3 comments/ 23556 views/ 16 favorites Carrie Underwood: The Contest By: Sammycolto DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Carrie Underwood. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it. Any resemblances with real persons are purely coincidental. Written as a request. ------------------------------------------------ The fat man on the taxiway was sweating profusely as he dragged two big suitcases over the asphalt to the assembly belt that led into the luggage store of the neighboring airplane. Brandon Hughes let out a bored sigh and leaned his head against the frame of the little window next to his seat. The plane was overdue to start, but the captain made no attempt to do so, meaning they were stuck at the LA Airport for almost forty-five minutes now! The whole predicament would be much easier if the California summer sun hadn't heated up the whole plane and temperatures reached apocalyptical degrees. Brandon had asked a bypassing stewardess a couple of minutes ago for the reason of their delay and she had explained to him that they had to wait because a flight from the inner parts of the country had a delay, but they would be here any minute. Brandon had grumbled a little, but he had kept enough coolness to realize that this wasn't the stewardess' fault, so he leant back and tried to relax. After all, the comfort of the first-class seat helped to ease the discomfort of the situation a little... After watching the hypnotic waddle of the stout airport helper for a couple of minutes Brandon turned his attention down to the slip of paper on the small table in front of him. The corners of the letter were worn out from being folded and unfolded so often and the ink had faded a little at the kink folds. Tiredly Brandon wiped the sweat of his brow and recalled for the thousandth time how he ended up here. - It had been four weeks ago. Brandon and his guys had watched the local football-derby in his yard, amiably arguing which team had the bigger balls and would take away the victory until Brandon's friend Marco had enough. "Fine, Brandon," he had shot, his voice slightly raised to stand out over the little fights of the rest of the gang, "You want to tell me that those deadbeats will able to win? Nah man, I bet you five bucks that by half-time we'll be in lead with at least double your points! Deal?" "No deal, buddy" Jason had replied smirking, "You know I don't bet for money..." "You're such a pussy, dude!" Marco had exclaimed and the whole gang had laughed. Brandon had turned red. Bets around here were never about the wager, they were about fun! But in the previous discussion Brandon had had a pretty big mouth... If he didn't want to lose his face he had to think of something... fast! The problem was: his team wasn't very good this season and chances were high that Marco would be right. So the art was to find a small wager that would be good enough for his friends to accept it. "Listen," he had spoken up, "How about this? You know how they always do those stupid commercials during half-time, where you have to call to participate in some stupid contests? Whoever loses has to participate! And just in case he wins, he'll have to take whatever he wins and use it!" Your buddies looked at Marco, interested. After thinking about your idea for a second he answered: "Okay, what the hell... I won't lose anyway!" The two of them shook hands, then turned their attention back to the screen as the game began. Turned out Marco was right. Brandon's team had caught a ridiculously bad day and when the break came they were back with 7 to 21. The whole group, even the supporters of your team, cheered as Marco handed you his cell, then everyone watched the TV, waiting for the commercial. "Shit, Brandon," Marco grinned and playfully shoved your shoulder, "I hope it's anal beads!" "Shut the hell up, man!" he retorted, but couldn't help but smile. Then the spot started. The screen faded to black. Slowly, some guitar-sounds began to play out of the speakers, soon followed by the voice of a girl. She sang a country-song and Brandon had heard her before, but he couldn't place who she was. Usually, if a country-song starts playing on the radio he changed the channel. It was simply not his taste. After a few lines the song decreased to a background-music and some over-excited announcer-dude jubilated from my speakers, "You always wanted to meet Carrie Underwood? Here is your chance: Experience a personal guiding by the star through the privacy of her trailer before enjoying her concert in the first row! A day you will never forget! Call 00-4815162342!" The numbers were blended in on the bottom of the screen, then a gorgeous blonde came into view. She wore hot-pants and a light blue vest, had a killer-body and angelic face and was smiling widely as she pointed towards the camera and exclaimed: "I wanna meet YOU!" Then the spot was over and was replaced by a Ford-commercial. Marco nudged him on the shoulder, "Dude, you heard the lady! She wants to meet you!" As everyone laughed he shook his head, dialed the number and fulfilled his part of the agreement. It could have been worse after all... A few minutes later everyone was focused on the game again. The bet was completely forgotten... - That was until two weeks later a Lady called and told him he won the prize. Brandon was so irritated; the woman had to explain to him what the prize was about until he remembered the game-night. His team had been crushed, so he had drowned his anger in a gallon of tequila. The events of the night were a slur in his memory; he even had to check the newspaper to recall the result. But after all, Brandon thought, this wasn't so bad... A totally paid for two-day-trip to the concert, watching a smoking hot chick show off her body in tight clothes from a front row seat and get some private time with her beforehand while being led around in her private trailer. Yeah, this prize was definitely by far better than anal beads! - Yawning Brandon folded the winning-coupon down to coaster-size and shoved it back into the breast-pocket of his sweaty shirt, then he took a swig of the cool corona, which the cute, brunette stewardess had served him as a refreshment. He rested his