Author's note: This story is written by request/dedicated to Pyrofanity, one of my first readers. Hope you enjoy it.
Also, in case anybody objects, I consider Jewel to be a country singer in addition to folk, even though she hasn't made as big a name for herself in the genre as the others. Plus, she's hot, so you can't argue with that. :)
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There are three kinds of secrets in Hollywood: the kind that the tabloids and the media know about, the kind that directors, producers, and agents know about, and the kind that only the celebrities themselves know about. Dirty Movies is one of the third kind. Spreading only through word of mouth from actress to actress, starlet to starlet, Dirty Movies is a production company founded solely for one reason: so that the gorgeous young ladies who graced screens and made hit singles could act out their nastiest, raunchiest sexual fantasies on film for their own private collections, to be shared only on the drunkest of nights with others also "in the know". No one quite knows the full story of how Dirty Movies came into being, nor how their logistics works in terms of fulfilling every one of their client's personal fantasies, but they manage to provide for everyone, and no one has ever been disappointed by their service.
Today, Dirty Movies takes a look at the country music industry, and how some of its veteran performers treat the young upstarts in the business...
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Somewhere in the remote countryside lies a privately owned farmstead that spans out about 200 acres and is surrounded by sturdy fencing. The vast stretch of green is broken only by a wide dirt path that turns off from the interstate a few miles away and serves as the only way in and out of the farmstead.
A blue pickup truck drives up the dirt road, bouncing on the rough, worn ground as it passes through the gate onto the property. The truck bed is covered by a large tarp, concealing its contents. The driver honks once as it passes by, and the person sitting in the passenger seat waves briefly.
The truck continues on towards a large two-story farmhouse, which looks very modern and well kept. Nearby the farmhouse is a horse stable, with an enclosed area of ground in front of it to serve as a pen.
Pulling to a halt in front of the house, the driver parks it and shuts the engine off. The driver's side door opens, and she steps out.
"Shania Twain."
The Canadian country star looks over and smiles, shutting the truck door behind her. She's dressed in a short-sleeved plaid shirt with the two top and bottom buttons undone (leaving only one strained button to contain her large tits), tight form-fitting blue jeans that hug her hips and ass, and brown leather boots.
"Hot enough for you?" she asks in greeting.
"Looks like it."
"I was talking about the weather," Shania corrects, though with an impish sparkle in her eyes.
"So was I."
She laughs, her long brown hair blowing slightly in the breeze.
The passenger door opens and shuts after a moment, and footsteps in the dirt are heard as someone comes around the front end of the truck. "Hello!" Jewel's greeting is as bright as her smile, the blonde folk and country singer dressed in a powder blue tank top (and clearly not wearing a bra, as her nipples poke through the fabric), cut-off denim shorts and black leather boots that come up to mid-calf.
"Nice to meet you, Jewel."
"Same here!" Jewel responds gaily. "I've heard a lot about you and your...productions."
"From Ms. Twain here, I take it."
The two women exchange a sly glance and laugh. "Let's just say she was there to help me get...comfortable with the idea." Jewel says coyly
"There were others involved," Shania adds. "Men...and women."
"And toys."
"And ice cream."
"And handcuffs."
"And a whip."
"Okay, I get the picture." Both women crack up. "So I'm guessing you two are ready to get started."
"You think?" Jewel replies with a little laugh, her hands coming up to cup her own sizable breasts, jiggling them a bit.
"What do you say, Shania?"
In response, the brunette MILF pulls her shirt open, openly flashing her tits with a sunny grin.
"Let's do this, then." The two women walk over to the truck bed, where something shifts and moves underneath the tarp. "I have to say, I'm surprised you got the two of them to do this."
"Actually, both of them pretty much agreed on the spot when they found out the other would be involved," Shania says, undoing the knots of rope holding the tarp down. The hardest part was getting them here like this."
So saying, she and Jewel pull off the tarp to reveal Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood, both stark naked and on all fours, their bodies covered with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat underneath the tarp. The girls have ball gags in their mouths and collars around their necks, and two butt plugs stick out of their asses.
Both blondes blink at the sudden brightness and Carrie starts getting to her feet. "No!" Jewel says sharply, reaching over and giving her a smack on the ass. Carrie lets out a muffled yelp and withdraws back on her hands and knees. "Bad Carrie! No getting up unless we say!" Making a noise of apology, Carrie bows her head slightly in submission, while Taylor stares straight ahead, waiting patiently.
Shania fiddles with the back panel of the truck bed, unlatching one side before unfolding and extending it, creating a small ramp to the ground. Reaching into the truck bed, she pulls out two leashes and attaches one to each girl's collar.
"Come on, Taylor," Shania says, tugging on her leash, and the 22-year-old crawls forward and down the ramp onto the dirt. "That's a good girl," Shania coos, crouching down beside her and reaching under to grope Taylor's right breast. Taylor sighs in pleasure at the touch, her eyes fluttering.
"Let's go, Carrie," Jewel orders, and Carrie starts moving forward slowly. "C'mon, faster." Still Carrie continues to take her time, now starting to come down the ramp. "Move your ass!" Jewel snaps, yanking on Carrie's leash. This causes her to lose her balance and Carrie tumbles down the rest of the way, landing on her back in the dirt.
"Now look what you've done to yourself!" Jewel scolds, squatting down beside Carrie. The younger blonde's hair is mussed, her body is streaked with dirt, and she looks slightly dazed from her fall. "You've gotten yourself all dirty!" Jewel begins slapping at Carrie's body, paying special attention to her tits as she tries "brushing" the dirt off of her. Carrie squirms under Jewel's rough administrations, her body tingling from the stinging smacks she's getting.
"Looks like she's gonna need a bath," Shania comments, now massaging both of Taylor's tits in her hands. Taylor's moans are muffled through the ball gag, her back arching downward slightly.
"Guess so," Jewel agrees. "You hear that, pretty bitch? We're gonna give you a bath 'cause you got soooo dirty." With that she raises her hand and delivers a sharp slap onto Carrie's clit, eliciting a squeal as Carrie instinctively tries to curl her legs up and over in an attempt to shield herself. "Nuh-uh, no one said you could do that." Jewel grabs her legs and pulls them down again, spreading them open. Carrie lets out a muffled whimper, a look of trepidation on her face.
"Relax," Jewel says in a soothing tone. "I'm not gonna do anything bad." She leans down and gives Carrie's pussy a long, slow lick. The anxiety on her face changes to a look of delight as Jewel continues to eat her cunt, licking up and down her labia while occasionally dipping her tongue into her slick inner folds. Wiggling her hips, Carrie closes her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of her approaching climax. Almost there...almost...
Moments before she's about to cum, Jewel's tongue ceases its heavenly administrations, and Carrie makes a plaintive noise, her eyes still closed, her head lost in a fog of arousal. Jewel's voice cuts through suddenly. "Time for your bath, Carrie."
Carrie's eyes pop open just in time to see Jewel standing over her, a devilish grin on her face as she aims the shiny nozzle of a hose at her and squeezes the pump. A jet of shockingly cold water hits her body, and Carrie shrieks through the gag, reacting as though she's being electrocuted. As the cold water hoses over her Carrie rolls over onto her hands and knees and attempts to crawl away quickly to avoid the spray.
"No! Bad Carrie! Stay!" Jewel shouts, keeping the hose on her as Carrie continues trying to escape. "Taylor!"