Country Girls & Dirty Secrets Vol 2

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This story is a work of fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or representative of any real individuals, including the public figures mentioned. Any resemblance to real events, actions, or personalities is purely coincidental. The depictions of real people are entirely fictional and do not reflect their actual behavior, beliefs, or personal lives.

VOL. 2: ELLA LANGLEY

Sixty-five days. That's how long it had been since Miranda Lambert locked the dressing room door behind me at the Ryman and changed the way I heard her music.

I was sitting in my Nashville apartment, feet kicked up, beer in my hand, an empty takeout box from a local Chinese place sitting on the coffee table, watching the ACM Award shows. Even though I knew that the actually awards being handed out were one hundred percent rigged, bought and paid for by the record companies, I still enjoyed watching the show, seeing the musicians performed, and trash talking whoever did the audio for the show.

I had worked a few award shows since being in Nashville and knew what a pain it was making sure that everybody sounded good. Whoever was doing the audio for this one was actually doing a pretty good job.

It was the 20th anniversary of Miranda's debut album, and the show kept promoting a special performance by her that night. When it came time for it, Miranda was on the stage, looking and sounding as good as ever. Wearing a vibrant hot pink jacket with full-length fringe on the sleeves, I was sad she wasn't showing off her body, but I smiled as I remembered what she looked like once her tight blue jeans were off and her blonde hair was bouncing around as I fucked her.

She launched into singing her newest single, a song called "Run." It really showed off her vocal and songwriting abilities. When that song ended, she briefly talked about it being the twenty-year anniversary of her first album, then welcomed Ella Langley out to the stage to sing "Kerosene," Miranda's first big hit.

When Ella walked out, I set up on my couch. She looked like trouble dressed in stone-washed denim. Her white tank top read "Mama Tried" in cracked, black letters stretched over a chest she clearly wasn't afraid to show off. A cheetah-print belt cinched her high-rise jeans, and her toned arms were on full display, tattooed, bronzed, and strong. Around her neck hung that chunky turquoise necklace, the same one I'd seen her fiddle with during a soundcheck once. Her bangs swept just above those hazel eyes, and she smiled like she knew exactly what kind of mess she could cause.

I had met Ella a few times over the years at different events and shows around Nashville. She was really one of the coolest, nicest, and most down to earth people in country music. The tank top she was wearing that said, "Mama Tried," was a direct throwback to the one that Miranda wore twenty years ago in the music video for "Kerosene," and knowing Ella, I knew that it would have been her choice to honor Miranda that way.

As the two females sang, I had a giant smile on my face, greatly enjoying the performance. Later that night, after the show had ended, I found a picture of the two of them that Ella had posted to her Instagram, and used it for my own personal enjoyment, just imagining the possibilities.

A few weeks after the awards show, I was hanging out with some friends at a bar called The Listening Room, known for its small, intimate shows, usually featuring a surprise artists. I was shocked and surprised when the MC introduced Ella as the artist for that night. She performed a short, acoustic set, finding me in the audience at one point, giving me a wave and pointing to her ear before making a funny face.

Ella wore a faded black t-shirt with a cracked old Merle Haggard logo across the front, knotted loosely at her waist to show a sliver of toned stomach. The fabric clung to her chest just enough to make the outline of her bra noticeable, and when she leaned forward to adjust the mic, the shirt pulled tighter, lifting slightly to flash a silver belt buckle sitting low on her hips.

Her jeans were light-wash, high-waisted, and worn in all the right places. They hugged her thick thighs and perfect ass like a second skin, with just enough give when she swayed with the rhythm of her strumming. I was hooked, and couldn't stop staring, and was pretty sure she kept glancing in my direction.

When her set was done, she jumped down and walked over to where I was sitting. She knew everybody at my table, whether it was a studio musician she had worked with before, another audio engineer, or a low-level music executive, and she greeted each of us with a hug as the waitress for our table dropped her off a beer.

"I'm kinda surprised to see you here, Ella," said the music executive, a guy named Kevin. "I figured you'd be resting up for your big tour with Riley."

Riley Green was a male musician who had a few hit duets with Ella and they were preparing for a summer long tour, amidst a lot of rumors of them dating, despite Riley being known for sleeping around.

"Probably should be but I can't resist playing here," she responded in her low southern drawl. "Also, I heard that Cole might be here and I've been wanting to talk to him."

"Me? About what?" I asked, a little confused.

"Yes, you. Had a nice little conversation about Miranda with you and what a great audio guy you are, if you get my drift," Ella said, giving me a little wink and taking a sip of her beer.

Everybody at the table looked at me, trying to figure out what Ella meant. It took me a few seconds, with her hazel eyes staring a hole into me, to realize what she meant and when I did, I smiled as I said, "Oh yeah. Me and Miranda had a great time with her audio at the Ryman a few months ago. I really enjoyed working with her."