head in his hand and let his gaze once again linger to the whale-man who struggled with the heavy luggage out there in the burning sun. Misery was so much easier to bear if you could watch someone who caught a fate worse than your own! - Brandon awoke with a start as he felt a painful pressure drill into his eardrums. His eyes shot open and his head darted around in panic until he remembered where he was. Apparently the remaining passengers had arrived and the plane had finally taken off. Quickly he pinched his nose shut and equalized the pressure, followed by immediate relief. Moaning he closed his eyes and fell back into his seat, before looking out of the window down to the miniature landscape beneath. He heard a soft chuckle from his left hand side. Apparently one of the incoming passengers had taken the previously empty seat next to him and found his ordeal quite funny... Brandon continued to stare out of the window, annoyed that the newcomer was amused by his shock. After a while he grew tired of watching the slowly changing country underneath and trying to see figures in the rare clouds and glanced carefully over to his left, not moving his head to not betray his curiosity. He didn't see much, just the person's legs, but what he saw made him shift slightly in his seat. His neighbor was a young girl in her twenties. Her incredibly long, lean legs were of a natural deep tan and lay almost completely bare, the tight denim hot pants showing off a sinful amount of golden thigh! She had her legs crossed and let her feet dangle playfully. She wore cowboy-boots, the dark-brown leather went up halfway to her knees. All in all, the look was amazing! Brandon wiped some sweat off the back of his nose. In addition to the still remarkable heat there was now the excitement of sitting next to a girl with such incredible legs. After a moment Brandon couldn't resist any longer and turned his head slightly to check her out further. Her bronze-skinned arms lay in her lap, holding some book in her delicate, dainty hands. Around her right wrist dangled some kind of silver bracelet, giving a nice contrast to the creamy skin. She wore a white see-through top with embroidered stars, underneath which Brandon could clearly see a silver necklace and a white vest. Through those two layers of fabric he could make out the two little twin-bumps of her nipples, so she didn't seem to wear a bra. Not that she needed one, her pert breasts- he guessed them about b-cups- stood proud and high on her chest, even without any support. Now really curious, Brandon turned his head to the side. He flinched and then he gasped. He flinched because the girl seemed to watch him the whole time he had checked her body out. An amused smile curled her full pink lips and white teeth sparkled underneath. Her eyes were of a deep brown and there was a friendly smartness in them. Her long blond hair was loose, apart for a braid that went along her hairline and disappeared into the rich masses of her curls. Her face almost outmatched her extraordinary body! He gasped because he knew that girl! She was the woman he had seen on TV in the spot that had brought him here! He had been sitting next to Carrie Underwood for twenty minutes now without noticing it! And he had slept through the better part! "Ah... Uh... Eh..." he stammered, flabbergasted. "Hi," Carrie interrupted him before he could finish the alphabet and offered her hand with a friendly smile, "I'm Carrie!" Brandon bit his cheek, the small pain helping him focus, before he took the offered hand, glad that his own didn't shake. "I know," he said, "I'm Brandon!" "Pleasure," she answered and her smile made him believe that she really meant it. He coughed nervously. "S-sorry for staring!" Carrie cocked an eyebrow and gave him an amused smirk. "Oh, are you?" Something about her cocky reply helped him calm down and took away a great deal of his insecurity. He managed a smile. "Actually... I'm not! It felt good!" Immediately he wondered where that came from. What got into him to be that straightforward? "Glad to hear that," Carrie responded, her smirk never wavering, "I didn't want to wake you. You slept so peacefully..." "I hope I didn't drool," he joked, but swiped over his mouth with the back of his hand automatically, glad to hear her soft chuckle. "Don't think I'm complaining or anything," he said, changing the subject quickly to stop her from imagining you drooling, "But what are you doing here? I mean... don't you have a concert tonight?" "Yeah I do," she replied, her expression getting more serious now, "Usually I'd be knee-deep in preparations by now, especially today that I've got to lead around some contest-winner-dude... But there is this little girl. She is twelve years old and she has got cancer. The doctors said that it would be her last birthday, so her mother sent me a letter that she is a huge fan of my music. I decided, fuck preparations, I'll handle that spontaneously and I flew to Colorado to meet her and sing a couple of songs for her..." Brandon saw the sadness in her eyes and decided that he had to do something. Changing the subject seemed rude, so he had to focus her on the good aspect. "I think it's great that you care that much! And who knows, miracles happen every day and positive experiences changed medical histories many times... Maybe you saved her life!" She smiled at him and even though both of them knew that this was a load of crap, she reached for his arm and squeezed it gratuitously. "Thanks," she whispered, before deciding to change the topic herself, "So, what's your history, Brandon? Why are you in this sauna of an airplane?" Smiling, Brandon leaned back. "Actually, the reason I'm here is you." Carrie gave him a questioning look. "I'm the contest-winner who'll get to annoy you today!" Her face lightened up visibly and you smile at the honest delight you see. "Uh, so I guess you are the special surprise my assistant talked about when she booked the flight! My private jet had a problem and she said she had an idea of how to use my flight. I was wondering what she meant by that all day!" "Yeah," Brandon answered, "I hope you're not disappointed that I didn't jump out of some fancy cake but lay in a hot