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. 8- HAILEY WHITTERS & CARLY PEARCE

As busy as I was, and liked being, I always tried to keep at least one night a week free. That night usually fell on a Thursday, as it was between Opry shows and before the weekend. Of course, since I loved country music and I lived in Nashville, I usually ended up at a bar to watch a new artist sing or at some kind of concert or show.

The first Thursday in September, I found myself across the street from The Grand Ole Opry House at a little bar called The Nashville Palace. Usually the home to up-and-coming artists hoping to play across the street, every once in a while, a bigger named artist played there. Tonight, I was there to see Hailey Whitters perform.

Hailey stepped into the spotlight in a pink gingham dress that looked like it belonged in a country fairytale, ruffled, embroidered, and just flirty enough to stop a man's heart. Her blonde hair was half-up in a soft bow, and the sheer sleeves gave her an old-school charm that somehow felt bold under the stage lights. The white boots hit above her knees, commanding attention with every stomp.

I was enjoying the concert, singing along to the songs that I knew, when Hailey started to have problems with her monitor and in-ear monitor. I saw her attempting to let her audio guy know and watched him as he tried to fix it, both from his audio panel and by running onto the stage and messing with her pack.

As the problem continued on through her next few songs, the professional in me started wondering if I should go help. I quickly walked to the backstage area, was let back by someone I knew, and went to the side of the stage, where the audio person, a guy I knew named Greg, was furiously trying to fix the problem.

"Hey, Greg, what's going on?" I asked as I came up on his side.

Greg looked over at me, trying to figure out who I was. "Oh, Cole, thank fuck. Hailey is getting a ton of static in her ear, plus it's the wrong mix. I can't figure out what the hell is going on."

He told me what he had already tried and I asked if I could jump in. "Gladly," he said. With Hailey in between songs, I walked onto the stage and behind her as she talked to the crowd.

"Hey, I'm just going to adjust something on your pack," I told her. I found the antenna for the pack and adjusted it slightly before asking, "Any more static?"

Hailey shook her head no, stepped back from the microphone and said, "I can't hear myself at all in my in-ear. All I hear is guitar."

"I got you," I told her before walking off the stage and back up to Greg. "Static is fixed. Any luck with the sound levels?"

"Nope. I got the guitar turned all the way down, her vocals up, and she said it hasn't changed. I even went the other way, turning guitar down and vocals up to see if the wires were crossed, but no luck," Greg responded, visibly getting frustrated. We talked through a couple scenarios before I kneeled down, looking at the wires coming from the soundboard as Hailey, ever the professional, launched into the next song.

"Everything looks good down here. Let me go check something else," I told Greg. I messed with a few more of the controls and wires before walking back out on the stage. With Hailey singing one of her hits, I calmly unhooked her in-ear monitor, pulled them off her ears, and quickly switched them out for a new pair. "Try these and let me know," I told her.

I stayed on stage, ducking out of sight next to the drummer, as Hailey put the new pair of in-ears in, and sang a few lines. When she turned to me and gave me a thumbs up, I made my way off the stage, told Greg what I did, and went back to my spot in the crowd to enjoy the rest of the show.

After the show, I went backstage to talk to Greg and was surprised to see that Hailey was still back there.

"Hey, Cole, Greg said that you just randomly appeared to help him out? Were you at the Opry?" Hailey asked after giving me a quick hug.

I laughed and said, "Actually, it's my day off. I just happened to be in the crowd when I saw you and Greg struggling."

"Well, I'm glad you were here. I owe you one," Hailey said as Greg thanked me as well.

"It was no problem. Hell, if it wasn't my job, I wouldn't have even known. You sounded amazing," I told her, getting Hailey to laugh.

"I still owe you. And Greg. Dinner, next time I'm in town?" She asked, confirming with both of us that it sounded good before she turned and left.

The next day, I was getting ready to work a show at another bar in town when I received a text from Carly. "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?"

"Working at the Opry. What's up?"

"I have a gig in Radcliff, Kentucky, and since it's just a one night thing, I don't really want to take my tour bus up there. Plus, it's getting some work done before I go back out. If you weren't busy, I was going to ask you to drive up there with me," she responded back.

