Country Girls & Dirty Secrets

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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. 14- MIRANDA LAMBERT

I didn't respond to Carly's text. Didn't see a point in it. I was a little hurt, wondering why she couldn't just tell me, but whatever. Part of me wondered if she found out about the amount of girls I had been sleeping with, but if that was it, why not just say it? Or ghost me completely? Why leave me wondering?

I tried not to let it bother me as the next week was Thanksgiving, an incredibly busy week at the Opry. In addition to our regular shows, the Opry was also hosted and sponsoring plenty of Thanksgiving events, luncheons, and dinners. I didn't have to work any of them, since there wasn't any live audio, but I liked to volunteer my time, helping to set everything up and to pass food, anything really to help out the community.

The day after Thanksgiving, while most people were out shopping, the Opry was teaming with Miranda Lambert's animal charity, MuttNation, to host a pet adoption event. I was assigned one task that day to help out...carrying bags of dog food, either to a table or out to somebody's car, with most of the bags weighing fifty pounds.

As I worked that day, I kept seeing little glimpses of Miranda, as she ran around, talking and taking pictures with the fans, helping out whenever needed, and just doing her thing.

At one point, mid-morning, Miranda was close to my table, filming a short interview for social media. She had her blonde hair done in two braids, a ball cap pulled low over her face, and a smile that lit up the room. Wearing a pair of loose, faded denim overalls with the knees shredded open and frayed at the seams, a white fitted tee was underneath them, clinging to her body just enough to show off the curves I remembered so well from March. A turquoise smart watch clung to her wrist, opposite a worn bandana tied around her neck in a splash of blue and floral.

I stayed in the background of their video, putting bags of dog food either on a table or handing them out, trying to keep my eyes away from Miranda, but being pulled back as she bent down to pet a dog.

When her short interview was done and the camera crew walked off, presumably to edit and post the video, Miranda turned, caught my eye, and waved. "Glad to see you out here actually doing some real work," she teased after a quick hug.

"Right? I don't know what I was thinking. Arms will probably be too dead tomorrow to even pick up a monitor," I told her with a laugh.

"You got your eyes on anything here to take home? I can pull some strings, if you want," she said, looking around at all the pets still available.

"There's one thing I want here to take home, but I'm pretty sure she's already off the market," I said flirtatiously, low enough that only Miranda heard.

She giggled and looked around before saying, "Oh really now? I don't see any signs for a dog that is already claimed."

"Maybe I wasn't talking about a dog," I responded, putting another bag of dog food down.

"Oh yeah? I don't see Ella Langley or Hailey Whitters around anywhere," she teased, still looking around. "Maybe I can help you find them? What do they look like?"

"Blonde hair. About five four. Spent the entire summer looking like a snack," I said before leaning closer to her ear. "And with a taste that I haven't stopped thinking about since March."

Miranda giggled and turned red before saying, "Too bad you weren't out on tour with us during the summer. Could have had lots of fun."

"You're not the first person to tell me they wish I was out on tour with them," I responded.

"So I've heard. Apparently you are quite the popular guy right now," her blue eyes shining under her ball cap. She looked around before saying, "Tell them that you're taking a lunch in twenty minutes and that you'll be back in an hour. I'll meet you in the parking lot."

Before I could respond, Miranda turned and walked away. I smiled as I picked up another bag of dog food and put it on the table.

Twenty minutes later, I was walking outside, glancing around for Miranda, and finding her already standing next to my truck. I opened the passenger door and helped her inside before walking around to the driver's side and getting in. "Where to?" I asked, assuming she didn't want to do anything in the parking lot during the day.

"Isn't your place close by?" She asked, her hand already on my leg, fingers inching towards my groin.

"Yes, it is," I answered, already putting the truck in drive.

By the time we arrived at my apartment, I was rock hard and bursting at the seams. I let her walk through the door first, wrapping my arms around her waist as soon as I shut it. She put her hands on my hands, moaning as I leaned down and started to kiss her neck. I pressed my groin against her butt, letting her feel my hard-on, as we walked to my bedroom.