seat, drooling all over myself..." This time Carrie didn't chuckle, but laughed heartily. It's a nice, bright sound. "So you're a fan?" she asked. "Sorry, but no," Brandon replied, deciding to be honest, "I just had to participate because I lost a bet. I mean, you're hot as hell, but I'm not into country..." Giving her a careful look he quickly added, "I mean I'm still very glad to be here! I couldn't say the same if I had to go to a Justin-Bieber-concert!" Carrie's eyes went wide in mock surprise, "So that means a dude prefers me to Justin Bieber? Uh, I hope I'm not blushing too hard..." She laughed at his insecure look and again she squeezes his arm, "I'm just kidding! It's not bad that you're not a fan, it just means..." she flashed him a seductive look, "that I'll have to make you one..." Brandon gulped. Was she flirting with him? Quickly he answered, "And how do you plan to do that?" playing the ball back in her court. This time, Carrie's hand wanders down to his knee. "I think I know a couple of ways..." A wide smile spread on Brandon's face. This time there is definitely no doubt she was flirting! - The next two hours literally flew past as the Brandon and Carrie talked non-stop about everything on their mind and Brandon had never been so disappointed when it was finally time to leave the airplane. Carrie had given him continuously hints, and flirtatious smiles which made him easily forget about the frowsy air. As Carrie got up and stretched extensively, he finally got his first look at her bubble-butt. He had always been an ass-man and Carrie's hot-pants-encased posterior was truly divine, in reality even better than on TV! He only let himself enjoy the sight for a second before he quickly got up and helped her getting her luggage. "Wow, a true gentleman!" Carrie smirked as she took her purse from him, "Thank you!" "No worries," Brandon answered as he shouldered his own bag and followed her into the relative coolness of the airport, the entire time unable to tear his eyes away from her ass. Politely Brandon waited with her at the baggage claim and when her suitcase finally arrived, he carried it. He was wondering what she needed such a huge suitcase for when she left just yesterday, while he needed just his one bag for a two-day-trip, but he guessed the reason was simply because she was a woman and the fact that she was a popular country-singer didn't help. When they arrived at the rent-a-car and he wanted to say good-bye to leave for his bus, Carrie suddenly stopped him. "Why take the bus?" she offered with a suggestive glint in her eyes, "I'd love to give you a ride! We could start the tour early" Without thinking for a second Brandon immediately accepted and waited with a wide grin on his face behind her as she picked up the keys to the reserved car. - As they arrived at the car, Brandon's eyes went wide in awe as he saw the luxurious form of a shiny, black 1965 Ford Mustang. Carrie gave him a knowing smile as she unlocked the car. "Do you wanna drive?" "S... sure," Brandon stammered quickly, overwhelmed by how great this day turned out, then he said with a nod to the suitcase, "Let me just stack this away..." "Okay," Carrie responded, one eyebrow mischievously cocked, "Just put it in the back." Brandon nearly choked as he realized what she was implying before he decided to play along, seeing how far he could push this. "Uhm... Are you sure? I mean this thing is pretty big and even though that back is beautifully formed I'm not entirely sure it can take something this huge..." Carrie stepped into his personal space, her voice low and husky now. "We won't know if you don't try... So just be careful back there and I'm sure that in the end it will slip in almost by itself..." Brandon felt his dick rise in his shorts. The kinkiness of her talk, along with her mesmerizing nearness was overwhelming. She was so close that he smelt the vanilla-scent of her shampoo and a voice in the back of his head started wondering how she could smell so fresh after she had been travelling all day. Just before he bent down to kiss her he quickly turned around to the trunk. After all, he had read that she was a married woman. There was just trouble if you hooked up with someone's wife. Brandon had made a couple of unpleasant experiences in that department. He opened the trunk and heaved the suitcase in. It fit without problems. Then he took the keys out of Carrie's hand, threw his own bag onto the back seat and got in. After Carrie sat down in the passenger seat, a wide grin on her face- she obviously enjoyed the sexual tension- he turned the keys in the ignition and left the parking garage. - The ride to the concert-hall took about half an hour. It didn't take Carrie long to get Brandon back into the mood, he wasn't able to resist her charms long. After all, what bad could come from a little harmless flirting? Carrie swiftly directed him through the area until they finally stopped in front of a gate that said "Authorized Personal Only". Next to the gate was a little shed in which a tired-looking, old, black guy daydreamed over some newspaper. As they approached the gate he slowly looked up and gave Brandon a taxing, critical look until he spotted Carrie on the passenger seat who gave him a friendly wave. With slow movements he pressed a button and the gate swung open to let you in. "My trailer is that one right there," Carrie points- unnecessarily since it is about double the size of the others-, "You can park right next to it..." Brandon did so and exited the Ford. "Just leave all the stuff in the car!" Carrie said, "I got a guy who'll take care of it. So let's start with the tour." Brandon nodded with a smile. "Goodbye, beautiful," he whispered to the car and gave it one last pat to the hood before turning around and followed Carrie towards the monstrosity of the trailer. He made sure to stay several steps behind to be able to watch that divine ass jiggle as she walked and had to bite back a moan as she hopped up the steps to the entrance door, making her juicy ass bounce amazingly. Carrie took a moment to fumble with the keys, then she unlocked the door and pushed it wide open. "Welcome," she said with a meaningful smile over her shoulder, "to my