Country Girls & Dirty Secrets Vol 4

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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. 4- Carly Pearce and Alexandra Kay

The week after the CMA Fest, I found myself back at The Listening Room. This time, instead of being there for fun, I was actually working. One of my favorite people in Nashville was getting ready to head back out on tour, both to continue her headlining tour, and also to join another artist as their opening act. But, before she did that, she wanted to perform a small, intimate gig and only invite some of the people who worked at her record label and some other industry insiders, as a thank you for all the support and help they had given her. And she called and asked me to run the audio for her.

I stood just behind Carly as she took her place near the edge of the stage, and for a second, I forgot what I was supposed to be doing. That dress, fitted at the top, then falling into soft, sheer panels, moved with her like it was part of her, catching the light just enough to tease the outline of her legs. Her hair spilled down her back in loose waves, golden and tousled, like she hadn't even tried and still looked perfect. I stepped in, gently sweeping her hair over one shoulder so I could clip in her in-ear monitor. My fingers brushed her smooth, warm skin, and lingered maybe a beat too long before I pulled back. She glanced at me and smiled, and just like that, I was gone again.

If anybody had asked me who my top five hottest females in Nashville were, Carly would definitely make the list. She might not be one, but it would be hard to name two or three hotter than her. As lucky as I had gotten in the last few months with Miranda, Ella, and Megan, plus the blowjob from Emily, it wouldn't take much convincing for me to trade them all for a night with Carly. I wasn't kidding when I said that she was one of my favorite people, and for multiple reasons.

I stayed on the side of the stage, putting on my headphones so that I could hear Carly, as she introduced herself, thanked everybody for coming, and launched into the first song. Her set was pretty simple and short that night, only singing for about forty minutes and just doing her hits. As much as I enjoyed working with Carly, she was known to be a bit of a headcase when things didn't go her way. So, I was pretty happy that the audio went nice and smooth.

After the singing portion of the show ended, Carly walked over to me and I helped her get unclipped from the pack and the in-ear monitor. "Thank you again, Cole," she said as I helped her. "You always make me sound perfect."

"That's all you, Carly. I'm just here to make sure everybody else can hear it," I told her with a smile.

"Are you sticking around for the rest of the night? Or do you need to get home? Or another gig?" She asked, adjusting her hair.

"Umm, I was going to head home, but it might take me a minute to pack up," I told her.

"Good. Stick around," she said before walking away, giving me a sly smile.

Carly had to go make her way around the bar, greeting everybody that came. Nashville was all about connections after all, especially for female artists. I slowly started to pack up my equipment, taking some out to my SUV, while keeping an eye on her. To nobody's surprise who knew Carly, she quickly had a glass of wine in her hand.

After my stuff was put away, I jumped in with the road crew and the band, helping them pack their equipment up. Carly really did have a good group of people around her, ones I had known for years, and I was happy for the success they were having. Since we all knew each other, they invited me to join them for a beer after everything was put away.

Because Carly still had her event going on, we actually slipped outside, drinks in hand, to have our own little afterparty. With the door to the Listening Room propped open, I caught a glimpse of Carly every once in a while, always with a glass of wine in her hand.

As the event started to wind down and people were saying goodbye to Carly and leaving, she eventually made her way outside to us. After spending a few minutes with her band, she found her way to me. "That's what I should have done," she said, pointing to a bottle of water in my hand.

"Yeah. I had a few beers but figured I should switch to water if I wanted to get home safely tonight," I told her, trying to resist staring at her legs.

Carly swayed a little bit as she looked around the outside area. Her eyes lingered for a second on a member of her band, a guy I recognized as her drummer, before turning back to me. "Cole, I'm a little drunk. And if I let the guy who brought me here take me home, I'm going to regret it tomorrow. Will you give me a ride instead?"

I nodded my head and said, "Just tell me when you're ready to go."

She smiled, took a sip of her wine, and walked back to the guy she had been staring at. She whispered something into his ear, he got an unhappy look on his face but nodded his head, and she came walking back towards me. Carly finished off her glass of wine, handed it to a random person walking by, and said, "Let's go."

I quickly stood up and led Carly to where I had parked my SUV. Once there, I opened up the passenger door and offered my hand to Carly to give her a lift into it. She gladly accepted it and sat down before I closed the door and went to the driver's side.

