Tales from the Record Store: Taylor Momsen

Tales from the Record Store: Taylor Momsen
By Deadshot
(MF, Oral, Anal)

All of the following is completely and totally fictional. not a single word of it happened.


My name is Paul Holmes, and most of the time, life isn't that great. Sure, it is far from horrid. At nineteen years old, I'm just starting out really, and I actually have a good job. I've been told I'm the youngest manager ever at this record store. I live on my own, and don't really want for anything.

That being said, things could be better in other areas. I get a lot of flack from the older people who work under me. It's not my fault I've been working here longer than them. I'm not really friendly with most of them, and with most of my old buddies from school having gone out of state for school, I don't really have much of a social life.

Then again, that's not a new problem. I've never had much of one. If I'm going to be honest, I have to admit, I'd never even had a girlfriend, much less gotten laid. Yeah, I know, pretty sad. It's something I kept guarded from most people, especially here. WIth the exception of the one nice guy here, Max, I'd have been torn apart by everyone. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

I don't want to make it sound like I'm a "Woe is me" type, far from it. I just wished things could be different sometimes. And on that day, things became very different.

One of the things about being an indy store is the clientele. At this place, we got some famous folk who were loyal customers. Being low key has it's advantages, and sometimes the celebrities would do us favors, like having exclusives signings or promotions. And on that day, that's exactly what was happening. Taylor Momsen, actress, rockstar and my own personal fantasy sex goddess, was going to be signing some CDs by her band, The Pretty Reckless, as well as copies of her recent FHM shoot with pornstar Jenna Haze(someone who's work I was very familiar with, to say the least.).

I had been put in charge by the owner of setting up the signing specifics. I think he thought he was doing me a favor, knowing the thing I had for the leggy blonde. It was actually the exact opposite. I had never been good around women, particularly ones I found attractive. I could only imagine the clusterfuck that would happen upon having to be around one I wanted to fuck the ever-loving Hell out of all day.

Still, it was my job, and I did it. Taylor was going to be there at around noon, and I had the table, CDs and magazines all set up for her. It seemed as soon as I was done, she walked through the door, low-key save for her clothing; a white t-shirt, barely covering up her black panties and garter belt, and her long legs covered in black stockings. A leather jacket completed the outfit.

"Nice to see you Paul," Taylor said, her tone very friendly. "Good to see you're running this."

"Thanks Taylor." I replied, hoping I didn't come off as nervous and jittery as I felt. "Everything is set up, magazines and CDs on the table. Also, there's a cooler full of water bottles set up behind there, in case you get thirsty."

"Very nice. Things should run pretty smooth." She brushed by me, her scent intoxicating, and walked to the table. Taylor picked up one the magazines and flipped through it. "Did you look at the photos?"

"Come again?" I asked, my voice cracking a bit.

"My spread. Did you look at the photoshoot?"

"Well, yes. Yes I did."

"What did you think?" she asked. "Don't hold back."

"It was the hottest thing I've ever seen," I blurted out. Taylor smiled.

"Honesty. I like that a lot." She took her seat behind the table. "Did you jerk off to it?"

"E-excuse me?" I stuttered.

"Did my pictures make your cock nice and hard so you had to stroke off and shoot your hot white cum all over the place?"

"I really don't know how to answer that."

"Honestly. I want to know. Tell me or I bail."

"Taylor, you can't be serious with this."

"Okay," she said. She began to get up. "I'll see you some other time."

"Yes!" I said before she could leave the table.

"Yes what?" she asked, a smile on her face.

I walked closer to her. "Yes, your picture made me hard and I jerked off to them more than a few times" I whispered. "Happy?"

"More than a few, huh?" she smiled. She sat back down. "Good to know the pictures did their job."

"What?"

"Just come back here. I want some company while I'm signing." I did as she asked, watching her not-so-subtle enjoyment at my discomfort. It was going to be a long day.

***************

The signing went off without a hitch. The turnout was great to the point where we had to restock the table a few times. Taylor was great as well, showing a lot of gratitude to the people who came out, taking pictures and signing things. The interaction really seemed to please her.

The fan interaction of course, didn't seem to keep her from teasing me. Somehow she maneuvered her way into having her body brush against my crotch, my cock straining against the material of my pants. From the start I could tell it was on purpose, her devilish grin betrayed her. BUt still, what could I do? It's not like it was torture or anything. Hell, I never imagined I'd get this kind of contact from a woman of Taylor's caliber.

