from between her open thighs. Taylor glanced over at the mirror, knowing this session was being recorded just like the last time. Looking into the mirror, she winked at the unseen camera.
She could faintly hear noise coming from outside the room. The one-way glass muffled the sound, but Taylor recognized Jenna's moans. The adult star would never admit it, but Taylor knew Jenna always had stronger orgasms when Taylor was within her sight.
She tried to smirk but the panties stuffed between her lips made it difficult.
The door swung open.
A man, as stark nude as Taylor, strolled in carrying a large metal object. The captive blonde strained to watch as the man placed the object onto the bed behind her.
Taylor recognized the man from a previous encounter. Lucas was his name, she thought. He had striking green eyes. Lucas set up the metal contraption on the bed, trying to appear cool and dispassionate. Yet, Taylor could feel his gaze searing across her naked body. Always a tease, she fought her restraints to wiggle her ass before him. Lucas blushed, cleared his throat, and then turned to the mirror to give a thumbs up. Having completed his part in the erotic situation, he reluctantly began towards the door.
Jenna's voice rang out through an intercom. "Time for my favorite blonde to pay up!"
A mechanical whir sounded throughout the room, as the contraption on the bed sprung to life. The device, positioned between Taylor's spread legs, was little more than an electric piston connected to a steel rod. Affixed to the end of the rod was a hyper-realistic dildo, glistening in lubricant. The dildo began inching towards the junction between the rockstar's thighs.
"Dhhhbhhr hr nhhffhehn," Taylor said through her gag.
The rubber cock lost momentum, coming to a stop just as it reached the entrance of Taylor's sex.
"What was that?" Jenna asked. The TV which had been replaying previous sessions suddenly shut off, and silence filled the room.
Taylor's mumbling caught Lucas as he reached the door. Instinctively, he spun around and removed her gag with a noticeable enthusiasm. The wet scrap of cotton was pulled from Taylor's mouth, and a string of drool followed it.
"Double or nothing," Taylor repeated.
"Trying to get out of your punishment?" Jenna said, "What are you proposing?"
"Bet I can make Lucas here pop before you can get me off."
The young man's posture stiffened. Thank you God, he thought.
"Double or nothing, eh? Alright Taylor, you asked for it," Jenna said. "Lucas, you don't mind do you? The slut wants to suck you off."
A goofy grin stretched across the man's face. "Uh, no- no problem," he said to the mirror.
After a moment, Taylor gently spoke. "Dude? Over here please."
"Oh, right- sorry," he said as he took position in front of the bound blonde. In doing so, his firm erection slapped against her cheek.
The singer giggled, looking up at Lucas. "You into rough stuff?"
"Yeah. I mean, no. I mean-," Lucas took a moment to regain his composure. He met her eyes with a smile, but remained silent.
Jenna's voice rang out from the intercom once more. "Alright, boys and girls, let's get this bet going."
The mechanical whirring resumed and the toy effortlessly pushed inside the pink folds. The machine sunk six inches of veiny silicone into Taylor before retreating all but one inch and then pushing forth again. She groaned as the dildo probed her inner walls.
Lucas stared as the blonde's firm ass swayed with each thrust of the toy. His concentration was broken as his cockhead was enveloped by the wet heat of her mouth.
With her hands still cuffed behind her back, Taylor had to rely solely on her oral skills. She started by taking half his length past her lips, brushing the soft pad of her tongue along the tender underside of his shaft. She looked up to see Lucas's eyes closed, his mouth hanging half open. Pleased with herself, she returned to her task, bobbing her head on his hardness. The indecent sounds of squelching and slurping battled for dominance against the noise of the machine.
Though the dildo-capped contraption had begun at a leisurely speed, it was not long before it was driving into the rockstar at a brisk pace. When Taylor makes a bet, Jenna plays to win.
Taylor was putting forth her best effort as well. She rubbed her lips around the bulbous tip while her tongue targeted the sensitive frenulum. Copious amounts of her spit ran down his taut organ, his balls glistening as the run-off soaked in.
Fifteen minutes passed, and the x-rated bet still continued. The blonde's nether lips were rosy and swollen against the relentless thrusts of the machine. Her moans increased, though she directed the lewd vibrations down onto Lucas's shaft. She continued to work her tongue around him, but it was not going as she had expected.
Taylor furrowed her brow. No guy had ever lasted this long in her mouth, and a pang of insecurity crept into her mind. His cock still jutted forth, stiff as can be, but he wasn't loudly moaning or trembling. Lucas's hands nestled gently in her hair, his hips rigid as a statue. He made no thrusts, nor did he try to hold her down upon him.
"Is it... good?" She asked.
"It's fucking *great*," Lucas said with a contented sigh.
