On Your Way Out

You spent the entire party looking for Carrie, wasting your Halloween as you never found her. Giving up hope, you head towards the door to wait for Andy, when you hear someone screaming and get the feeling that they're calling for you.

"Mike! Mike!" You hear a woman calling.

You turn around and find yourself face-to-face with a very sexy looking Carrie Underwood.

"Leaving without me baby?" Carrie asks, "Let's go." She says as she wraps her arm around yours.

You start to get really nervous about this, because although you're fit and stay in shape, you doubt your at the same level as a professional hockey player. However, she didn't seem to notice, whether that was in part because of ****, or tiredness, or a combination of the two, you don't know. The two of you walk outside, and the valet immediately recognizes you, bringing your car around in a matter of seconds.

"Ohhh, what a gentleman!" Carrie exclaims as you hold the door open for her.

She steps into the gold 2016 Mercedes E-Class and you close the door behind her. As you walk around the back of the car, you struggle to contain your excitement, but as you enter the car, you maintain your composure. You quickly, but not too quickly, get in and get as far away from the party as possible.

"Ohh Mike," Carrie moans as she squeezes her tits, "I felt like such a whore in there, but it felt so good!!!! I haven't been this wet since we used the ball gag!" Carrie reveals.

Trying to act casual, you slide your hand over to her and begin to hike up her short dress. You put your hand back on the wheel when you come to a junction, but Carrie finished what you started as she pulls down her lace panties. Back on a straight road, you take your right hand off the wheel and bring it back to attention at the beautiful blonde next to you. You slip your hand under the dress, and take you thumb and slide it along the outside of her pussy, barely grazing her lips. Warmth radiates from her pussy as your thumb, although it had only been a matter of seconds, gets soaked in her juices.

"Damn, she really is turned on by this outfit" you think.

Your thumb is now coated in her juices, and when you look over at her, she is coated in sweat. Since there is no one else on the road, you take your eyes off for a second so you can see her reaction to your next move. Your thumb very slowly enters her pussy, making her arms flail around, looking for something to grab onto, and her face contorts into a look of pure ecstasy. Her hands finally settle on her tits, which she undid the top three buttons of her dress so she could get a better grasp, her blue lace bra the only thing stopping them form getting loose. Once your whole hand enters into her pussy, you slowly pull back, but apparently she couldn't handle it anymore and came all over the seat.

"OHHHHHHH YESSSSS MIKE!!!!!!!!!!" Carrie screams as she falls onto her knees, while her back is pushed up sharply against the seat. For most the would be a very uncomfortable and painful stance, but the pain seemed to just drive her even more.

_I just made Carrie Underwood cum, and all I had to use was my thumb! _You quite satisfactorily think to yourself.

Your attention is brought back to the road as Carrie comes down from her sexual high. That's when you spot a small motel on the side of the road, and immediately pull over.

"Where? Oh, I like it babe," Carries smiles as she realizes where she is, "You go buy a room and I'll get myself fixed up." Carrie says as she pulls up her panties.

"One room please." You ask the manager as you enter the office.

He sets down a key with the number 69 on it and gives you a smile. "$25."

You give him the money and then head outside and toss Carrie the key. She looks at it and smiles, and then heads into the room, shaking her ass on the way in.

"Damn, that's one fine piece of ass, how'd you swing a celebrity like her?" The manager asks, catching you off-guard.

"How'd you?" You stammer, stunned.

"Please, everybody knows who Carrie Underwood is, and no offense, but you're no hockey player." The manager points out.

"Alright," You submit, bringing your volume down to a whisper, "She thinks I'm her husband, and it's Carrie Underwood! Please don't tell anyone." You plead with the motel owner.

He laughs at your pleading, "Hey man, no judgments, but promise me this, if she figures it our and wants to leave, but you 'stop' her, then give me some time with her." The manager negotiates.

"Deal!" You immediately respond, offering your hand.

"Good," The man accepts your handshake, "Now go fuck her into submission." Your new partner jokes.