Country Stars & Dirty Secrets vol 7

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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. 7- LAUREN ALAINA & KYLIE MORGAN

I ended up spending one more night than I had planned down in South Carolina, making a frantic drive home to make sure I made my shift at the Opry that Tuesday night. I had overbooked myself that week, making up for the time I had missed while at the beach, and by the time that Sunday rolled around and I had a break, my apartment was completely void of anything resembling food.

So, I found myself at a Publix in Brentwood, late at night, attempting to not overspend on an empty stomach, when I heard somebody call my name.

I was reaching for a bag of oranges when I heard somebody say, "Well, Cole Anders... I wasn't expecting to run into you tonight."

I looked up to the other side of the display of fresh fruit to see the beautiful, radiant face of Lauren Alaina staring back at me. She looked softer than I remembered, but in the best way. That loose denim jumpsuit hugged her hips and thighs, and her blonde curls fell perfectly over her shoulders. A white tank peeked out underneath, and she had this glow to her, like somebody who had given birth a few months ago, like she had.

When I had moved to Nashville ten years earlier, Lauren was one of the first artists that I had really gotten to know and we had hooked up a few times. It was a brief fling while she was taking a break from the relationship she was in at the time but it never evolved into more for us. Over the years, I had seen her a few times, but it was always cordial and professional. And between her being pregnant and going on tour away from Nashville, I hadn't seen her for a while.

"Hi, Lauren. Congratulations on the baby. You look amazing. How did you manage to sneak away without her?" I asked, setting the bag of oranges into my cart.

"It wasn't easy," Lauren said. "But, Cam wanted some alone time with her and suggested that I get out of the house for a bit."

"Well, I'm glad you did. It's good to see you," I told her as I moved my cart to her side of the display.

"It's good to see you too. What have you been up to?" She asked, leaning over the cart and giving me a view down her shirt. She smiled as she caught me looking, but didn't move or try to cover herself up.

We talked for a few minutes longer before going our separate ways but we ran into each other a few more times as we shopped and we ended up in separate check stands at the same time, walking out of the store together.

We laughed as we figured out that our cars were parked next to each other and Lauren said, "I guess it was fate that we ran into each other."

"No kidding," I said, helping her load her groceries into the back of her compact SUV. "Guess if you wanted to stay out a little longer, we could go get a coffee or something. But I'm sure you want to get back to your baby."

"Yes, I do. But a coffee also sounds good, besides it being nine o'clock at night. Got any other night caps in mind?" Lauren said, once again leaning against the cart as I now loaded my groceries.

"I can think of a few," I teased, making sure she knew what I meant.

"Still live close by?" She asked.

"Nope, moved a few miles away. Wanna follow me?" I asked as I grabbed both carts and went to put them away.

"Yes, I do," she quietly said.

As I drove to my apartment, I started to think about what Lauren's intentions were. While my mind instantly went to sex, I thought that she probably wasn't ready for that yet, having just given birth. So, as we pulled into my complex, I was fully prepared for Lauren to just want some company to talk to and hang out with. Feel like a normal person for a minute.

And so I was surprised when, after helping me bring in my groceries, Lauren stepped close to me and gave me a quick kiss. Quickly followed by another one. And another. And another. Our lips stayed in contact as we made our way to my couch, falling onto it as we made out like teenagers.

Her hand found my groin and rubbed my growing cock through the basketball shorts I had on. I sat up on the couch as Lauren pulled away from me and slipped onto her knees on the floor in front of me. As she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts, I said her name, but she sat up, kissed me again, and said, "Shh. I need this."

I nodded my head as I lifted up my hips, letting her slide my shorts and boxers down to my ankles. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, rubbing up and down as I finished growing to my full hardness. She smiled before wrapping her lips around my cock and began bobbing her head up and down.

Lauren could easily take me deep into her throat and she didn't hesitate to as she kept her hand wrapped around my shaft, moving it up and down along with her mouth. "Fuck, Lauren, I forgot how good your mouth is," I told her, putting my hands on her head and pulling her hair back, getting it out of her face.

She moaned around my shaft, her eyes staring up at me as she went up and down. Taking me out of her mouth, but still using her hand, she said, "I forgot how thick you were. You're still the best tit fuck I've ever had."

"Wanna replay that memory?" I asked, looking at her cleavage.