Miranda's ball cap fell off as she turned around in my arms and our lips met to kiss passionately. I moved my hands down to her butt, squeezing it through her overalls as her hands worked to quickly pull my belt out from my jeans, and pushed my jeans and boxers down to the floor, leaving my cock exposed.

Ending the kiss as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, Miranda moaned, "Hmm, yeah, I definitely could have used this while out on tour."

"Those skirts you were wearing had my mind running wild," I said, kissing her neck until she sat down on the bed.

"I'm guessing you saw the video of my ass poking out?" Miranda asked as she stroked my cock and stuck out her tongue to lick around my tip.

"Of course," I told her.

"Yeah...it got pushed up a little higher than I thought. And the thong I normally wear got ruined. I'm surprised there wasn't a video of cum dripping down my leg," she said as she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob her head, easily taking my long, thick shaft down her throat.

"Jesus, Miranda," I moaned as I watched her blowing me.

She took her hand off my shaft, using just her mouth, as she untied the bandana from around her neck and dropped it to the floor. I continued to watch as she unhooked the straps holding up her overalls, letting them drop to her waist. I pulled my shirt off as Miranda put her hand back around my shaft, jacking me off at the same speed as her mouth.

I ran my fingers over the top of her head, helping to softly guide her mouth up and down my cock. Wanting to get inside another one of her holes, I pulled her off me after a few minutes, and leaned down to kiss her. As we kissed, I grabbed onto the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, my hands instantly finding her breasts, squeezing them over the pink sports bra she had on.

As we made out, we scooted backwards on the bed, until Miranda's head was laying on the pillows and I was on top of her, moving my groin back and forth, pressing my hard cock into her overalls.

Ending the kiss, Miranda said, "This would work better if we were both naked."

I laughed as I pushed myself above her. I grabbed onto her overalls and started to pull them down her body, smiling when I saw that she didn't have any underwear on, remembering that she told me that she hated wearing it. I tossed the overalls to the floor as she took off her bra. Her breasts were full, perfectly shaped, the kind that curved high and natural, round enough to fill both his hands but soft enough to make him forget how to breathe. Her skin was flushed from going down on me, her lips still wet, her chest rising with every slow breath. I reached down, cupping one breast and brushing my thumb across her nipple, grinning when it instantly stiffened. "Goddamn, you're unreal," I said as I moved back up the bed, moaning as she reached between us, guiding my cock into her pussy.

I let go of her breasts when she let go of my cock and we both moaned as I pushed forward, my thick cock filling her up. I started to move back and forth slowly, putting my hands next to her body to support myself.

"Does this beat tossing dog food bags around?" Miranda asked in between moans as I went a little harder and faster.

"I'll throw a thousand pounds of dog food if it means I get to fuck you," I responded, looking down to watch her breasts bouncing with every movement.

"Oh, whatever. I'm sure this old pussy is nothing compared to the young ones you've been hitting," she responded, a glint in her eyes.

"Yeah? Like who?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Ella. Maren. Kelsea. Megan. Hailey. Kylie. Should I go on?" She said, sounding pretty confident.

"You seem pretty confident in knowing who I've slept with," I said, going even harder and faster into her.

Miranda smirked through a moan, her hands gripping the bed sheets as I pounded into her. "Oh, I know exactly who you've been with. These girls talk. And let's be real, Cole, it's not like you're that discreet about it."

"Good thing you don't know about the rest," I teased her as I felt her hips pushing up

"Or maybe I do?" She teased as she rolled her hips up, pushing me off her and onto my back. She quickly straddled my groin, sliding my cock back into her pussy. She put her hands on my arms, pinning me to the bed as she raised her hips up and down, sliding her pussy on my shaft.

"Like, Alexandra Kay?" She teased as she went down.

"Or Lindsay Ell?" Her breasts were bouncing around freely as she rode me, my eyes glued to them.

"Sara Evans? That was an interesting one to find out about." She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of my thick cock as she fucked me, letting go of my arms and moving her hands to the bed.

"And, of course, Maddie, Tae, and RaeLynn couldn't keep their mouths shut when I saw them the other day," Miranda finished, her words turning to moans as she went up and down, her wide hips and thick ass slamming down on my cock over and over, breasts nearly hitting her face, her pigtails going wild.

