It's the end of another long but successful night on Carrie Underwood's "Storyteller" tour, and Carrie is rushing off to her hotel room to feed her growing habit.
Unlike most of the stops on this tour, Carrie is flying solo, since she had found a babysitter to take her son off her hands, which meant she could spend some time alone and doing things she wanted to do in her hotel room after shows.
Among those things was the little pot habit she has developed thanks to her friend Kacey Musgraves, who had been sending Carrie the finest blunts to get high on after each of her shows and tonight was no different.
"Dear Carrie. I went through a lot of "work" to get this to you, but I'm sure you'll find that it is the highest-quality weed you've ever smoked since I started feeding this addiction of yours," Kacey's note read as Carrie scanned the contents of the box, smiling to herself as she lit the first blunt.
"SHIT...Kacey always gets the good stuff..." Carrie told herself as she headed for the bathroom, running water into the bathtub to prepare herself a nice bath to enjoy while she smoked her troubles away.
"I suppose I should lock the door. I need to be more careful who walks in on me now that I've developed this little habit," she told herself, snickering at all the possible "good girl Carrie's hiding a pot head secret" stories she envisioned in her head if her secret got into the wrong hands.
"That's a lot of smoke. I bet it looks like the 70s in here," Carrie joked to herself as she started to smoke the blunt, spreading her long legs out far apart and exposing her pussy to the world, and anyone who might walk in on in her stoned state, as she jammed three of her fingers into it and started fucking herself.
"Too bad Mike's not here. But he's afraid of a little pot smoke, so I got to do this myself instead of having a cock to play with," she muttered, throwing her head back and drawing herself near orgasm when she stopped to readjust the blunt in her other hand, leaving her tight pink pussy open for business for anyone who might come along while she did so.
"UUUUHHHHH YEAH...I'm so high right now..." Carrie moaned to herself as the pot smoke filled the room, the hazy smoke beginning to waft out into the hallway as room service comes to her door to bring her the complementary wine she requested after the show.
"That's odd. I hope Miss Underwood is okay," the room service guy, named Daniel, says to himself when he sees the smoke, using her spare room key to let himself in and almost cumming in his pants at the site he sees.
"Room service...HOLY FUCK..." he says, the last part to himself, as he walks into the room, his eyes wandering to the bathroom and to the site of Carrie with her head back in the tub smoking on a blunt, her legs spread wide and her pussy staring him in the face as he walked by.
"Miss Underwood, I have your complimentary wine...FUCK she looks tight..." Daniel told her, before trailing off and saying the last part under his breath as she started to finger herself, the blunt looking to be almost gone by then.
"MMM...a little more Carrie...almost there you sexy stoned slut...then back to the pot..." Carrie told herself, so caught up in her work and high on the pot that she didn't see Daniel in the room watching her until she felt a hand that she knew wasn't hers starting to rub her cunt.
"Need a little help Carrie?" he asked her as he started jamming his fingers into her, having already ditched his own clothes sometime after walking in on her.
"MMM...feels good baby..." Carrie hissed, knowing it was wrong but too stoned to care as he quickly got bolder, climbing into the tub with her and beginning to dart his tongue in and out of her.
"OHGOD...eat my pussy..." she moaned, still smoking the blunt as the room service guy whirled his tongue around deep in her cunt, her legs wrapping around his head as he drove her closer to the orgasm she needed so badly.
"OHGOD...OHGOD...YES...MMMM..." Carrie cried out as she came for him, her juices lathering his tongue as he held it inside of her, the blunt in her hands almost smoked out as he drank down her fluids and aimed his dick at her pussy.
"No...not your cock, baby," Carrie told him, trying to push him away and snap back to reality when he grabbed the other blunt on the edge of the tub and handed it to her.
"Smoke this Carrie. I don't want to hurt you. I want to make you feel good," he told her as Carrie started smoking the other blunt, so distracted by it she didn't feel him sliding his cock into her wet, tight pussy until he was already buried inside of her and thrusting into her.
"UH...OHGOD...YES..." Carrie moaned with every thrust into her exposed pussy, her legs going up on his shoulders and giving him the deepest angle to fuck her from as he stretched her cunt out to its limits.
"You're just as tight as you looked Carrie," he teased her as he drove his dick in and out of her, feeling her walls tightening up for him as he fucked her, her back arching and her eyes rolling back in her head as she neared orgasm for him.