Carly grabbed my phone and inserted the address for her house as I pulled out of the parking lot. I was a little surprised to see that she had a house about thirty minutes outside of town, instead of an apartment downtown like so many others. I wasn't going to complain about spending some alone time with Carly, but did need to figure out how to break the ice, since Carly was just staring out the window, humming along with the song on the radio.

"I enjoyed that new song you played today. Didn't quite catch the name of it, but the melody was pretty," I told her.

"Thanks," she said.

"You OK?" I asked her, my hand coming over the steering wheel and moving towards her leg, but I pulled it back at the last second.

"Yeah. Tired. Between the wine, the singing, and having to be diplomatic, it wears on a girl," Carly responded.

"Could have fooled me. Looks like you're doing nothing but kicking ass," I said.

Carly laughed and said, "There's some days I'm not sure if I'm kicking ass or getting my ass kicked."

"Better kicked then fucked," I said.

"Maybe. But lately I feel like whenever I do get fucked, I get my ass kicked the next day," she said quietly.

After a moment of silence as I took in what she said, I replied back, "I really hope you don't mean what I think you do."

Carly laughed now, a quiet, reflective laugh, before saying, "No, nothing like that. More self-inflicted. You've probably never experienced it, but it's the ass kicking you feel after you sleep with somebody, then wake up the next day and realize you probably shouldn't have slept with that person. Again. And again. And what I'm hoping to avoid tonight."

"I may not understand exactly how you feel the morning after, but I definitely understand what you mean by tonight," I told her.

"Good," Carly said, leaning away from the window and towards me. She leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes for a few minutes. "Do you know what I would be doing right now if the other guy... I don't want to say his name or I'll puke... took me home?"

"What's that?" I asked her.

"Making me blow him," she said, her hand reaching down towards my groin. "Well, not making me. He would have gently guided my hand to his cock, asked if I would 'please him', then let my hand go. And every time, no matter how much I told myself no before, I would do it. I wouldn't finish him off. But by the time we reached my house, we were both ready. And in the morning, I would tell myself no more. Until the next time."

She never put her hand on my groin, but left it dangerously close. Enough to make me wish she was closer. "I'm sorry," she said, moving both her hand and head away from me. You probably didn't need to hear that."

I took a deep breath to calm myself before I said, "Carly, I just want you to know, that you can always call me if you need a ride home. I would never take advantage of you."

"I know," Carly responded. "That's why I know I won't feel any regret when I wake up tomorrow."

Carly fell silent for the rest of the drive, but she put her hand back on my leg, her fingers grazing my semi-hard cock as the implication of what she said lingered in the air. I kept reminding myself that she was as close a friend as a musician could be to me, and that she was a little wine drunk, and that I didn't want to do anything to take advantage of that, as bad as I might want it.

When we arrived at her house, I parked my SUV in her private driveway. When Carly saw my hand hesitating by the ignition switch, she moved her hand up a little on my groin and said, "It's OK, Cole. I trust you. I want this."

I have never turned my car off so fast.

Carly let me into her house, shutting and locking the door behind her. I looked around her neat, clean living room and kitchen before she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, past framed gold records and an old upright piano covered in candles and photos. Her bedroom was exactly what I'd expect, all soft neutrals and high-end touches. A king bed with cream-colored linens, blush throw pillows, and a velvet tufted headboard that probably cost more than my entire sound setup. A vanity table sat beneath a wide mirror, lined with perfume bottles and lipsticks in shades of pink and red. The whole room smelled like her, sweet, sharp, and expensive. Like someone who knew exactly how she wanted things and wasn't afraid to demand it. She had a little clutch in her hand that she sat down on the nightstand next to the bed before turning and looking at herself in a mirror across from her bed.

I walked up behind her, putting my hands on her upper arms, and leaned down to softly kiss the back of her neck. The soft fabric of her dress was shimmering in the low light of her bedroom as I reached for the zipper at the small of the back and began to ease it down slowly. The dress parted as I slid it off her shoulders, revealing smooth, golden skin still warm from the wine and stage lights. It slipped down her body in one graceful motion, pooling at her feet like a whisper, leaving her in nothing but delicate nude underwear, simple, seamless, and elegant.

Carly turned around in my arms, staring up at me with her brown eyes. I made eye contact with her as I asked, "Are you sure?"

Carly simply nodded as she reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pulled my head down to hers. Her lips met mine with a slow, deliberate hunger. The wine lingered on her tongue, dry, dark, and slightly sweet, mixing with the heat of her breath. Her lips were soft but insistent. Every kiss deepened, her mouth molding to mine, as she pushed me backwards towards her bed.