"I'll make it worth your while," said another text a minute later.

I quickly called Greg, seeing if he could fill in for me at the Opry. He said yes.

"I'll be there," I texted Carly a minute later.

The next day, I heard a car horn outside my apartment, grabbed my go bag, and ran outside to climb into the passenger seat of Carly's car. After a quick hug, we were on our way.

"Does it feel weird to be a big star and driving yourself to your own show?" I asked her as we drove.

Carly laughed before responding, "Yes, a little. But it's a nice little change."

The drive up to Kentucky went pretty smooth, with Carly arriving just in time for her sound check. Her band was already there and all set up, so we just relaxed for the rest of the afternoon, taking a nap since I had to drive home that night, and night until it was time for Carly to go on stage. I stayed on the side of the stage, being able to watch her perform from there for once instead of working.

After the show, Carly had a glass of wine with her band while I stayed sober, since she had asked me to drive home. We got back on the road just after midnight to make the short trip back to Nashville.

Carly, who was wearing a soft-looking navy velour tracksuit with her hair pulled up into a loose twist, looked absolutely stunning, even in a dressed-down relaxed look, looked over at me an hour into the drive and said, "Thanks, Cole, for being my ride. I'm sure losing your shift at the Opry wasn't easy."

I shrugged and said, "Getting it covered was easy but I'll have to find another gig to make up the paycheck. But, getting to spend the day with you and listen to you sing was worth it."

I could hear Carly shuffling in her seat and could barely see as she pulled the zipper of her jacket down, and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her in a tight, white tank top. She shifted until she was facing me and I asked what she was doing.

"Keeping you awake," she said as she leaned over the center console, using her hands to undo my pants and pull my semi-hard cock out of my boxers. I stared ahead at the dark road as Carly stuck her tongue out, and started to flick my tip with it as she wrapped her hand around my base and stroked up and down as I finished growing to my hard, thick size.

"Fuck, Carly," I moaned as she wrapped her wet, wicked, and full lips around my cock and started bobbing her head up and down.

She kept her hand around my cock, but wasn't moving it as she slid her mouth on my shaft. I moved my hand under her, squeezing her breasts through her tank top and causing her to moan around my cock.

"Keep this up and I'll never tell you no when you ask for a ride," I told her, moving my hand up to the back of her head, not to guide her, but to feel her as she pleased me. I was really fighting to keep my eyes on the road as she blew me and thought about pulling over when I felt my orgasm coming.

"Fuck, Carly, I'm almost there. You can stop and we can finish at your place if you want to," I warned, remembering the first time we were together when she didn't want me to finish inside her.

Instead, Carly continued to bob her head and started to use her hand as well. I started breathing deeper, feeling my cock twitching in her mouth and hand, and had to put both hands on the steering wheel of the car when I started to climax. I moaned loudly as I felt the cum squirting out of my cock and felt Carly's throat as she worked to swallow it.

When I was done and after Carly had put my cock away and sat back up in her seat, I said, "Ya know, I'll gladly come join you on the road if you want."

The next week was when Hailey had suggested she treat Greg and myself to dinner at a up-scale downtown Nashville restaurant named Etch. Two hours before we were supposed to be there, Greg bailed saying he had to work, but Hailey said she still wanted to go. I was surprised when I arrived to find that it was only Hailey there waiting, as I had expected her to have invited a few others.

I mentioned it as we hugged and she said, "Nope, just us. Should be fun, right?"

I gladly followed her inside. Wearing a soft yellow, off-the-shoulder top with its lacy ruffles that showed just enough skin to make me want more. Her denim shorts hugged her hips perfectly, legs on full display. Her hair was tossed up in a messy bun and she looked like summer had come to life, despite it nearly being fall and the temperature starting to drop at night.

Dinner quickly turned flirty, almost as soon as we were seated and we each had a drink in our hand. She revealed to me that she and her husband were taking a break from each other, citing the stress from their respectful careers. I told her that I was single when she asked and her smile brightened when she found out.

We continued to laugh as we ate and drank. Hailey kept moving closer to me, her hand reaching out for mine, and I thought to myself that I needed to thank Greg for not coming. After we had finished our dinner, we shared an ice cream sundae together before leaving the restaurant.

