This is my first try at telling a story, in a foreign language (English is not my mother tongue). What do you think?
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The Adventures of Utah S
vol. 1
by durcombat
Hi guys,
I am Utah S., you know me I am sure.
I am the total package of superior American woman, tall, blond, flat
stomach and big boobs, and powerful muscles everywhere. I may not be a
young girl anymore, but training and experience mean I can kick your
butt, and your woman’s as well.
Men can’t say no to me, women would love to kill me but are too weak to
do it.
Not that being a superior amazon will make me immune to some
embarrassing moments. Most of you will have seen me on TV in that
fucking talk show some weeks ago, so I will not elaborate. I will only say
that, while I came on stage to show my amazing physique and explain
that I was too much to handle for any woman, they had in the audience
an 18 year old shot-putter, a big round girl, who was not impressed and
was easily convinced to get on stage and have a go at fighting me. Well,
you surely remember seeing me rushing away from stage on all four, after
she had trounced me, bared my ass and started spanking it!
Since then she did sent me flowers, and I am considering seeing her in
private: she is quite pretty and she will not overcome me in bed.
But my story today is about another event.
One of my rich admirers had offered to lend me his all white Porsche 911
GT3 to drive on track during an amateur racing Sunday. This car is so
beautiful, so powerful, so dominating on the road and on the track: it fits
me perfectly.
So here I am, ready to start enjoying myself and running circles around
those pretty ladies in sports cars and SUVs. I am wearing my ultra mini
dress, tight and stretchy, all grey and yellow in a wavy chequered flag
motif, showing off my legs at one end and my shoulders at the other, with
a good cleavage in between. Did I forget underwear this morning? In any
case I am tiptoeing carefully with my 4.5 inches golden stiletto heels
(have to remember taking them off for driving on the track), while slowly
sliding in my thin black leather gloves.
That is when I notice the pretty bimbo with the pony tail, not yet 20 years
old, sitting behind the wheel of a dark Cadillac Escalade, smoking a long
cigarette.
I trot toward her, bend at her window and use a friendly as well as not to
be challenged tone to tell her that smoking around racing cars is not very
smart. And she stings back at me ‘You are right, Grandma’ and she drops
her cigarette right in the deep valley between my breasts.
The skinny bitch is laughing ‘I had heard you were hot’ as she spins her
wheels toward the track, while I step back in a hurry, on my toes,
wriggling furiously to try to get rid of this burning thing.
Fuck, she is not going to own me that easily; on the track, with my real
muscle car against her soft truck, I will drive her to humiliation.