When my legs hit the bed, we ended the kiss as I sat down on it. I reached for Carly's hips but she took a step back, pushing me down to lay down on her bed. I watched as Carly's fingers moved to the waistband of her panties, thumbs sliding beneath the soft fabric. She eased them down over her hips, slow and fluid, never breaking eye contact. The fabric slipped past her thighs, then fell soundlessly to the floor. She straightened, bare now but unshaken, like she knew exactly the effect she had on me. And she did.

I sat up slightly, breath caught in my throat. Her skin still held the faint warmth of wine, flushed and glowing. My eyes traveled from her toned stomach up to her bra, simple but elegant, barely hiding the shape beneath. She reached behind her back, unhooked it in one practiced motion, then let the straps fall forward and off her arms.

When the bra dropped, I exhaled like I'd been holding my breath the whole time. Carly wasn't showing off, she was opening up. Slowly, she crawled onto the bed, straddling me, her bare skin brushing mine, soft and warm and real. Her lips found mine again, the taste of wine still there, sweet and sharp, like her. I kissed her back, letting my hands finally trace the lines I'd been dreaming about all night.

As we kissed, my hand found her breast, and she moaned into my mouth as I cupped it. Her breast, small and elegant, fit perfectly into my hand as I gently squeezed it over and over. As the same time that her nipple started to harden against my palm, Carly reached down with her hand and I moaned as she finally touched my cock, even if it was through my jeans. Her fingertips wrapped around my hard shaft as much as they could and rubbed it up and down.

I moved my hand to her other breast as I stopped kissing her lips, moving my mouth instead to her neck. I used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipple, beginning to alternate between both of her breasts as Carly quickly unsnapped the button on my jeans and unzipped them. She started to tug them down as she said, "I think these need to come off."

I continued to kiss around her neck, softly sucking her skin into my mouth before letting go, as I lifted my hips up and took my hand off her breast to help take my jeans and boxers off, using my legs and feet to finish kicking them to the floor. Carly wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking it slowly up and down, as she adjusted her body slightly, raising it up so that her breasts were in front of my face. Getting the hint, I stuck my tongue out and licked all over and around her nipples before I sucked one of them into my mouth.

"God, I can't wait to feel this thing inside me," Carly moaned as she looked down at my hard, thick cock with her fingers stretching to wrap around it.

With my lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth, I only responded by reaching down with my hand, using it to gently push her lower body up, and started to rub her vagina with my fingers. As I felt her wetness spreading, Carly moaned louder, her strokes on my cock getting faster as her fingers gripped it tighter.

I found her opening with one of my fingers and gently probed it, pushing past her lower lips and inside her pussy. As I moved my finger in and out of her, Carly exhaled deeply and said, "God, it's been a while since I've been touched like that."

I smiled as I took my mouth off her breasts and said, "How about like this?"

Before she could respond, I rolled us over so that she was flat on the bed, and I was kneeling in between her legs. I quickly pulled my shirt off before I leaned down, inhaled the sweet scent coming from her vagina. I hooked my arms around her legs as she lifted them up, bending her legs at the knee, and planting her feet on the bed. I stuck out my tongue, using it to lick her pussy, flicking it against her clit as it slowly enlarged.

Encouraged by her moans, I pushed my tongue into her pussy, licking all around her insides. With my lips planted on her pussy lips, I hummed against them, sending waves of pleasure into her body. With my tongue darting in and out of her, I brought my hand out from around her leg and used it to rub her vagina, eventually finding her clit and taking it between two of my fingers, gently pulling up and down on it.

"That's it. Right there. Don't stop, Cole, please don't stop," Carly moaned. I looked up to see her chest rising and lowering, her nipples were sticking up, her eyes were closed, as her brown hair framed her pretty face. I stared at her lips for a second, opened up just enough for low moans to escape them and wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my cock.

Focusing back on pleasing her, I pushed my tongue deep into her, still rubbing her clit with my fingers, and watched as she grasped the bedsheets with her hands, clenching them tightly as she got closer and closer. Her legs started to move side-to-side as her hips pressed up, and she moaned that she was coming.

As her orgasm rocked her body, I pinched her clit, and used my tongue to lap at her juices as they poured from her pussy. Carly's moan as she climaxed was still soft, but deep inside her chest, almost like she was holding back. When she lowered her legs back flat on the bed, I sat up again, moving up her body to kiss her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, hoping she enjoyed tasting herself as she parted her lips, moaning again as our tongues swirled around each other.

