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.