After a few hours of signing for the fans and teasing me, Taylor told me she needed a break. I did to. I informed the fans in line of the break, and to take a number at the counter so they could return to the line in place as soon as Taylor returned.

I lead Taylor to the back stock room. "Lock the door please," she asked. "I don't mean to be snobby, but I need to unwind. I don't want to many people around."

"You got it." I replied. I was about to head out and lock the door behind me when Taylor stopped me.

"You can stay. I want to talk to you. Just lock the door if you could."

"Sure thing." I did as she asked and turned to see her. She sat on a chair, her stocking-clad legs tantalizingly crossed, her eyes looking me over. Gulping, I walked to the table across from her, leaning back on it.

"Can I ask you a question, Paul?"

"I don't see why not." I opened a bottle of water I had brought in from the cooler, hoping to quench my suddenly parched throat.

"Have you ever had sex?" Taylor asked bluntly.

"What?" I asked, nearly choking on the water.

"You can tell me." Taylor got up from her chair and approached me, her face inches from mine. "You admitted you jerk off to me, this should be nothing. You ever felt a nice, wet cunt?"

THe best I could respond was a stutter, making the vixen giggle.

"I'll take that as a no," Taylor said. "It's nothing to be ashamed of sweetie." Taylor extended her tongue and licked at my lips. "Nothing at all." She grabbed my hand and brought it to her underwear. She guided me under it, into her very wet folds. "How's that feel?"

"Nice," I said, which was very much an understatement, but my brain was not working at full capacity.

"Just nice?" she asked, an innocent tone to her voice.

"Amazing," I said.

"Good. Feels good on my end too." She removed her hand and let me do more of the work. "That's it," she moaned, her eyes shut. "You're getting the hang of this pretty quickly." I was glad to hear that. I was just winging it. I tried my best to work my fingers to hit as much of her pussy as I could, and the results seemed to please Taylor.

After a few more minutes of this Taylor grasped my hand again and removed me from her snatch. She brought my fingers to my mouth. "Taste me," she said. I opened my mouth and let her guide my fingers into my mouth. I eagerly sucked her juices off my fingers. "Do I taste good?" I nodded in response.

Taylor smirked. "Now I want to see how you taste." She dropped to her knees and swiftly undid my pants, yanking them down to my ankles and exposing my achingly hard dick to the air. Taylor rans her hands up my legs, her nails lightly scratching my skin until they reached my crotch. One hand cradle and rubbed my balls while the other lightly jacked my cock.

"Nice to see you're ready for me," Taylor said. She looked at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She extended her tongue and gave a slow, deliberate lick to my cock head, making me shiver in pleasure. "Oh, we're just beginning Paulie. Hold tight." I probably should have listened to her, but in my defense, I was sure it was meant as a figure of speech.

Taylor's mouth moved to the base of my rod and moved slowly back to the tip, licking, kissing, and nibbling all the way, almost making my knees buckle. Once back at the head, Taylor began to take me in her mouth, the head of my cock hitting the back off her throat.

"Fuck," I growled. I was trying my best not to nut right then and there, but it was honestly a losing battle. But still, a battle I was fighting. After a few wonderful seconds of being deep-throated, Taylor moved back and began to bob her head up and down at a rapid pace on my dick, her hand stroking whatever part of my slick meat wasn't in her mouth.

I quivered as Taylor worked on me. She varied her pace, but never went too slow, slow did not seem to be in her repertoire. This was not a bad thing. Her hands and mouth seemed to be working in complete unison. Her tongue, teeth and fingernails all seemed to hit the right spots, making me quiver with very skilled move she made.

I moved my hands to her head instinctively. I pulled her long, blonde locks backs as Taylor continued her work. Her eyes gazed up at me and winked. She pulled back and took a breath. "Wanna fuck my mouth hotshot?" she asked, her tongue darting out to lick my head.

"What?"

"Grab my head and fuck my face, hot shot. You're halfway there already." She motioned to my hands. "I like it, don't worry. Have some fun."

I took her cue, my cock resting in her mouth. I began to thrust into her mouth, gently at first, but building up my pace very quickly. She grasped on to my hips to steady herself as my pace built up. After a few more minutes of this, I began to feel my balls tightening.

"Shit," I moaned. "I think…I think I'm going to…"

Taylor pulled back and looked up at me. "Do it. I want to taste your cum, Paul. Right in my mouth." She placed her mouth back over my head, her tongue swirling around the head. That did it, and with a growl I unleashed a torrent of cum into her mouth, the action making Taylor moan.