I had my hands on the bed, close to her head, as she reached down. My cock was hanging down, just above her pussy, and she wrapped her soft hands around it. She gently tugged down on it as I shifted my body, lowering down to press against hers. She guided the tip of my cock into her pussy before letting go. I took over, pushing in deep, as she moved her lips off mine, moaning at my cock stretching out her pussy.

"Fuck, that does feel good," she said. I leaned down, kissing her neck before moving to her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples, as I started to move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her.

I gave each of her nipples one more lick before I pushed myself up, focusing more on fucking her hard and fast. Her moans got louder as I went harder, encouraging me to continue on. She opened her eyes, making contact with mine as she asked, "You've wanted this for a while, haven't you?'

"What makes you say that?" I asked back.

"I've seen you staring at me. And not like most audio guys do. And most guys that I've slept with only want two things from me. A blowjob and to get off and get out. But, you've took care of me first. That means a lot," she explained to me.

"Well, you're not wrong about that," I told her, pulling my cock out to her opening before pushing back in.

"I appreciate it," she responded before closing her eyes again and enjoying my cock sliding in and out of her. "Oh my God, Cole! Fuck. Whenever you want a break, I'll glad you ride you."

I pushed deep inside her a few more times before I pulled out and rolled off her. I put my hand on her hip as she straddled my lap, held my cock up, and easily slipped it back inside her pussy. She moaned as she slid down my shaft, sitting straight up on my groin. I had both of my hands on her hips as she slowly started to move up and down.

Carly had some of the best lwgs in the industry. Long and tan, she must have shaved them that morning because they were incredibly smooth as I began running my hands up and down them. She ran a lot and I could tell as I watched and felt the muscles in her legs helping to raise and lower her body as she rode me.

She shook her head, flipping her hair behind her body, leaving a few strands still on her face. She reached up with her arms, pulling her hair back and getting it all behind her head. "Do you need a hair tie?" I asked, unsure how I would ever get one in my current state.

Carly laughed and said, "Maybe. But then I'm sure you're going to want a blowjob."

I shook my head as I stared up at her, watching her body as she fucked me. "Of course I would like to feel your mouth on me, but I would never demand it or force you to give me one."

I moved my hands up and used them to cup her breasts, squeezing over and over, feeling her nipples rubbing against my palms. Carly closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she moved up and down, giving me a good view of her pussy as my hard cock went in and out of it. I really noticed how enlarged and flush her pussy had gotten as we fucked.

Wondering if she would be louder if she came again, I took one of my hands off her breasts and moved it down to her clit. I placed two fingers on it, pushed a little, and started to move them in a circular motion. "Oh fuck! Yes!" Carly moaned, starting to go harder and faster on my cock. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God!"

This time, as I felt her pussy clenching around my cock, she practically yelled. Saying "fuck" and "aww" in rapid, multiple succession, she kept moving up and down, riding my cock furiously throughout her orgasm. I kept one hand on her hip, the other on her clit, and pushed up with my hips, attempting to bury my cock in her pussy as she climaxed.

When she finally started to come down from it, she opened her eyes up and said, "God, I needed that. Are you close?"

"Keep going like you are and I will be," I told her, moving both of my hands to her hips.

"Just warn me before you do. I would really like it if you didn't cum in me," she said, slowly rolling her hips back and forth as she leaned forward, putting her hands on the bed to support herself.

"I could definitely finish in your mouth," I told her, moving my hands around to her backside, grabbing and squeezing her ass.

Carly laughed and said, "As much as you would enjoy that, I wouldn't. I'm OK if it lands somewhere on me, but not in me."

"Understood," I said as she leaned even farther down, pressing her breasts into my chest, and started to kiss me.

When the kiss ended, we rocked back and forth together, the only sounds being her moans, our moist groins pushing together, and a soft squeak from her bed. We stayed like that, both of us just enjoying the feelings of pleasure, for a few minutes.

When we both opened our eyes again, we each had satisfied smiles on our faces. "I think I could stay like this forever," I told her.

Carly giggled and started to sit up as she said, "I'm sure you could, but my legs couldn't."

"Do you have enough in them for another position?" I asked her.

"Hmm... let's see," she responded, sitting up enough to let my cock slide out of her.

