My Bodyguard (Part 2)
By intenseman


Disclaimer:  This story contains adult material not suitable for children 
under 18.

As I laid on my bed I watched her.  She moved with such grace.  Yet she look 
so strong!  She began dancing for me.  She moved her hands up and down her 
extremely ripped body.  The she started doing some martial arts moves.  Her 
kicks and punches were so powerful.  Now I began to understand why those 20 
men didn't stand a chance again her. I also began to think that I didn't 
stand a chance against her either.  Good thing she was here to protect me 
and not hurt me.  She started moving toward me.

"What are you thinking Clark?" she asked.

"I am thinking how incredibly sexy you look,"  I said.

"Are you also thinking how strong I must be?  Are you beginning to see what 
I am capable of with this body of mine?"  she asked.

"Yes.  I am both turned on and a little in awe at the same time," I said.

"Take your shorts off baby.  I want to see all of you?  Too bad I have to be 
gentle on you.  I have a feeling you would like it when I am a little rough 
with you," she said with a wink and a smile.

She leaned over and we kissed passionately.  We kissed and gently touched 
each other for many minutes.  She then straddle my body with her head down 
at my penis.  She bent down and began sucking on me.  She did it so well.  
He pussy was right in front of my eyes.  She was completely shaved and I 
could see her swollen clit peeking out to me.  I licked it and she moaned 
deeply.  We continue our licking and sucking.  She began to climax after 
several minutes . . .she had gotten so into my licking and nibbling on her 
that she had totally forgotent about sucking on me.  That was good though. . 
.I would have surely cum.  I didn't want to waste it.  I wanted to feel her, 
to be inside her.  She exploded as my tongue was inside her.  I could feel 
her pussy contracting and contracting.  She had orgasm after orgasm.  
Finally she turned back around.  She kissed me deeply.

"You are such a giving lover.  You will be rewarded for your sweet, gentle 
touches baby.  Just lean back now and let Angela do all the work," she said.

And work she did.  She slid her wet pussy onto my throbbing penis.  She took 
all of me into her.  She felt so incredible.  She was so hot and so wet.  
She moved up and down.  It seem liked she did this for hours.  Everytime I 
was about to cum, she would contract her pussy muscles and keep me from 
climaxing.  Then she would start up again.  Even her pussy muscles were 
incredibly strong.  Finally she let me explode inside her.  It was the most 
incredible love making session I had ever had.  I had been married to the 
same woman for 20 years.  We had divorce last year.  She got tired of my 
working so much and left me for a much younger man.  And now here I was, a 
50 year old man with a woman who looked like she was 24 years old at the 
maximum.  Not only was she incredibly young.  She was unbelievably 
beautiful.  And she was meeting many of my secret fantasies I had never 
shared with anyone.

"Honey. . .you are such a thoughtful lover.  I have made love to many types 
of men.  But most of them are so selfish.  Oh. . .but not you baby.  I have 
never climaxed like that before," she said as she nibbled on my ears.

"Angela. . .I haven't made love to a woman since my divorce.  To be honest.  
You are only the second woman I have ever made love to.  My ex-wife and I 
used to make love only about once a week.  She hated sex.  I never knew it 
could be like that!" I said.

"This is only the beginning baby.  I want to explore your secret fantasies.  
I know you have fantasies about being protected by a strong, powerful woman. 
  I know it really turned you on to watch me work out.  Tell me what your 
fantasies are darling and I will meet them," she said.

"I can't believe this is happening to me.  I didn't think there was a real 
person who could fulfill these fantasies.  But I was wrong.  I want to know 
everything about you because I know the more I learn about you the more my 
fantasies will become reality," I said.

"Let's get dress and we can talk.  You can ask me everything you have been 
wanting to ask me since you found out about me in your hospital room," she 
said.

We dressed and I began thinking about what I wanted to ask her.  She put on 
a sexy work out outfit that showed off her incredible body.  We went into 
the den and sat on the couch.

"Ask me anything?"  she said.

"How old are you, Angela?" I asked.

She laughed.  "I am 29."

"I thought you were much younger.  Like 22 or 23," I said.

"So am I too old for you?"  she said with a smile.

"Not at all!!!  Am I too old for you?" I asked sincerely.

"No way!  You are a precious man Clark Holbrook!" she said.

"Thank you.  You are truly an incredible woman, Angela," I said.

"Then ask me some questions that you really have been wanting to ask me, 
dear," she said.

"How long have you been this strong?"  I asked.

"Both my parents were world champion powerlifters.  I guess I inherited 
their genes.  The funny thing is my lifts are much better than my fathers.  
He would die if he ever thought his little daughter would one day be much 
stronger than he was," she said.

"But you do not look like you would be THAT strong.  I always pictured 
powerlifters as looking like shotputters.  You look more like a very fit 
model," I said.

"Maybe a very ripped fitness competitor?"  she asked.

"Yes. . .I even thought that is how I would describe you.  But how could you 
be so strong?"  I asked.

"I guess its the genes and the training.  I do train every day.  And I have 
since I was 4.  My parents started me off in gymnastics at age 4.  I 
excelled in gymnastics.  When I was 6 my father, who was a black belt in 
judo began teaching me.  I started taking jui jitsu when I was 8.  I gained 
alot of my early strength from doing gymnastics though," she said.

"Wow!  So you have been training your body for 25 years!" I said.

"Yes dear. . .you like?" she said as she ran her hand over her breast and 
onto her ripped abs.

"YES!  YES!" I said as my penis began to harden again.

"Are you curious as to the level of my strength cutie?" she asked.

"I saw you lifting downstairs.  I never knew a woman could ever bench close 
to 600lbs," I said.

"I was just getting started on my workout when you came in on me.  That was 
my warm up weight.  My lifts are comparable to the men's heavy weight 
champions.  I don't let it get out though.  In my business, I don't need to 
advertise my abilities to my enemies," she said.

"Have you ever lost a fight?"  I asked.

"To one opponent of many opponents?"  she asked.

"Just one" I said.

"Of course not silly . . .there is not a person alive who would stand a 
chance again me in a fight.  In fact there are probably not 20 men who would 
stand a chance against me if they didn't have guns," she said with a wink 
alluding to her recent accomplishment.

"So you could beat up Mike Tyson?"  I asked.

She doubled over laughing.  "Mike Tyson might last about a minute with me in 
the ring.  But it wouldn't be boxing.  It would be all sorts of tricks I 
know.  But believe me, he wouldn't stand a chance," she said.

She moved her hand down to touch my penis.  It was hard and ready for her.  
Without a word she stood up from the couch and picked me up and carried me 
back to my bedroom.  Here we go again I thought.  OH BOY!

To be continued. . .