Lauren laughed and said, "You can look at them, but not touch. With your hands or cock or we'll have a mess."

I understood what she meant as she slipped both straps of her jumpsuit off her shoulders. The denim sagged around her waist, exposing the white tank beneath. Then, slowly, she tugged the tank up, and her bra with it, until her breasts spilled free.

As Lauren went back to blowing me with her mouth, I noticed how much bigger her breasts had gotten over the years. While they had always been good sized, they had swollen up after giving birth and I was itching to touch them, despite her warning. With Lauren watching my every movement, I reached down with my hands, softly touching, rubbing, and squeezing the sides of her breasts, being careful to avoid the nipples.

Taking my hands off her breasts, I put them back on her head, helping to guide her up and down my shaft. I moaned as she buried her nose in my groin, running her tongue around my shaft inside her mouth. "Fuck," I moaned again, slowly rising and lowering my hips. "I'm close."

Lauren moved her lips to the tip of my cock, still applying a little bit of suction with them as she used her tongue to lick all of it. Her hand went up and down my shaft, twisting around it, as she continued to stare up at me with her pretty eyes. I warned her again as I started to orgasm, letting out a loud grunt as I started to shoot cum down her throat.

When Lauren felt the first drop hit the back of her mouth, she slid a few more inches of my cock into her mouth. Her hand went up and down, pumping out the cum for her to swallow. I had closed my eyes as I orgasmed, but opened them as I neared the end to see that Lauren had closed hers, had a little bit of cum spilling out the side of her mouth, and was slowly moving her hand and mouth up and down.

"Remind me to go Publix more often," I said with a laugh as she took me out of her mouth and licked her lips clean. I watched as Lauren pulled her bra and tank top down before pulling her jumpsuit back up onto her shoulders. I offered out a hand to help her stand up and she took it.

"Give it a few weeks and we'll be able to do more than just a blowjob," she said.

"Got it," I said, standing up from the couch. "Two Sundays from now, be at Publix around nine at night."

"It's a date," Lauren said before turning to leave.

As July rolled into August, work at the Opry stayed just as crazy. The Opry is celebrating its 100th year in 2025 and, while we had spent a few months at the Ryman, had moved back to our permanent home at The Grand Ole Opry House, twelve miles to the east of the Ryman Auditorium and downtown Nashville.

The third Saturday of the month, another one of my favorite people to work with, Kylie Morgan, was on the show. Kylie, while pretty well-known around the industry, had really yet to break through the mainstream, but that hadn't dampened her spirits. She had recently gone through a divorce and been dropped from her record deal, going independent again. I had heard a few of her recent songs, plus got a brief glimpse of her show at the CMA Fest, and I was excited for her future.

I was even more excited when Kylie walked out of her dressing room and came to the side of the stage to get her monitor put on. While I had seen her at the soundcheck earlier that day, she still greeted me with a hug before turning for me to hook the monitor into the red bandana skirt she had on.

"Careful back there. Better not sneak a peek," she teased me, glancing back to make sure I didn't pull her skirt too far off her body.

I laughed as I clipped the monitor on and ran the cable from it up the back of her white top and clipped the cable to it. She turned to face me and I briefly did look at her cleavage, as the top was knotted under her chest, pressing her breasts up and together. Kylie was known for having a gymnastics background and for doing yoga, so her flat, toned abs were on full display. She pushed her in-ear pieces into the cable I gave her, we double-checked the sound, I handed her a microphone, and she walked out onto the stage, her red boots making a statement as she waved to the crowd.

Kylie sounded great as she played a couple of her songs and got a standing ovation at the end of her set. She joined the rest of the artists at the end of the show to sing, "Will the Circle be Unbroken," a tradition since the Opry started.

After the show ended, I luckily didn't have too much to clean up and left the building pretty quickly. But, as I walked out of the employee's entrance, I heard a commotion coming from the artist's entrance and when I looked over, I saw a small group of fans surrounding Kylie, who looked like she couldn't get away.

I started to make my way over there to see if I could help, right as a few security guards walked out as well. The fans, who must have been drunk, started to get into it with the guards, so I grabbed Kylie's wrist, and pulled her back into the building.

"Thanks," Kylie said, a little shaken from the encounter.