little paradise..." Brandon smiled back, then he followed her inside. The room he came into looked huge, too big to fit into this vehicle, even though the door on his left hand side suggested that there were even more rooms. This one seemed to be a living room. It was tastefully furnished, in light colors. The floor was covered by a white, fuzzy carpet that muffled the sounds of every step to inaudibility. Paintings of different artists hung on the walls, showing peaceful landscapes, beaches and fields. There was a sitting area, equipped with a modern-style, beige leather-couch and two matching armchairs that were grouped around a huge plasma TV. The whole room was flooded in light and as Brandon looked up, he saw a huge panorama roof that allowed the sun to shine in and fill the room with soft, natural light. All in all, the room looked very comfortable, easily more inviting than Brandon's own little bungalow. Slowly he walked around, his head turning from side to side to take in all the details. "It's very nice!" he said. "Thank you," Carrie responded with a slight proud smile. Carrie Underwood: The Contest Brandon stopped at a little kitchen-area- complete with fridge, oven and working plate- that was arranged in one corner without attracting any attention. To his surprise, it actually looked like it was used on a regular basis. "I cook my own food," Carrie said, noticing how he checked out the equipment, "I don't take that many guys with me on tour, just my fitness coach. I cook for myself, I do my own hair and make-up before the shows, I even clean all this by myself... I just like to have a small circle of familiar people around me, makes the whole thing feel more like a trip with friends than work, ya know?" "Sounds cool," Brandon replied, before turning around and giving her a smug grin, "What kind of work-outs do you do?" "Oh, usual stuff," Carrie told him lightly, "Running, Yoga... but the secret is something else..." "Is it?" Brandon asked, lifting his brow curiously. "Yeah," she exclaimed enthusiastically, "Let me show you!" With that she grabbed his hand and pulled him eagerly towards the door. Pushing it open, she revealed a luxurious, girly bedroom. The walls were painted in a pasty shade of pink and the room was dominated by a huge, king-size bed. One of the long far walls was completely occupied by a wardrobe. One of the doors stood open and granted view on a collection of cocktail-dresses and evening gowns, each of them of exquisite fabric and obvious expensiveness. The opposite wall was a huge mirror- reaching from floor to ceiling along the whole length of the wall, it reflected the whole room, making it look much bigger, a nice optical illusion. Through an open door Brandon could see a small bathroom, equipped with a big shower. "Well... this looks comfy..." Brandon said slowly as he stepped into the room past Carrie, "What did you want to show me?" "Well..." Carrie grinned as she closed the door behind them, "Sit down on the bed!" Brandon threw an insecure glance back at her. This was about to get serious, the tension in the room was getting higher and higher... here he was, alone with a beautiful woman who had made suggestive comments all day, in her bedroom! "Uhm," he started but Carrie interrupted him. "Just shut up," she purred, her tone irresistible, "Sit! Down! On! The! Bed!" Swallowing hard, Brandon sat down. He didn't know what this woman had in mind, but he knew that a big part of him was very eager to find out, while his morals fought a losing battle. How was a red-blooded male supposed to resist this scantily clad dream of a woman? He looked up at her expectantly. Carrie leant against the wall next to the door, a knowing, controlled smirk on her face. She had a look in her eyes that reminded Brandon of a predator fixing on his prey. She had her arms folded, which lifted her tis up slightly and pushed them out. He couldn't resist a leering stare at her cleavage. Her nipples poked through the top; she was obviously turned on badly by the situation. Fixating Brandon with her eyes she flicked a small switch. The lights in the room got dimmed notably and a soft beat started to fill the room. Brandon's eyes widened as Carrie took a step towards him, her hips swinging seductively. "You know, during a long, energetic sex session the human body burns up to five hundred calories..." she cooed, her voice low and husky. Brandon swallowed hard. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he watched her coming closer. "But... you're married..." he stuttered, while he tried to ignore the feeling of his cock trying to rip his pants apart. Carrie didn't flinch, but rather closed in and moved to straddle his lap. Brandon felt the warmth of her body through the fabric of his jeans, the softness of her skin made his head spin. Gulping hard he placed his hands on her hips and with every stray bit of self-control he had tried to push her off as Carrie just grinned at him cheekily. "Please, Carrie" he begged, still trying to be the good guy, "I really don't think we- HOLY FUCK!!!" His words caught in his throat as Carrie reached down, grabbed the hem of her top along with her vest and swiftly pulled it over her head. His eyes widened as her bare breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from their confinement. They really were pieces of art: Pert, light-brown orbs of womanly flesh, a good handful, with pink aureoles about one inch in diameter and small, upwards jutting hard nipples. Carrie's eyes sparkled amused. "We shouldn't do what, sweetie?" Brandon's throat felt dry as the last shreds of his self-control got ripped away. "Fuck it!" he growled. His hands shot upwards and he firmly grabbed the side of her face before he dashed forward and kissed her hungrily, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Carrie gasped happily into his mouth before she replied and soon their tongues dueled in her mouth, dancing around each other in a feverish battle. She pushed her chest forward and Brandon felt her warm breasts press against him, her nipples poking him through his shirt. Her hands went down to his pants and got to work, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans until she finally reached down into his boxers. Brandon moaned as he felt her small fingers grip his hard dick firmly around the base before she pulled him out. She slowly began to stroke his member while his hands travelled down, gliding over the smooth skin of her naked back down to her denim-clad ass. Carrie groaned with pleasure as he began to knead her ass-cheeks like dough, at first through the fabric of her hot-pants, before he slipped his hands beneath the waistband and continued to grope her bare buttocks. Finally the kiss broke and he looked at her again. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair already tussled and her eyes gleamed with an expression of raw lust. Her hands reached to the collar of his shirt and she popped the top button open before she leant down and planted a soft kiss on the newly exposed skin. She slid from his lap and onto her knees on the floor while she continued to unbutton his shirt, planting a kiss on every new piece of skin she exposed until his shirt was open. "Such a nice cock!" Carrie whispered with anticipation in her voice as she marveled his dick, pointing to the ceiling, longing for her touch. Again Carrie grabbed him around the base, then she stuck out her tongue, leant forward and licked his whole length. Brandon gasped loudly as her warm, soft tongue touched his dick for the first time, then grunted when she engulfed his head with her lips and applied suction. "Shit!" he gasped, closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. His blood was pumping through his body and his mind worked overtime, trying to cope with the situation. After a couple of moments he got himself back under control. Quickly he wrestled his shirt down his arms and threw it into a corner before he looked down, seeing the stunning blonde singer bob her head up and down in his lap. He looked into her big brown eyes and tried to drink in every detail of the sight of the beautiful country-star sucking his dick. Slowly he reached up and placed one hand on her head and began to slowly guide her movements along his length, avidly listening to the sucking and slurping noises Carrie's lips created. After a couple of minutes of enjoying her obvious expertise in giving head Brandon applied a firm grip on her mane and pulled her of his dick only to guide her lips a little lower. Carrie complied without protest and stuck her tongue out to lick his ballsack, bathing both nuts in spit before she sucked them into her mouth, at first one at a time, then both at once. Her tongue swirled around and she skillfully found all the sensitive spots, making Brandon groan with pleasure again and again. Then, suddenly, her lips left his balls. Surprised Brandon looked down at Carrie, about to protest when he saw her naughty smile. "Don't think I won't demand something in return!" she said with a cocky smirk as she stepped back and turned around, presenting him with the spectacular sight of her well-rounded backside, making it his undivided center of attention as she swiftly bent over at the hip, quickly unzipped her boots and slipped out of them. Brandon, unable to resist, reached out to test the firmness of her denim-clad cheeks when she slapped his hands away and straightened a little, though she still pushed her bum in his face. "Hold on, tiger" she cooed, "You'll get your chance soon enough!" Brandon stifled a groan as he watched her teasingly wiggle her hips from side to side as she popped the button of her hot-pants open. Slowly, with a sultry look back over her shoulder, Carrie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants before making a show of pulling them down her long, golden legs, exposing two full, smooth ass-cheeks, divided only by the band of a lacy, pink thong. When her hot-pants lay pooled around her feet Carrie stepped out of them and kicked them towards a laundry basket in the corner of the room. As she straightened again she let her hands slide along the curves of her sexy legs, letting out a low moan as her palms grazed over her toned calves and the supple skin of the backs of her thighs until they reached her round ass cheeks. Brandon's mouth went dry and he had to sit on his hands as he watched the blonde tease grope and fondle her own butt inches away from his face without allowing him to get his hands on her. His mouth was dry and his dick throbbed as she met his eyes. "Oh, poor sweetie..." Carrie cooed with a playful pout, "Do you want to help me get these panties off?" Hastily Brandon lurched forward only to get his hands slapped away once again. "Ah-ah" Carrie grinned, teasingly wielding her forefinger, "No hands, boy!" For a second he looked at her confused until finally enough blood had reached his brain to understand what she meant. A wide grin spread over his face and he clasped his hands behind his back as he leant forward, opened his mouth and carefully grabbed the waistband of her thong between his teeth. He couldn't believe how warm and soft her skin felt against his lips. Then he slowly began to drag the lacy lingerie downwards over the rich curve of her ass and over her beautifully formed thighs. His eyes widened further and further as he slowly bared inch after inch of her private places, her deep ass-crack, her pink, tight sphincter and finally he saw the bald, soaking wet lips of her cunt. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, making Brandon's head spin. When he had pulled her panties down far enough he let go of them and watched as Carrie let them slide down to her feet. With a wide smile the sexy songstress turned around, giving him a first full-frontal view of her naked glory. "Now I want my price!" she purred and fixated him with an animalistic gaze as she suddenly pounced, jumping back onto his lap to straddle his thighs, this time stark-naked. Brandon grunted as she firmly sized his head with both hands and pulled him into a deep, feverish kiss. He was hyperaware of how his cock grazed over the soft, neatly waxed lips of her delicate pussy. His hands wandered to her ass, finally able to test the sublime flesh first hand he squeezed and pinched her cheeks roughly, making her moan. Not even breaking the kiss for a split-second the country-star let go of his face and Brandon felt her right hand once again wrap itself tightly around his base before she slapped his dick several times lightly against her moist entrance. Then she shuffled her hips slightly to get into the right position and used the middle and index finger of her left hand to spread her pussy lips slightly apart. Finally breaking the kiss with a light tug on his lower lip Carrie sat up and they looked deeply into each other's eyes, intent to see every single emotion on the partner's face during this first penetration. Then, carefully, Carrie lowered her hips. They both inhaled sharply as his cockhead made first contact with her entrance. Then he slid in. The feeling of her tight, warm, wet channel giving away to his length was mind-numbing. He watched her carefully as she sank down in an excruciatingly slow pace, taking her time to let herself accommodate to his girth. Her flesh was covered in Goosebumps, her perky tits shivered, her mouth was agape and her eyes widened slightly. ... and then he felt her ass touch his lap. They both snapped back to reality and simultaneously looked down to where their bodies met. After pausing for a few moments Carrie placed both hands on his shoulders and slowly began to move her hips. Brandon's head was still spinning as he sat there, his hands still firmly planted on her ass-cheeks, letting her work herself into a rhythm as he did nothing but watch her bounce up and down in his lap and enjoy the strong massaging convulsions of her vagina. Carrie had already found a rhythm and was picking up pace when he finally decided to take a more active part. He bent forward and shoved his tongue into her mouth for a couple of seconds before placing a trail of little kisses down to her throat where he softly began to nibble on her skin. Carrie's eyes fluttered and she whimpered at the sensation. "Yeah... come on... ride me, you little cowgirl-slut!" he growled. Carrie moaned at the insult, blissfully fulfilled by the fuck she had craved all day. The slapping sounds of her butt in his lap, the scent of her arousal, their combined groans filling the room; all that turned her on incredibly. "Mmmh... Fuck me..." she mewled deliriously wrapping her arms around his neck as she rolled her hips. Obliging to her plea Brandon focused his strength and slowly began to stand up, his hands beneath her ass to support her. Carrie squealed in surprise but never missed a beat as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and giggled at this unsuspected event. They stood now in the middle of the room, he holding her light frame up, her arms and legs slung tightly around him. Turning around he placed her on the bed with himself on top, letting her lie back while he propped himself up on his arms as he overtook her pace and started to fuck her missionary-style. Carrie body slackened, her arms flopped onto the bed next to her head and her legs were spread obscenely wide, flailing wildly through the air as Brandon began to pound into her. Her vaginal muscles clenched down tighter on him with every thrust and her soft moans were a sweet torture of his ears as he drove into her with every stray bit of power he could muster. He clenched his jaw and thick veins protruded from his neck as he looked down on the blonde beauty, which lay moaning beneath him, taking every inch of his cock like a pro. Her whole skin was covered in a slight layer of sweat, giving her body a nice shine. Her groin area was sprinkled with her plentiful leaking juices, her nipples jutted out like little diamonds and her boobs bounced wildly on her chest. When he looked in her face he saw a scrunched up mask of animalistic pleasure, her teeth grit and her eyes little slits, sparking with joy. She reached down and grabbed his ass, trying to pull him harder into her. "Y-yes... Fuck ME!!!" she panted, her voice raspy and barely audible over the slapping sounds of her flesh. Swallowing hard, trying to control his urges Brandon- never missing a single beat- straightened a little to take his weight off his arms so he could lift them off the bed and grasp her ankles. Firmly he pushed her legs forward until her knees were pressed against her breasts. This caused her butt to lift off the bed which changed the angle of his thrusts presented her cunt defenselessly. Carrie gasped euphorically as Brandon plated his feet on the bed and shuffled into a squatting position over her, his weight and the downward angle causing his dick to penetrate her deeper than ever. "Yeah!" she grunted as he picked up speed again, "J-just a little more!" Spurred by her exclaims Brandon found a hidden strength inside himself, allowing to fuck her even faster. Sweat poured down his back and his balls slapped against her ass in a staccato-rhythm as he felt his pending orgasm while Carrie's screams of lust got louder and louder. Determined to get her off he bit his lips and focused on the memory of the gigantic masses of the luggage guy back on the airport. He felt the familiar feeling spread in his groin and thought he had failed when suddenly Carrie's screaming stopped, her body tensed and her vaginal muscles clenched spastically around his cock. The feeling of her cumming cunt was too much for him and he quickly pulled out of her convulsing pussy, making Carrie gasp despite her already full lungs. He managed to get out just in time. Barely a second after his slick member left her twitching tunnel his cock exploded. Spurt after spurt of thick, white cum shot uncontrollably from his tip, the majority hitting Carrie's soft breasts, some of them even making it even up to her face, creating creamy streaks over her neck and chin. Carrie was still shaken by her orgasm, her hips bucked into the air and every muscle in her body clenched again and again. She barely noticed the sperm hitting her. Lost in her own world she saw Brandon's limb form fall onto the bed next to her, her released legs bounced back as both her hands shot down and clasped around her bald, twitching pussy. Then it slowly subsided, leaving her back lying lifelessly on the bed next to her lover, her own cum messily smeared all over her lower body, his spread over her shuddering tits up to her lower lip. A feeling of satisfaction washed