"I really hope that me and you can work together soon too," Ella replied back.

"I'm sure we can find some time," I told her.

Sean, the other audio engineer sitting with us, said, "Wait, haven't you two worked with each other? Ella, you've played the Opry plenty of times."

"I have and we have, but Cole knows what I mean. Don't ya, Cole?" Ella teased, finishing her beer before she got up and left the table, all eyes on her.

Kevin turned to me and asked, "What was that about?"

"I'm not sure," I answered him.

"I think that you should probably go follow her," Scott, the guitar player, suggested.

I could still see Ella as she made her way to the bar. Watching her hips sway as she walked, I said, "I think you're right," and I left the table to follow her.

She was ordering a shot of whiskey when she saw me coming and changed the order to two, handing me one as she smiled and said, "I was wondering if that was a big enough hint for you to catch."

"It took me a second to make sure you weren't just joking around," I told her as we clinked our glasses together and drained the shots.

"Let's dance," Ella said, putting the shot glasses down, grabbing my hand, and leading me out to the dance floor.

I had never been much of a dancer but with Ella Langley leading the way, I certainly felt like I was a pro. Watching her body move around as she bounced and swayed to the music being played by the house band, I was pretty sure I was falling in love.

When the band started to play a cover of George Strait's "You Look So Good In Love," Ella wrapped her arms around my neck, I held her by her hips, and we slow danced to the classic song.

"So, what exactly did Miranda tell you?" I asked her as we dance.

Ella cocked her head to the side and smiled as she asked back, "Why do you want to know?"

"Just curious. She didn't really seem the kind to kiss and tell," I said.

"You kissed her?" Ella teased in mocking way. As I tried to figure out how to react and if she was being serious or not, Ella laughed and continued, "It was actually kinda funny. I made a joke about wishing you had come down for the show and she mentioned that she had just worked with you for the first time. I joked that it was nice because you weren't only good at your job, but also pretty easy going on the eyes. She asked if anything had happened between us, I told her no, and then she told me a little about what you two did. Nothing too major or great detail, but enough to make me want to find you tonight."

"Wow," was all I could get out.

"Why don't you take me back to your place and make me say wow?" Ella teased as her face got close to mine.

I have never closed a tab and said goodbye to my friends, who were fully aware of what was happening now, so fast.

I was buzzing from more than just the alcohol I had consumed as Ella and I walked into my three-bedroom apartment, proud of myself for having spent the previous day cleaning it. But, I could tell as soon as we walked through the door that Ella only had one thing on her mind.

Her lips were full and plump, her lip gloss flavor mixing with the slight linger of whiskey. I was instantly infatuated with kissing her and didn't want to stop. Ever. She had her arms wrapped fully around my neck as she pulled me down to her height, pushing her tongue against my lips until I opened them and let her in.

As we made out, my hands found her butt and I squeezed, getting a handful of cheek in each hand, making Ella moan into my mouth. I could feel myself starting to grow as we continued to kiss and I started to walk us back to my room.

When we got there, Ella ended the kiss and I watched as she dropped to her knees on the floor. Without hesitating, she undid my pants and quickly had them and my boxers down to my ankles. She wrapped her hand around my thick, hard cock and started to stroke it up and down. I moaned as she flicked her tongue against my tip before wrapping her lips around it and she began to bob her head up and down the entire length of my shaft.

"Fuck, Ella, that feels amazing," I said, not wanting to take my eyes off the beautiful singer.

Ella's blowjob was nearly perfect, her hand twisting around, following her lips, as she alternated between having me in her mouth or not. When I wasn't in her mouth, she would either purse her lips and run them up and down the sides of my shaft or used her tongue.

I managed to take my eyes off her head to look over her back. With her shirt tied off at the mid-section, her tight, high-waisted jeans were curved out just above her hips and just beneath the frayed denim waistband, a sliver of soft lace peeked out. I'm sure she wasn't doing it to tease me, probably didn't even know I could see it while she blew me, but it was driving me crazy and I wanted to know what the rest felt like.

I started to gently tug up on her head as I said, "Hopefully you didn't come over here just to blow me."

Ella giggled as I pulled her shirt up and over her head. As I worked on her jeans, undoing her belt buckle and zipper, she said, "I didn't but before I leave here, I would swallow your load."

"Fuck," I whispered as I started to move down her body, leaving kisses all over her neck, chest, and stomach, with my hands groping and squeezing her bra-covered breasts. Her stomach, flat and toned, led to her groin, covered by a black, lace thong. I kissed all around it, keeping my hands on her hips, before hooking my fingers into the waistband of them, and sliding them down her tan legs.