I reached between us, cupping her breasts with my hands, squeezing them tightly as she rode me. Her nipples were rubbing on my palms as she went up and down on my cock, bouncing with effortless rhythm, her body moving like it was made for this, each rise and fall dragging me deeper and deeper.

I was pushing my hips up into her, meeting her as she came down. Miranda pushed off me, sitting up straighter on my cock, pulling herself up to my tip before sliding back down. I put my hands on her hips, more wanting just to touch her body then to help her out.

"Maybe we should have waited to do this after the event was over," Miranda said, moaning as she rode me.

"Don't want to go back now?" I said, moving my hands over her legs and body.

"Nope. Might not be able to walk after this, especially if I stay on top," she said.

"I'll gladly take back over," I said.

"Do it."

I sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist as I flipped us around. My cock slipped out but I easily got it back inside, helped by how wet we both were. I started to thrust back and forth, hard and fast as Miranda wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her thighs digging into my sides as she helped to pull me deep inside her. Over and over we went, our bodies rocking together, her moans filling the room.

I could feel my orgasm coming, building up inside me. I lowered myself down on top of Miranda, wrapping my arms around her neck as her lips pulled me in as close as possible. My cock was jackhammering in and out of her, hard and fast.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Miranda moaned over and over, until I pushed in as deep as possible, and grunted as my cock erupted inside her. I was held paralyzed by my orgasm, moaning as I felt my cock pulsing inside her, cum shooting out with every pulse. Miranda continued to roll her hips up and down, rocking my body for me, pumping my cock in and out of her.

Our lips met in a passionate embrace and we kissed as I came down from my orgasm and we unwrapped our legs and arms from each other. When the kiss ended and I rolled off her, I started to move down to in between her legs but Miranda put her hand on my head to stop me.

"You don't have to do that. We need to get back anyway," she said.

"Later?" I asked and Miranda agreed. We continued to lay together for a few minutes before we slowly got up, got dressed, and drove back to the pet adoption event.

Once back at the Opry, I quickly lost sight of Miranda, as she went into the sea of people and animals. I got back to work with the dog food, taking it off a pallet and putting it on a table for folks to grab. When the event finally ended, the last few people left, and the building was locked, leaving only the volunteers left, I started to help clean up, moving kennels and cages to trucks, putting leftover food back on pallets, and folding up chairs and tables.

"You off work tonight or do you gotta stay?" I heard a voice ask and turned to see Miranda standing close by.

"I'm off. There's a show tonight, but I said no," I told her.

"So you'll be home later on?" She said, her hands tucked into the pockets of her overalls.

"Yeah, I will be," I said, hoping she was going where I thought she was.

"Good. I got a dinner to go with some managers from the record label, then I'll be over. If that's OK," she said.

"Of course. I'll be waiting," I responded.

Later that night, I was sitting on my couch when I heard a knock at my apartment. I opened the door and let Miranda in, quickly shutting the door behind her.

I let out a low wolf whistle, impressed by her change, somehow going from looking like a woman who would throw down on a farm in her overalls, to a woman who could wine and dine with the best of them. She had changed into a deep camel-brown suede mini dress with a plunging neckline, connected by an intricate lace-up design. Fringe accents run along the outer arms, adding playful movement when she walks or gestures. Around the hips, turquoise stone embellishments form delicate floral patterns, giving the outfit a pop of color and a unique flair.

She kicked off her boots by the door and took off the wide-brimmed, light beige cowboy hat she was wearing, handing it to me to hang up on the coat hook just inside my door.

"How was dinner?" I asked her as she looked around at my apartment.

"It was alright. Just the big wigs trying to impress more big wigs. Been to a thousand of them and they grow old fast. Luckily, I had this to look forward to," she told me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to kiss her.

I returned her kiss as I wrapped my arms around her waist. We once again walked to my bedroom, falling onto the bed and making out like teenagers. Instead of laying directly on top of her, I was more to her side, allowing me to move my hand up and down her body. I moved my hand over her breasts, her side, her stomach, moving up and down as our lips parted and our tongues swirled together.