When I was done, I reluctantly pulled out of Taylor's mouth and slumped against the table. She opened her mouth, showing a mouthful of cum, then knocked it back like a shot, licking her lips when she was done. Taylor then laid back, her eyes looking directly to mine the entire time. She reached down and began to remove her panties, raising and bending her legs to both take them off and give me a show. She wagged her finger at me in a "come hither" motion.

I got between Taylor's legs and brought my face to hers. Again, Taylor took the initiative and pulled my face to hers for a kiss. I reached down and tried to line myself up with her slit when Taylor stopped me. "Not yet." She put her hands to my head and pushed me down, and despite being new to this, I took the hint.

I moved my head between her long, shapely legs. I licked at her lips, hoping to put my many years of viewing pornography to use. Hearing Taylor moan a bit from the minor contact, I went full steam ahead into it. I attacked her cunt with my mouth and tongue.

"There we go," she said, her hand coming down to hold my head in place as she ground her pussy into my face. I eagerly sucked on her clit, the move making the lithe blonde shiver a bit. "Good," she growled. "Doing real good for a beginner."

I began using a finger in unison with my mouth, I was really going on a mix of what I'd seen in movies and instinct, to try and spice things up for her. Taylor was soaking wet, so turning her on wasn't an issue. I just wanted to continue making her feel good.

Taylor pressed her legs tightly either side of my head, pretty much completely cutting off my hearing, though in the position I was in I wasn't complaining; how many guys get to do this with their dream girl?

After a few more minutes, Taylor pulled me back up, kissing and licking at my face. She then gently pushed me back, sitting up a bit to remove her leather jacket at shirt, leaving her in a black lace bra which she also completely discarded. She then reached for my shirt, tossing it to join her pile of clothes as well.

I simply stared at her bare chest before me for a bit. HEr breasts weren't huge, but that was far from a deal breaker for me. They fit her frame perfectly, and I couldn't wait to touch them. "Like what you see, Paulie?" she asked, smirking. "Want a feel? Don't be shy." With such an invitation, I doubt any could resist.

I reached my hand out and fondled her breasts, loving the feel of them. I moved my face to them, eagerly licking and kissing the petite mounds. "That's it, enjoy yourself," Taylor said. "It's all about having some fun." And enjoy myself I did, my mouth enjoying Taylor's breatss while my hand moved back to her slit, fingering her at the same time.

"Yes," Taylor sighed contently. "You're doing so good Paul. But I think I want something bigger than a finger in my pussy." Taylor laid back down and wrapped her legs around my waist. She reached down and helped me line my cock up with her opening. "Fuck me, Paul."

With my cock ready to go, I did just that, thrusting inside of her. To say it felt good inside Taylor would be an understatement of cosmic proportions. There was a wonderful heat and tightness to it that in all honestly, just defies description. However, I must have been savoring the feeling for a bit to long.

"I said 'fuck me' Paul, not stay still inside me."

"Sorry."

"It's okay, just use that hard fucking cock on me, and do it now!" I did as she asked and began to thrust hard and fast into her. If I hadn't gotten the blowjob, that wouldn't have been a good idea. Hell, just this being my first time probably didn't make it a good idea, but I was eager to please. "There we go."

Taylor locked her heels around me, her shoe heels digging in to me, as her fingernails dig as well. "That's it, give me that hard dick. Give me every inch of it you fucking son of a bitch. Fuck this fucking cunt!"

I pounded into her as hard as I could, my mouth at her shoulders and neck. I tired to keep up with her dirty talk, but I just couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of Taylor's body.

"That's it Paulie," Taylor growled, her face in a combination of a sneer and a smile. "You're doing so good. Your cock is so good." I moved my face to her to kiss her again, Taylor, biting on my lip as it broke. "How's it feel? How's your first pussy feel?"

"This is the best thing I have ever felt," I blurted out, not really having the ability to think of anything but what Taylor and I were doing.

"You haven't seen anything, yet." Taylor and I rolled over, Taylor now on top. "Enjoy the show." With that, Taylor began her work, using me togged herself off. And as she requested, I enjoyed the show.

Taylor wasted no time in building up a rhythm, alternating between dropping down and me and grinding her hips. I couldn't take my eyes off her, the way she would whip her blond locks as we fucked, the way her body looked in motion, the way her hands roamed her own sweaty body, it was probably the most erotic thing I had ever seen, easily.