We kissed a little as we shifted positions and I guided Carly to get onto her hands and knees. I kneeled behind her, holding onto my cock as I spread her legs far enough apart to see her wet, swollen opening. The tip of my cock easily slipped back inside her and I kept my hands on her hips as started to thrust my hips back and forth.

Carly leaned her head down, arching her back up as I worked up to a steady pace, slamming into her over and over. I used her hips to move her body back and forth, looking down to watch as my cock slid in and out of her.

It wasn't long before I could feel my climax coming. Not wanting to anger her, I scooted backwards, popping my cock out of her vagina.

I grabbed onto my cock as Carly dropped to her knees and turned around. Her hand pushed mine off and wrapped around my shaft, rubbing it up and down. She leaned forward, looked up to make sure I was watching, and stuck her tongue out. She used it to lick all over my tip and shaft before wrapping her lips around my cock, and started to bob her head up and down.

"Fuck, Carly," I moaned, leaning my head back and enjoying the feeling of her amazing lips on my shaft. When I looked back down, she was easily taking all of me into her mouth, going as fast as she could while making sure I felt every inch of her mouth. "Oh. Baby. Fuck!"

Knowing I was close, Carly took me out of her mouth and just used her hand to stroke my cock. She aimed the tip downwards, towards her chest, while looking up at me, her eyes filled with lust. When I started to orgasm, she moved forward until her breasts were touching my tip, and we both watched as every stroke of her hand, pumped a stream of cum out and onto her.

She moved my cock from side-to-side, spreading my cum around her breasts. When I was done, she rubbed my tip against her nipples, moaning a little. I was taking deep breaths as I stared down at Carly, her breasts covered in my cum.

"That's nice," she said, letting go of my cock and looking down at her chest. "I like it."

"Fuck," I moaned again before I collapsed on the bed.

I went home early the next morning, not wanting to overstay my welcome. Carly had gotten cleaned up, dressed for bed, and we fell asleep cuddling under the covers. Late that morning, I was surprised to see a text from Carly. "Thank you for last night. I really needed a guy that would just take care of me. Can't wait to see you again!"

I was even more surprised when I saw it was accompanied by a picture. It was of her, naked, her breasts covered in my cum, taken in her bathroom the night before.

It was Saturday night, a few weeks after I had hooked up with Carly. We had actually kept up a pretty steady conversation since that night, really opening up to each other. She was back out on the road, so we weren't sure when we would see each other again, but I wasn't going to complain about some of the things she sent me.

For me, every Saturday night meant a night spent at the Ryman, as it was the night of the main Grand Ole Opry show, having been broadcast pretty much every Saturday since 1925. It was a few hours before the show and I was making sure all the artists performing that night were set and ready when the stage manager, a guy named Cory, came up to me.

"Hey, Cole, did you get Alexandra fitted for her pack?" He asked me, leaning up against an audio case.

"Kay?" I asked, glancing down and seeing a pack with the name 'Alexandra Kay' taped to it. As Cory nodded, I said, "No, I haven't seen her."

"Will you go to her dressing room and get it on her? And also, tell her we need her for a sound check ASAP," he finished, turning and leaving before I could respond.

I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the pack before walking down the hallway towards the dressing rooms. Finding the one with her name on it, knocked on it, told her I was the audio guy, and what I needed to do. A second later, Alexandra opened the door and invited me in.

She was alone in her dressing room, appearing to be finishing up her make up. Wearing a cream-colored mini-dress with spaghetti strings, her blonde hair was in loose, flowing waves. "Where would you like me to clip your pack to?" I asked, looking her body up and down, both admiring it and looking for somewhere for the pack. For as hot as she looked, wearing a dress was a bit of a pain for my job.

"I have a waistband on under the dress," she said, turning around and slightly lifting up her dress.

I reached out, lifting it up a little more, averting my eyes from staring at the thin, lace underwear she had on, eventually finding the waistband, and clipped the pack to it. I threaded the cable up along her spine, causing her to giggle as I tucked it under her waves of hair. I adjusted the wire where it peeked out near her neck, my fingers brushing her shoulders.

"Your hands are very professional," she said, pulling the in-ear monitor over her shoulder.

"Thanks. Always try to be," I responded, turning to leave.

"Hey, before you go, can you adjust the pack? It's poking my back," she said, lifting up her dress again. As I reached for it to see what was poking her, she said, "While you're there, I would be OK if you weren't as professional and went a little lower."