When she moaned into my mouth and started to open her legs a little wider, I squeezed her breast with my hand, then moved down to the bottom of her dress. I slipped my hand under it, pushing it up, my fingers moving up her inner thigh. I briefly stopped right before reaching her groin, causing Miranda to pull her lips away from me and say, "Don't stop."

I was surprised to find that the dress fit her a lot looser than it looked and it easily slid up over her waist as I pushed my hand up farther. When I found her clean-shaven, bare vagina, I asked, "Isn't it daring to go to a dinner with a bunch of big wigs and not have any underwear on?"

I rubbed my fingers over her pussy lips and started to kiss her neck as she answered, "Let's just say, I've closed more than one deal by not wearing anything underneath a dress. Less mess. Easier access. Makes it go by faster."

She was starting to get wet at my touch and I used my fingers to spread her juices around as I kissed her neck. Miranda moaned and started to loosen the laces around her chest as she started to breath deeper. She closed her eyes when I slipped a finger past her lower lips and started to move it in and out of her, quickening my speed every time.

I used my other hand to help loosen her dress, watching as Miranda pulled her arms out of her sleeves and pushed the dress down, revealing a nude bra with a neckline that perfectly matched the dress now bunched up around her waist. I briefly moved my head away from her chest as she took off her bra.

If I had to rank all the breasts I had seen over the last year, Miranda's would definitely rank towards the top. The perfect size and shape, they were more than a handful, and I was ecstatic to get to see and play with them for the second time today. Keeping my finger going in and out of her, I stuck out my tongue and licked around the nipple closest to me before wrapping my lips around it and pulling it into my mouth. Miranda moaned, shifting more onto her back as she spread her legs open more. She put her hand on the back of my head, helping to guide me between her breasts as I kissed, licked, and sucked on both of them.

I inserted a second finger into her pussy, easily pulling them in and out, pushing in deep and making a "come here" motion with them, being encouraged by her moans and her body movements. I lost myself in her breasts, my tongue and lips moving all over them. I glanced up at her face, her eyes closed shut, the look of heaven on it, her lips parted as she moaned loudly.

Her hips started to slowly move up and down as I fingered her, getting her closer and closer to an orgasm. "Fuck, go use your tongue," Miranda moaned, using her hand on my head to push me down. I moved down her body until I was laying in between her legs and started to lick around her pussy with my tongue, keeping my fingers inside her.

With her keeping her hands on my head and holding me in place, I slowly sucked each of her pussy lips into my mouth, briefly planting a kiss on her clit before moving to the other side, and ran my tongue up and down them. "Fuck! Yes, Cole! Right there!" Miranda moaned as I got my lips and tongue closer to her clit, flicking it back and forth upon reaching it. I kept my fingers moving in and out of her as I sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Right there. So close. Yes. Cole! Yes!" I felt Miranda's hand gripping my hair tightly, holding my face to her pussy, as her hips came up, moving side-to-side. Her pussy was clenching around my fingers as she orgasmed, a loud moaning escaping from her lips as she spilled her juices onto my bed. I kept the pressure up on both her clit and her pussy with my mouth and my fingers until she took a deep breath and released her grip on me.

"Wow, that is just what I needed," Miranda said as she recovered.

"Yeah? I'm glad I could help," I told her as I moved up her body, kissing as I went. When I reached her lips, she returned my kiss as her hand went down to my groin, rubbing my hard cock through my pants.

"I'm surprised this thing hasn't ripped through your jeans," Miranda said, ending the kiss as she unzipped them, slipping her hand inside, and wrapping it around my shaft after getting inside my boxers.

"I guess I was paying too close attention to you and getting you to cum to realize it," I told her, rolling onto my back and pushing my jeans down.

"Whatever," Miranda giggled, stroking my shaft. "I bet the entire time your tongue was in me, you were wishing it was your cock."

"Maybe once or twice," I confessed.

"Let's make it happen," Miranda said, letting go of my cock. "Just let me get this dress off."

I watched as she stood up from the bed and took her dress off. I took the chance to finish disrobing as well, throwing my boxers and shirt to the floor. I stood up from the bed, wrapping my arms around her naked body and pulling her close to me. We started to make out again as my cock rubbed against her groin and her breasts pressed against my chest.