Still unsure, she redoubled her efforts, attempting to take him deeper than she'd ever tried before. Her eyes watered as his erection reached the ultra-tight entrance of her throat, but no reaction came from Lucas. Taylor knew she was running out of time. If Lucas wouldn't move, she'd have to do the deed herself. She began rapidly bobbing her head, effectively fucking her own mouth on him. Thick strands of her throat-spit dripped onto the floor below.
The loud, wet noises of her tonsils massaging Lucas's cock rang out in the room, but the roar of the contraption shortly overpowered it.
The machine accelerated to a blistering speed and the toy became a blur as it pounded into Taylor's sex. The rockstar slowed her throating to return to feverishly working her tongue on Lucas's cock, but to no avail. Her climax was approaching rapidly, while the young man seemed blissfully calm.
Taylor yielded, lifting her mouth off Lucas to instead bury her face in the bedsheets as spasms rippled across her body. Lustful moans turned to desperate yelps and shrieks. The uncaring machine continued driving deep inside her, only stuttering momentarily as her walls clenched tight around the faux cock. One orgasm rolled into another, and still the toy continued unabated.
Lucas remained standing before the singer, watching intently as her pale nude body struggled against the assault of the machine. The sight was breathtaking. Taylor's ass was raised into the air as much as her restraints allowed, her hips rocking frantically on the pistoning dildo.
Truth be told, Lucas had been closer to his own climax than he let on. It took all of his willpower to hang on while his cock had been buried in Taylor Momsen's mouth, and now he stroked himself as she orgasmed before him.
The motion of the toy finally began to slow and the rockstar's spasms subsided. The machine withdrew fully from between her trembling thighs, the dildo coated in her slick release. The sight of Taylor's cream sent Lucas over the edge. He wrapped a fist in her angelic blonde hair and lifted her tired head from the bedsheets.
Taylor was caught by surprise when the first sticky rope splashed across her cheek. "Fuck," she cursed. Lucas's cock pulsed another three shots of cum, one landing in her opened mouth while the other two caught her nose and forehead. Taylor looked up at Lucas with one eye, the other sealed shut by the load dripping onto it. Wordlessly, she extended her tongue to display a milky pool to Lucas before swallowing it with a breathy gulp.
"You can let go of my hair now," Taylor said.
Lucas's chest bellowed as he recovered from his orgasm. As his mind processed Taylor's words, he quickly released his white-knuckle grip on the girl's hair. "Sorry, that was just really intense," he said.
"No doubt," she said, smirking. "Surprised the hell out of me. Where did that come from?"
Before Lucas could respond, the door to the room opened and a nude, sweat-soaked Jenna Haze entered.
Jenna walked to the back of the bed, and plucked the dildo off the machine. The brunette brought the toy up to her mouth and hungrily lapped at the creamy coating. "Delicious as always," Jenna said.
The pornstar finished cleaning Taylor's girl-cum from the fake cock, then began towards Lucas. As she circled the bed, she trailed a hand along the blonde's leg, tracing the delicate curves. Jenna's fingertips skimmed the soft pale skin, up the slender calf, the toned thigh, reaching the supple mound of Taylor's milky-white ass. Jenna gave the flesh a powerful smack, restoring the faded pink handprints and eliciting a delightful yelp from Taylor.
Jenna arrived at the front of the bed, giving Lucas a flirtatious smile as her eyes moved up and down his body. Unsure how to react, Lucas grinned back at her. Jenna turned to face Taylor and knelt to meet her at eye level.
"Damn girl, your face is a mess," Jenna said, inspecting Lucas's work.
Taylor's best friend leaned forward and pressed her tongue to Taylor's cum-glazed cheek, scooping up the load. "You don't taste bad either, dude," Jenna said. The pornstar gently pressed her lips to Taylor's eyelid, sucking up the sticky deposit. Like a lioness washing her cub's face, she diligently licked until every spot of Taylor's facial was collected in Jenna's mouth.
Jenna pulled back slightly, smacking her lips and rolling the cum around in her mouth for Taylor to see. The captive blonde pushed her own lips and tongue out, silently begging for Jenna to share.
"Uh-uh Taylor, I won the bet so *I* get the reward."
Taylor struggled to suppress a pout as her friend gleefully swallowed the load.
Jenna stood beside Lucas, who was shamelessly leering at the two girls. "Time to go, loverboy," she said, much to his disappointment. "Don't worry, your fun's not over just yet. Come on," Jenna said with a wink, beckoning to the door.
The young man took a final, longing look at Taylor's restrained body before exiting the room. Jenna followed, before stopping at the door and turning back towards Taylor. "You wanted 'double or nothing' Taylor. While you were losing your bet, I made sure your punishment was ready to go. Only problem is, I'm terrible at math. Have fun," she said.
The nude rockstar, still handcuffed behind her back and with her legs tied spread-eagle to the bed, watched as Jenna disappeared through the doorway.
Taylor counted as burly men entered the room.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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