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How Carrie Got Pregnant

It was the last night of what had been another fairly uneventful, but certainly successful, tour for Carrie Underwood, and, despite the fact that I had made a few as of yet unsuccessful advances toward her on the road, I had tried for the most part to put any thoughts of hooking up with her out of my mind. Until I heard the argument, that is. “Why are you doing this to me, Mike?!? You know I told you that I wanted to start making a f****y with you when I got off the road!” I heard Carrie yell loudly into the phone from her dressing room, and as her tour manager, and since I had to go see if she was in need of any assistance anyway, I waited outside her door for the argument to stop and then called out to her. “Carrie, is everything okay in there?” I asked her from outside the door, before hearing her get up and come to the door, trying to f***e a smile as she let me in. “Marriage stuff John, I’m sure it’s normal for things like this to happen,” she told me as I looked her up and down in the tight shorts and form-fitting shirt she was wearing and wondered what it would take to get her in bed with me. “Carrie, I am not just your road manager, I would like to think that by this time of the tour, being our last night on the road and all, that I am also someone you can confide in,” I told her, looking her in the eyes as she sat down and told me all about how her ungrateful husband doesn’t want to go anywhere near her when she’s home these days. “Maybe I’m not as pretty as people ...

... think I am John,” she whispered to me as we sat alone in her dressing room, resting her head on my shoulder, clearly having a weak moment, “how about you? You think I’m pretty, right?” “Carrie, baby, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you if I was married to you,” I told her as I placed a hand on her thigh and brushed the hair back out of her face. “Just stay here with me then John,” she whispered as she got up to lock the door to her dressing room and smiled her sexiest smile at me as she walked over to me, her whole demeanor seemingly having changed as she jumped into my arms. “I know you want to fuck me John,” she told me as she wrapped her legs around me and let me kiss her deeply on the lips, “you wouldn’t have spent so much effort trying to get in my pussy every night of this tour, otherwise. Tonight’s going to be your lucky night, baby, because I am unable to resist you anymore. And I also want to get revenge on him for neglecting my needs.” “You deserve someone who wants to be around you and touch you and make you feel good Carrie,” I whispered to her as I kissed her again and laid her on the couch, starting to softly kiss her neck as she started to moan in my ear. “Tell me how bad you want me Carrie,” I whispered to her, seeing the lust in her eyes as she threw her legs around me as I started to undress her, pulling her shirt up over her head and sliding her shorts off of her. “I want you John…I want you bad…” she hissed as I reached behind her to unhook her ...