through her body and she couldn't help but laugh happily. Giggling she turned her head and met his eyes, a wide, goofy grin spread his lips. Slowly she lifted a finger to her chest and carefully scooped up some cum before pushing it into her mouth. Brandon stared at her incredulous as the sexy singer closed her eyes and swallowed with an expression of pure bliss on her pretty face. "Mmmh" she moaned quietly, already almost asleep, "It's good for the vocal chords..." Brandon chuckled and shook his head, wondering how the hell he had earned something like this. Then his thoughts trailed off as he as well sank into a sex-induced coma... - Brandon had no idea if they had slept five minutes or five hours when he was awoken by the loud acoustic guitar tunes of some country song. Before he opened his eyes he felt how Carrie jumped up from the bed, then he heard the thuds of her naked feet on the floor and seconds later the music stopped. Groaning, Brandon lifted his head and opened his eyes, blinking against the bright sunlight to take in the welcome sight. Carrie stood in the corner of the room where she had kicked her clothes, facing him as she checked a text on the iPhone she apparently had retrieved from the pocket of her hot-pants. She was still as naked as the day she was born and Brandon took the opportunity to take in her sublime figure, the delicate lips of her hairless pussy, her taut stomach, the perky boobies. He smiled as he saw the traces of their activities: her hair was a mess, giving her the "just-fucked"-look, and the trails of his dried cum were still spread over her chest. When she noticed he was awake, Carrie glanced up and smiled. "Sorry to wake you up, honey" she said, moving past the bed towards the little bathroom, "But I have to get ready for the concert. I'm going to take a shower to get this mess off. Care to join me?" Brandon, whose attention was occupied by her swaying, bronze bubble-butt as she walked past him, was ripped back to reality by her offer. "Shit, yes" he mumbled as he slipped out of bed to follow her, slipping out of his shoes and pants that were still pooled around his ankles and giving the mirror a quick glance to check his looks. When he stepped into the bathroom, Carrie had already turned the shower on and let the warm stream soak her body. She smiled back at him when he slipped into the cabin behind her. Carrie Underwood: The Contest The shower was fairly big in comparison to the rest of the small bathroom, yet it wasn't made to hold two people, but Brandon didn't complain as the lack of room forced him to be pressed against her soft backside... Gently he moved Carrie's soaked hair to one side and bent down to place some soft kisses on the side of her neck, making her moan happily, while his hands rested on her womanly hips. Carrie giggled slightly when his hands wandered upwards, over her tummy, up to her breasts and softly kneaded them, lightly pinching her nipples. Slowly his lips found their way to the back of her neck, from where Brandon carefully made his way downwards, along her spine. He got down on his knees behind her as he kissed the small of her back. Carrie's breath already went heavy again and she placed her hands against the wet wall and pushed her peachy bum out to give him easier access. Brandon could feel her shudder as he gently kneaded her buttocks and spread them lightly apart to continue his path along her ass-crack. Carrie let out a loud moan when he kissed her directly on her pink asshole, but he went further down, over her taint to her protruding pussy. "Ohyes!" she breathed as his lips made first contact with her sex and she felt his tongue licking all the way from her little clit to her tight butthole, repeating this process again and again. His hands lingered down from her ass to her thighs and he began to stroke the soft wet skin of her legs while he ate her pussy. Carrie bucked further against his face, trying to get his tongue inside her. He denied her this pleasure though and focused his attention on her outer lips, gently tugging them with his teeth and letting his tongue circle around her clit. She whimpered again at the stimulation and rested her cheek against the cold bathroom tiles while letting the water pour over her head, so she could use her hands to play with her breasts. Having had enough of the teasing Brandon slowly pushed his tongue into her tasting her nectar right from the source, while one hand went up between her legs and started to toy with her clit. "Ohgodyeah! Eat that pussy!" Carrie grunted, reached back and planted one hand on the back of his head to push him further into her cunt. He felt her legs shiver again already and decided to overload her senses with sensations. While his left thumb kept flicking her clit, his right hand travelled up her legs. Then he moved quickly: Swiftly he took his lips off her pussy, only to immediately ram two fingers of his right hand up her slick cunt. Before Carrie could even gasp at the intrusion he dived already back in her ass, his lips finding her asshole and he forced his tongue a bit inside. Carrie squealed in shock as the sudden triple stimulation sent her over the edge. Her legs kicked through the air and for a second she literally sat on his face, legs flailing and her whole body shuddering, the fear of falling backwards mixing in with the sensations and making the orgasm even stronger. She was rocked by the waves of pleasure for almost fifteen seconds before she calmed down. Her whole body was shuddering and she felt weak, yet incredibly good. Slowly Brandon pulled his fingers from her soaked pussy and got up, a wide grin plastered on his face. Carrie almost fell to the floor when she was suddenly unsupported, but only stumbled backwards against Brandon, pressing her tight backside against his front. Smiling he lifted his juice-soaked fingers to her mouth and without thinking about it Carrie opened her mouth and sucked the mess off. "Such a dirty little girl..." Brandon whispered into her ear before planting another little kiss on her neck, "We better get you cleaned up!" With that he grabbed a small bottle of mandarin scented body gel, squeezed a big amount into the palm of his hand and let the bottle