"Of course," I said as I led her to the employee breakroom, where I knew I could get her a drink and hopefully calm her nerves. "You can stay in here until they get that cleared up," I told her, handing her a bottle of water before telling her I was going to go check it out.

When I walked back outside, I was shocked to see that a few police officers had shown up. After talking to a security guard, I found out that some of the so-called fans started arguing with the guards, but a nearby officer saw it happen and stepped in immediately. I asked if they needed anything from me or Kylie and when told no, I went back into the Opry to tell her.

Kylie was amazed when I told her about it and glad when I told her the police didn't need us. She was sitting down on a chair as I stood a few feet away from her when she said, "So, does this happen often here?"

"Not really. Maybe once or twice a year," I told her, putting my hands on my hips.

"Do you normally get this excited when it happens?" She asked and I gave her a confused look. She pointed to my crotch, where I was sporting an obvious hard-on.

I turned red that she had noticed and quickly turned to try to adjust it while apologizing. "Sorry. I'm not sure what happened. Random and embarrassing," I tried to talk my way out of it.

"Oh. I just figured you got turned on playing hero. I was kind of flattered," she said, smiling but with a hint of disappointment.

"I mean, I definitely did get a rush saving you," I admitted to her.

"Are you seeing anybody, Cole?" Kylie asked me and I shook my head. "Why not?"

I laughed as I thought about all the fun I had been having the last few months. Sleeping with eight female country artists in four months? Absolutely insane. I had no idea how I gotten so lucky. "Too busy, I guess. Hasn't been a priority," I finally responded.

"I've been having a lot more fun since the divorce," Kylie said, her voice dropping slightly. "Especially when it's spontaneous... and a little risky."

I gulped big before asking, "Yeah? What kind of risky are we talking?"

"Does the door to here lock?" She asked, standing up from the couch.

I shook my head as I said, "But I know somewhere that does. Or my apartment is pretty close."

Kylie walked up close to me, placed her hand on my groin, and asked, "Why don't you show me where?"

I nodded before stepping back and walking out of the breakroom, Kylie right behind me. I maneuvered us around the backstage area of the Opry, saying hi to a few of the remaining workers before finding the dressing rooms. I found one that looked like it had already been cleaned, watched Kylie as she walked through the door, and shut and locked it after entering into the room.

I turned back to face Kylie as she reached for the knot of her top and pulled it loose. As it fell apart, I saw that she had on a thin red bra, barely holding in her medium-sized breasts. She shrugged the white top off before stepping up to me, leaning up to kiss my lips.

As I returned the kiss, Kylie once again put her hand on my groin, this time being joined by her other hand. As one hand rubbed my shaft, her other hand started to undo my pants. I put one hand on her hip while my other hand went to her breast, cupping and squeezing one before moving to the other and squeezing it.

When Kylie got my hard, thick cock out, she wrapped her hand around it, rubbing it up and down. I moved her bra down, revealing her breasts, pinching both nipples before ending the kiss and moving down. I kissed her back briefly before going to her breasts. With one hand cupping one, I stuck out of my tongue and licked her nipples, one at a time.

Kylie moaned as I moved my mouth between her breasts. I moved my hand off her hip down, pulling her skirt out and up until I could slip my hand under it, where I began to rub her panty-covered groin. We made our way over to the make-up table, where I squatted down, reaching between her legs with my hands to pull her underwear down, smiling as I saw a red lace thong come into view from her skirt.

"Really? A thong under a skirt at the Opry? You're daring," I told her, kissing her inner leg.

"Told ya, since my divorce, I love the risk," she said, moaning as I went under her skirt. I kissed her bare pussy, darting my tongue past her lower lips when she said, "Alright, get up here and fuck me. I'm sure they'll be coming around soon to make sure the building is clear.

I stood back up as Kylie turned around. Looking back at me, Kylie lifted one leg up and placed it on the make-up table, making me open my eyes wide as she laughed. "I might be thirty, but you can thank the gymnastics and yoga for this."

I shook my head as I laughed and stepped up behind her. I guided my cock into her with one hand while placing my other hand on her hip. Once inside, I let go of my shaft, and pushed my cock deep into her, listening to moan as I stretched her out. With both my hands now on her hips, I started thrusting back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her.

"Is this risky enough for you?" I teased her, moving my hand to her butt and softly spanking her cheeks before cupping and squeezing them.