Not wanting to take a passive role in this, despite being dumbfounded by the whole experience, I moved my hand her lit, working the aroused nub over as Taylor rode me. "You're learning, good boy," Taylor breathlessly said. We continued like this for a while, Taylor squeezing and milking my cock with her slick hole. I noticed Taylor's body begin to get flushed, her cheeks blushing. She pulled up to her and kissed me deeply, moaning into my mouth as she came. Her body shivered in my arms, our tongues intertwined.

The kiss broke and Taylor's face slowly backed away from mine, her hair sticking to her sweaty face, her mouth in a smile and a devilish twinkle still in her eyes. "I hope you don't think we're done," she said, removing herself from my still-hard prick. "That guy definitely isn't done." She stood up and walked to the table I had leaned on when she blew me. Taylor turn her back to me and bent over, presenting her tight little ass to me. "Fuck my ass."

I got up from my position and took my place behind Taylor. Before I began though, I hand to get a bit more acquainted with her ass. I knelt down behind her, massaging and feeling her butt cheeks. Her ass was a lot like her breasts, small, but perfect for her frame. Nice and perky. I couldn't resist it, I kissed and licked each cheeks, savoring each moment.

Taylor moaned as I continued my exploration. "Enjoy yourself, Paul. Enjoy…" Feeling adventurous, I spread her cheeks and went to her asshole. I began to lick at the puckered opening, making Taylor arch her back. I did this for a few more seconds, then stood back up and lined my dick up with her asshole. I hoped the juices still on my cock combined with my saliva would be enough lubrication.

"Fuck my tight little ass Paul," Taylor said. She looked over her shoulder ay me, licking her lips, almost taunting me to go forward. "You know you want to." She was lying, though I doubt anyone would turn down the offer to fuck Taylor Momsen in the ass. I pressed my cocked against the opening and slowly pressed forward until the head popped past the tight ring.

Once I was in, I grabbed Taylor by the hips and eased more and more of my length inside her. Taylor grabbed one my hands and moved it to her clit, the two of us working it over as I thrust into her ass. "Slow at first," she gasped. "Let me get used to it."

"Am I doing all right?" I asked, stopping momentarily. "Am I going too hard?"

"No, you're fine," she said, turning around to lick at my face. "Just letting you know, big man. Keep going, pound my tiny little asshole with that big fucking dick!" I continued thrusting, slowly at first, but soon enough,once I began to fit in to the hilt, i built up my pace. Taylor seemed to be enjoying herself as well, moaning and grinding into me every so often, squeezing her ass to make it even tighter.

Soon enough, I was slamming into her as hard I could, Taylor cheering me on with every thrust. "More Paul, harder…give it to me…I want everything you can give me Paul…fuck my tight little hole! Use me like a fucking whore!" Taylor left my hind working on her lit solo while her own hand moved further down, trying to tease my balls as I fucked her.

The tightness of Taylor's ass and her dirty talk began to become too much for me. I felt my balls tightening, and I knew I was going to shoot. "Taylor, I'm about to cum!"

"Do it in my ass Paul, I want to feel your cum in my ass like the naughty fucking fuckhole I am." On cue with her request, I began to shoot my load in her ass, coating her bowels "Fuck yes!" she hissed, reveling in the feeling. I stood completely still as I emptied my balls into Taylor's ass.

"Enjoy yourself?" Taylor knowingly asked. "I know I did."

"That was the best thing ever," I said. She laughed a bit at my answer.

"Good to know you enjoyed it." I slowly pulled out of her ass and she spun around and kissed me one last time. "I had a lot of fun teaching you."

"I had a lot of fun being your student."

"Is there a bathroom back here?" I pointed to a door right behind her. She picked up her clothes and headed to it, leaving me alone to put my clothes back on and kind of consider what just happened. I wasn't alone long though, Taylor returned, fully dressed, or as close to it as she was before.

"You're last name is Holmes, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You're on will call now for my show tonight. Backstage pass."

"Thanks, but…"

"And to answer your question before you ask it, we fucked because I thought it'd be cool to take your virginity. Though to be honest, we probably would have fucked regardless, but you wouldn't have gotten my ass. Well, probably."

"Okay…"

"Anyhow, I like more…subtle guys. You fit the bill today. And it was fun playing the role of "teacher. And if you come to the show tonight, you might get another lesson." She walked by me, squeezing my cock through my jeans, and heading to the door to go back to the signing. "And wait until you meet my teacher's aide."

That was fucking hot! Great addition to the series Deadshot.