carelessly drop to the floor. He immediately began to lather her body up, spreading the foam over her tits, cunt and ass before he focused on her breasts, pulling on her pink stiff nipples. Carrie let her head fall back against his shoulder in enjoyment and shifted her body slightly, making her wet butt rub erotically against his rock-hard dick and trapping it in between her ass-cheeks and his stomach. "Oooh" she cooed, her lids fluttering, "Seems I didn't take good enough care of you. Well, I don't want to seem like a bad hostess!" With that she started to grind her bum against his rod, sending shivers along his spine with the delicious friction. His right hand wandered down from her breasts, drew a couple of lazy circles over her stomach before dropping further to cover her mound. Carrie moaned as he touched her over-sensitive flesh and her hands moved to cover his as he plunged a finger inside, while she kept grinding her hips. She noticed how the feeling of her bum made him twitch already and it made her snicker. "Mmmh, you like my ass, huh?" she whispered huskily, "I've seen you staring at it all day..." With that, her left hand sneaked behind her back and she grabbed his length firmly. Guiding it downwards she lined him up, his head pressing against her pink opening, yet not popping in. "You wanna fuck my little ass, stud?" she asked, grinning cheekily as he could do nothing but moan at the sweet torture. "No?" Well, I guess I must have been wrong then..." she smiled innocently and pulled his dick away from her ass. An animalistic growl escaped Brandon's throat as he wasn't able to bear the teasing any longer. Quickly he pulled his hands away from her sensitive spots and forced her to bend over by pressing his left hand against her back while he gripped his boner with his right and pushed it against her tight anal entrance. Carrie gasped in surprise and planted her hands against the shower wall again to steady herself and yelped as Brandon roughly pushed forward. Her sphincter was relaxed slightly after her last orgasm and the shower gel and water served as a lubricant, otherwise there wouldn't have been a chance for his dick to fit in, but now, after her ring muscle put up a slight resistance, he squeezed in. Carrie whimpered and in a reflex reached back and grabbed his thigh to slow him down slightly. An unnecessary act, since Brandon was keen to take his time anyway, since the whole situation threatened to be too much for him: His cock in the ass of a world famous, beautiful star! Carrie whined as he grabbed her hips and pushed his way inside her ass, inch after inch. She felt tight, much tighter than Brandon had dreamed to imagine, and feeling her butt give way to his dick was the most incredible thing he had ever experienced... Then his pelvis pressed against her buttocks. He was buried all the way inside. Brandon lightly grabbed Carrie's throat and tilted her head back so he could whisper into her ear: "Where's my cock, Carrie!" "Oooow, it's in my ASS!" Carrie whined, though one of her hands snaked its way down to play with her dripping cunt. Brandon gave her ass a light spank, making the tight flesh jiggle enticingly. "Whose ass is it, baby?" "Ohgod, it's YOURS!" she whimpered. "That's right!" he answered with a light chuckle before he carefully began to build up a rhythm. Slowly he sped up, always trying to minimize her pain, going slower when her painful moans got too frequent. But soon her pain was replaced, giving way to an incredible feeling of pleasure that was only intensified by her manipulation of her clit. "H-harder!" Greg grinned, enjoying getting back at her for the earlier teasing. "Beg for it, slut!" Carrie gave a moaning whimper, but complied. "Oh... please! Please fuck my ass harder! Fuck me in the ass like the teasing slut than I am!" Brandon took a deep breath before he complied, picking up speed and force in his thrusts, making Carrie groan happily as the slapping sounds of his groin against her rippling buttocks filled the little bathroom. Brandon relay railed into her now, fucking her ass at full speed while his hands wandered all over her body, fondling her boobs, caressing her stomach and kneading her ass-cheeks, spreading them apart to watch how his length rammed in and out of her asshole. Carrie continued to play with her pussy, tugging and tweaking her clit, while steadying herself against the wall with the other hand. She really enjoyed to get fucked like this, bathed in the raw pleasure and felt her tummy once again starting to knot up. She threw herself back at him as she felt her orgasm arise; feeling already that this one was going to be big. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the tension in her muscles got unbearable and she crossed the point of no return, seconds away from cumming from getting her ass fucked like a common whore. Brandon felt her colon clench around his dick, gripping it tighter than anything he had ever experienced. He grabbed her hips and held her when he felt her whole body tensed up. Carrie's back arched hard against him. Her hands clawed against the wet tiles of the wall, looking for something to hold on to, until she grasped the shower head. Her legs shook and twitched threatening to give way beneath her, as she squealed out her pleasure. The contractions of her ass were too much for Brandon. With a grunt he came, shooting squirt after squirt of baby juice into her well-fucked rectum, filling her butt with his seed. They both froze like that for a while, his dick still balls-deep in her bum, unable to move after the mind-blowing orgasms they had just experienced. After a couple of minutes Brandon's deflating member slipped from her asshole and he stood back. Without his support Carrie's legs buckled and she would have fallen if he hadn't caught her. Gently he let her slide to the floor where she sank into a shuddering heap under the warm stream of the shower. Chuckling he stepped back, content with his work. "Well, you look like you need some time alone... I'll see you at the concert." She gave him a little, shaky smile as he left her sitting in the shower, whistling merrily as he stepped out of the trailer. This was soooo much better than anal-beads...