I walked Hailey to her car and thanked her for dinner. "You know, we don't have to end the night here," she said as she stepped up to me and put her hand on my chest. "My apartment is close by if you want to jump in my car."

"Let's go," I told her, opening up the driver's side door for her to get in.

At her apartment, both of us spurned on by the drinks we had consumed and the flirtatious nature of dinner, we quickly started to kiss. As we walked to her bedroom, my shirt came off and we each undid the buttons on our jeans.

In her room, I pulled her shirt off, revealing a white strapless bra holding her breasts in. I had always known that Hailey was blessed in the chest but seeing them this close, bare at the top and barely contained, made it hard to think. My hands gravitated towards them until I had a handful of each, squeezing over and over as she ended the kiss and sat down on the bed with me standing in front of her.

Hailey, sticking her tongue between her lips, pulled my jeans and boxers down to my ankles, where I kicked them off. With a little giggle when she saw how hard and thick I was, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to rub it up and down. I put my hands on my hips for a minute as I looked down at the beautiful singer as she opened her mouth wide and wasted no time in beginning to bob her head up and down my cock.

As she blew me, I reached down, once again cupping her breasts with my hands, this time feeling her nipples under her bra. I squeezed over and over as Hailey deep throated me, my eyes rolling back into my head at the amount of pleasure I was feeling.

She took me out of her mouth, using her hand on my full length, and asked, "You really like touching those, don't you?"

"Fuck yes. They're amazing. Let's get that bra off so I can really touch them," I told her, moving my hand around to her back, where the clasp of the bra was.

Hailey, however, had other plans as she stepped back slightly, and said, "Before you take it off, let's see what you think about this."

I watched as she sat up on her legs, under her breasts were above my cock. Using her hand, she slipped the tip of my cock between her breasts, and I saw my shaft as it disappeared between her two massive mounds. She put her arms down as she started to move her body, rising and lowering it, to get my cock to slide between her breasts.

"Fuck, yeah, that feels great," I told her.

Hailey giggled and said, "Don't worry if you cum. You wouldn't be the first to explode all over them."

"I can only imagine," I said as she continued to jack me off with her breasts. "If I do cum on them, I'd rather it be with your tits exposed."

"Oh, a man of culture, are we? If you want that, you better make me cum first," Hailey said in her sweet southern accent.

"Gladly," I told her as I pulled my cock out from her bra, and pulled her up onto the bed, switching spots with her. I yanked on her tight jean shorts until they came down, revealing a pair of white cotton bikini cut panties that I also quickly discarded. As her panties came off, I was a little surprised to see a neatly groomed patch of hair framing her in the most natural, confident way.

I leaned in, sticking out my tongue and licking around the outsides of her folds, making her lightly moan as I spread her juices around. As I kissed and licked around her vagina, I brought my hand up, using my fingers to rub her lips and slowly peel them apart. Looking up at her face to see her reaction, I pushed my tongue into the opening I had created and started to dart it in and out.

"That's right, baby, show me what that tongue can do," Hailey moaned as I moved my fingers to her clit and started to rub it, making little circle motions on top of it. "Oh man. Fuck yes. Yes! Fuck, that feels good."

I pulled my tongue out of her pussy and quickly replaced it with my finger, sliding it in and out. I kissed and licked around her vagina until I reached her clit, where I lightly blew on it before flicking my tongue against it. I pressed my tongue against her clit as I wrapped my lips around it. As I sucked her clit into my mouth and fingered her hole, Hailey said, "I bet if you stuck your cock in me, I would cum."

I pulled my finger out of her pussy and my moved my mouth off her clit. I gave her pussy one last lick before standing up, using her legs to help me up. I spread her legs apart as I stepped in between them, and pressed my cock against her pussy. Looking down at her as she lay on the bed, I asked, "You really think having my cock in you will make you cum?"

"I know it will," Hailey answered as I rubbed my cock back and forth on top of her pussy. "I bet as soon as you push it in and fuck me a few times, I'll cum all over it. And then, I'll show you my tits."