Kylie was pushing back against me, remaining perfectly balanced with her leg on the table as she responded, "I guess we could have done it in the breakroom or outside, but this works. Have you fucked after an Opry show before?"

"Once or twice," I told her.

"Recently?" She asked.

"Not in this building, but at the Ryman," I explained.

"That's hot," she responded.

I continued slamming into her over and over as I moved my hand around to her front, cupping and squeezing her breasts again. "I knew wearing this top again would be dangerous." I asked what she meant and she said, "I wore this same outfit a few weeks ago at a concert. Had pretty much the same thing happen afterwards."

"You hooked up with the audio guy?" I asked her, using my fingers to rub her nipples.

"Wasn't an audio guy. And his cock wasn't nearly as good. Jesus, that feels amazing," she moaned as she arched her back, nearly falling off the table.

My cock did end up slipping out as she lowered her leg down. She immediately turned around, grabbed on to my cock with her hand, and stroked it as we walked to the couch. I sat down on it as Kylie straddled my groin, easily lowering herself back down my shaft. We shared a brief, passionate kiss as she rolled her hips, but it ended when she started bounce on my cock.

"Fuck, Kylie, fucking ride me," I moaned as I leaned back on the couch, enjoying watching her as she went up and down. She lifted her arms up, pulling her hair up and out of her face as she stayed expertly balanced on my cock.

I reached up with my arms and put my hands on her breasts, squeezing them over and over as she bounced on my shaft. Her hard nipples rubbed against my palms as she went up and down. "Wanna do something that I bet you've never done with anybody else?"

I nodded yes and watched as Kylie untucked her right leg out from under her. She rose up until just my tip was in it, then stretched out her right leg, keeping it on the couch. Making sure she had her balance, she stretched out her left leg, also keeping it on the couch. Putting her hands on my stomach, she lowered back down on my cock, and started bouncing up and down again.

"Holy fuck," I moaned, looking down at her stretched out groin to see my cock going in and out of her pussy.

Kylie laughed as she continued to bounce on me, legs stretched out. "That's usually how guys react."

"I can imagine. What else can you do?" I asked her, my eyes not leaving her body.

"In here? Probably not much more then I've done. Get me in a bed and I'll really blow your mind," Kylie said, finally having to pull her legs back under her.

"Let's go," I said, putting my hands back on her hips.

"We'll definitely have to another night," she said.

She continued to ride me as I started to push up with my hips, meeting her as she came down. Her moans were getting louder as she leaned forward, pressing her naked body on mine. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I felt her pussy clenching around my cock as she started to orgasm.

Her riding slowed down as she climaxed, so with my arm wrapped around her waist, I stood up and spun us around. My cock slipped out of Kylie as I laid her down on the couch. I grabbed one of her legs and lifted it high in the air. I kneeled on the couch and my cock easily went back into her. I started thrusting back and forth, working up to a hard and fast pace as her moans filled the room.

Watching her breasts bounce and sway, her tight abs as she pushed her hips up, and her eyes rolling into the back of her head, I could feel my climax coming. "If you don't want me to finish in you, you better say it now."

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Just do it."

I looked up into the lights of the room as I started to orgasm. Closing my eyes, I pushed deep into her, moaning as my cock exploded, sending my cum inside her pussy. We both slowly moved our hips back and forth, pumping my cock for all it was worth.

When I was done, I pulled out of her, leaving a trail of our mixed juices from her pussy to my cock. We were both breathing deeply as we opened our eyes, sharing a moment as we looked at each other. "Remind me to thank those guys if they're still outside," she said with a laugh.

"No kidding," I agreed with her. "Just glad I could be there to help."

"I'm sure you are," she said, starting to move off the couch and putting her clothes back on.

"So, back to my place?" I hopefully asked.

Kylie laughed as she pulled her thong and skirt back up. "I'll have to take a raincheck. I gotta fly out early in the morning."

"I can give you a ride," I suggested with one last ditch effort.

Kylie laughed as she fixed her bra and tied her top back together. She walked up to me, put her hand on my cheek, gave me a quick kiss, and said, "I promise, this won't be the only time. Now, walk me outside and make sure I actually make it to my car this time."

"Gladly," I told her as I stood up and quickly got dressed.