I was surprised to find that Ella had a slight amount of hair around her vagina. But, she still smelled delicious and tasted even better as I stuck my tongue out and ran it all over her lower lips and slit. Ella moaned as I kissed and licked all over her groin until I was able to push my tongue inside her, darting it in and out.

"Oh baby, I need to sit if you want to keep that up," Ella moaned as she moved towards the bed.

With my tongue outside of her body, I said, "You lay down and you'll be getting something else inside there."

Ella smiled as she glanced down at my cock. Her long, brown hair tumbled around her shoulders, and her bangs, cut just above her brows, framed her face in a way that made her look like sin on soft focus, teasing the line between sweet and dangerously seductive.

I pulled off my shirt as I climbed onto the bed with her. We shared another kiss, this one short but just as passionate as Ella put one hand on my cheek, the other on my neck. I started to move her backwards, scooting her up on the bed but as I started to lay her down, I was surprised when Ella used her arms and legs, quickly wrapping them around me, to flip me over, leaving me on my back.

Her eyes lit up with mischief, a wild glint flashing behind her bangs as she grinned like a girl who knew exactly what she wanted. The smirk on her face was pure trouble, the kind that made me happy I went to the bar that night. She reached down between us, stroking my cock again as she held it up, straddled my lap, and guided my cock into her.

I put my hands on her hips as she slid down my shaft, moaning as my girth stretched her out. "Fuck, you feel good," she moaned, slowly rolling her hips back and forth.

"Yes, you do," I agreed as she worked up to a harder and faster pace, really bouncing on my cock. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed her riding me, listening to her moans and the sound of our bodies hitting together.

I moved my hands up, off her hips and along her ribs until I felt the soft fabric of her bra. Before I got any farther, Ella grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, encouraging me to squeeze them through her bra. "That's right baby, grab my tits while I ride this thick cock," she moaned, holding my hands to her chest.

"I could grab them better if your bra was off," I teased her.

I opened my eyes when she let go of my hands and reached behind her back. She reached behind her back, still riding me slow and deep, and unhooked her bra like she'd done it a thousand times before, like she knew exactly what kind of chaos it would cause in my head. When the straps slipped off her arms and she let the bra fall, I finally saw them.

God.

Her breasts were perfect. Full, soft, and natural, like they were made for my hands. They had that gentle, irresistible bounce with every roll of her hips, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to grab them, kiss them, or just sit back and stare. Her nipples were already hard, rosy, tight and standing out against her smooth, lightly bronzed skin. I reached up and cupped them both, my thumbs brushing across her peaks as she moaned and leaned into my hands.

She looked down at me, hair falling in her face, a smirk playing at her lips, and whispered, "Like what you see?"

All I could do was nod, and then pull her down and kiss her like I'd never stop. Our tongues instantly swirled together, her breasts pressing against my chest, as her hips went up and down, and I started to push my hips up to meet her as she came down.

Ending the kiss, Ella laid her head down next to me, moaning directly into my ear. "That feels so good. I'm so close. Don't stop. Don't stop. Yes! Oh fuck!"

Ella put her hands on my chest as she pushed herself up, her orgasm taking over her body. "Fuck, Cole! Flip me over and fuck me hard!"

I wasn't about to disappoint the up-and-coming country singer, so I quickly pushed up, wrapped my arms around her body, and flipped us over. As her orgasm started to slow down, I slid back into her, watching as my cock disappeared into her pussy. When I was all the way inside her, I held still as I leaned down, giving her lips another sensual, passionate kiss.

When the kiss ended, I slowly started to pull out of her, as I moved my mouth down to her breasts. I circled my tongue around her right nipple as I pushed my cock back into her. Pulling out again, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I continued to lick and suck on her nipples, as I slowly worked up a steady pace, sliding my cock in and out of the twenty-six year old.

"That's right, Cole, suck my tits while you fuck. Harder, baby, give me that big cock of yours," Ella moaned, her head laying back on the pillow, running her fingers through my hair, and she closed her eyes.

After giving both of her nipples a final suck and kiss, I pushed myself up above her, using my hands on both sides of her head to support myself, and really began to thrust my hips back and forth. My moans joined hers as I quickly worked up to a fast speed, slamming my cock into her over and over, making sure she got the full length of my cock every time.

"Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder, baby, harder! Fuck yes!" Ella moaned, lifting her arms above her head, stretching out her body as she started moving her hips in rhythm with mine. "Are you close? You feel close? I can feel that thick cock twitching inside me."

"Do you still want me to finish in your mouth?" I asked as I continued to slam into her.

"Not tonight. That can wait until morning. Cum inside me. Let me feel that sweet cum. Make my pussy yours!" Ella said as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in close to her.

"Oh fuck!" I grunted as I reached my climax. I pushed deep inside her, moaning as I came, feeling my cock pumping cum out. Ella used her legs to rock me back and forth as she reached her arms up to wrap them around my neck, pulling me down to continue our passionate kiss that started this.