I used my hand to lower my cock down to her opening and pushed inside, watching as it disappeared inside her. I held onto both of her legs and started to thrust back and forth, watching as her body moved with every push inside her

"Oh fuck! Yes! There it is! Fuck yes!" Hailey's legs wrapped around my body, pulling me in close to her as she started to cum. I felt her pussy clenching around my shaft as she held me in. Her arms came up, pulling my body down to hers so that we could kiss as her hips pushed up. The kiss was quick, but powerful, full of lust and passion. When it ended, I stood back up, slowly being able to thrust back and forth as her legs loosened a little.

When Hailey was done with her orgasm, she scooted back on the bed and sat up as my cock slipped out of her. In one motion, she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and tossed it to the floor. As her bra came off, my breath caught for a second. Hailey's breasts were even more beautiful than I'd imagined, full and soft, with skin that looked impossibly smooth. Her nipples were a delicate shade of pink, standing just a little firmer under the soft light.

I had to lift my jaw off the floor as I stared at her breasts and nipples, breaking away from them when Hailey said, "So, what are you going to do now? Fuck my mouth? Fuck my tits again? Take me like this? Flip me over? You tell me how you want me and we'll do it."

"I want you to ride me so I can watch your tits bounce," I told her as I climbed onto the bed and laid down next to the blonde singer.

Hailey started to straddle my lap as she said, "Ya know, I'm normally not a fan of being on top, but when you say it like that, how can I resist?"

Hailey moaned as she guided my cock back into her and started to roll her hips back and forth, causing her breasts to sway as well. I put my hands on her hips as I asked her why she didn't like to be on top. "I would rather have somebody controlling me. Like, I'd be just fine if you flipped me over and fucked my ass right now before you came on my tits."

"Maybe I'll do that and come in your ass," I teased her as I moved my hands up and over to her breasts.

"But you already promised to cover my tits. Are you really going to go back on your promise?" She asked, pouting with her bottom lip as she stuck her chest out. I cupped her breasts and squeezed them as she rode me. I moved my fingers to her nipples and pinched and rubbed them as she said, "Maybe if you lick them, you'll want to cover them."

Hailey leaned over top of me, placing her breasts right above my mouth, using her hands on the bed to support herself as she went up and down on my shaft. I kept my hands on her breasts, holding onto the sides of them, and guided her left nipple to my mouth. I teased it with my tongue for a second before wrapping my lips around it and sucking her nipple into my mouth. I continued to run my tongue all over it as Hailey moaned above me.

I used my fingers to once again pinch her right nipple before I kissed my way over to it, giving it the same treatment me as her left. With Hailey bouncing up and down on my shaft, I alternated between her breasts, sucking, licking, squeezing, and pinching them and her nipples.

"See? Doesn't that make you want to cum on them?" She teased me as she rode me.

"Yes. But, first I need to do something else to them," I told her, taking my mouth off them. I kept my hands on her breasts as I pulled them apart, and stuck my face in the middle. I used my hands to press the soft folds of her breasts against my face, moaning into them as she moved up and down, giggling as she did so.

When I freed myself and took a deep breath, Hailey sat back up, slowly rolling her hips still. Looking down at me, she said, "You have a lot to live up to now. Fucking my ass and cumming on my tips? That's going to take precision and timing. Are you up for it?"

"If not," I said as I pushed her up and off me. "There's always tomorrow morning."

"Hmm," Hailey said as she moved to her hands and knees. "I'm only letting you spend the night if you do it. No second chances for you."

"Fair enough," I said as I got into position behind her. "Are you sure your ass is ready for me?"

Hailey giggled as I rubbed my cock against her asscheeks. She lifted one hand to her mouth, stuck her finger in it, getting it nice and wet, before she reached around her back, found her ass, and easily slipped her finger into it as I watched. When she pulled it out a second later, she said, "Yes, I am definitely ready for you."

"Alright," I said as I wrapped my hand around my shaft, aimed my tip up with her entrance, and slowly pushed inside. I looked down and watched as her hole stretched open for my thick cock and listened to her moan as I filled her ass. I put my hands on her hips and started thrusting mine back and forth, taking my time and making sure I wasn't going too hard or too fast for her.