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.