When my orgasm was done, the kiss ended and I slowly slipped out of her as she unwrapped her limbs from my body and I rolled over onto my back. "God damn," I finally said, breathing deeply.

Ella giggled as she rolled over, pressing her naked body against mine, put her arm over my chest and her head on my shoulder. "Miranda wasn't kidding about you," she said, followed by a kiss on my cheek.

"Did you say something about tomorrow morning?" I asked, wanting to make sure I heard her correctly.

"Well, yeah, I ain't the kind to fuck and run and I hope you ain't either," Ella said, slightly shifting so she could look up at me. "I ain't looking for a relationship or anything, but I definitely wasn't planning on going home tonight."

"I wouldn't say no to anything you suggested," I told her as I kissed her forehead.

The next morning, I was woken up when I felt Ella stirring next to me. As she opened her eyes, I brushed some loose hair off her face, the rest of it pulled back into a ponytail. Before falling asleep the night before, Ella had put on one of my T-shirts, and the red of it was visible as she set up and the comforter fell off her body. "Morning," I told her as I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Good morning. Please tell me that you have coffee," she said after yawning.

I laughed and said, "Yeah, I can go make some."

I walked out to my kitchen, asking what kind she wanted. She told me that she didn't care, as long as it had caffeine. I reached into my cupboard, pulled some out, and started to make a pot of coffee for the both of us. I found my phone and saw a text waiting from Scott that read, "So, I was right? You're welcome!"

I texted him back, "Yes sir."

"Thatta a boy!" was his reply a few minutes later.

When the coffee was done, I poured a cup for both Ella and myself, and walked back into the bedroom. Ella was still laying in my bed, had pulled the covers up over her body, and was taking a selfie with her phone. "Do you always take a next day post-sex selfie in a stranger's bed?" I asked her as I handed her the cup of coffee.

Ella smelled the delicious aroma coming from the coffee, took a drink, and answered back, "If you were a stranger, would I be doing this?"

I watched as she lowered the covers down, revealing that she had taken my shirt off and was naked, besides her thong. "I would hope not," I told her.

She took another drink of her coffee before she sat it down and leaned towards me. She took my cup out of my hand, sitting it down next to hers, and leaned up until her lips met mine. The kiss that morning was just as full and passionate as the night as our hands were instantly on each other. Mine, going right to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing over and over. Hers, slipping into my boxers, wrapping around my shaft as it began to grow harder and thicker at her touch.

She moved us around until I was laying flat on the bed, ending the kiss as she first moved up, hovering her breasts above my head and letting me suck on her nipples, keeping her hand stroking my shaft. After I gave both of her nipples attention, she moved down until her head was at my cock. I watched as she stuck out her tongue and used it to lick my shaft and tip, going from the top to the bottom, back down again, and all over.

Looking up to make eye contact with me, Ella wrapped her lips around my tip, keeping her fingers around the shaft, and slowly took all of me into her mouth and down her throat. Once I was all the way in and her nose was buried in my groin, she paused for a few seconds, moaning around my shaft, before she closed her eyes and started to bob her head up and down, using her hand to follow right behind it.

As Ella blew me, I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her plump, moist lips around my shaft. Watching her sing the last few years, I couldn't lie and say I hadn't wandered what they would feel like. If I was able to tell anybody, I would tell them she has more than one talent with her mouth. "Fuck, baby," I moaned.

I saw a little smile on her face as I moaned, and she started to go a little bit faster. I reached down with one hand and put it on her head, feeling it as she moved it up and down. My hips started to slowly rise and lower, pushing my cock as deep as possible into her mouth and throat.

She took me out of her mouth and used her tongue to lick along the sides of my cock, keeping her hand going back and down. She then slowly and gently sucked each of my balls into her mouth before letting go of them, and slid my shaft back between her lips.

"I'm not going to last much longer," I told her.

Ella continued to keep the same rhythm, using one hand on my shaft and the other on my balls, as I got closer and closer. I tried to warn her when I started to orgasm, but nothing but a grunt came out as I grabbed her hair tightly and pulled her down, pushed my hips up, and felt my cock exploding in her mouth.

She kept moving her hand up and down what little of my shaft wasn't in her mouth, using it to pump all of the cum out as she eagerly swallowed it all down. When I was done, I let go of her hair and watched as she licked my tip, licked her lips and smiled up at me, satisfied with the job she had done.

"Do you have to leave?" I asked her.

"If I don't, rumors might spread," she said.

"I'm OK with that," I told her with a laugh.

"I can stick around for a little bit," she said, getting up and grabbing her cup of coffee. "Maybe you'll be able to get it up again?"

"If you stay naked, anything is possible," I replied back.