My Protector
By Intenseman



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

My gosh my head was pounding.  Where was I?  Why did I hurt all over?  The 
last thing I remember in riding my harley down this lonely road and being 
flagged down by this stranded motorist.  I remember him hitting me with 
something.  The rest is a blur.  At least I was safe.  I opened my eyes and 
realized I was in a very large bed.  I rolled over and the spot next to me 
was warm.  I was in someone elses bed?  What happened next shocked me!  I 
was looking at the door when this incredibly large, muscular woman walks in. 
She smiles and says,

"I see you are finally awake.  I was beginning to worry about you."

I looked at this woman as she ducked under the door frame.  She was wearing 
a little nightie.  It had spagetti straps which showed off some incredibly 
large shoulders.  In fact her whole body looked like a marble statue.  She 
had a nice smile as she approached the bed.  She sat down and put her hand 
on my forehead.  I guess she was checking to see if I had a fever.  Her hand 
was enormous.

"So are you feeling any better?"  she asked.

"I hurt really bad.  Did you do this to me?"  I asked wearily.

"Of course not silly.  I am your protector.  I was jogging down the road 
when I noticed these four guys attacking you.  You looked so helpless.  So I 
stepped in a took care of those guys and then carried you to my place.  I 
would have taken you to a hospital but I live 20 miles from town and I don't 
have a car," she said.

"So you are telling me you beat up four men and then carried me here?" I 
asked incrediously.

"Yes.  I only had to carried you a couple of miles to my house and you are 
really light," she said smiling.

Again I looked at her body.  I am a big guy at 6'1" and 230lbs but I felt 
small next to my protector.  Her arms were so big and had veins running all 
over them.  Her breasts were full, but very muscular.  Her waist looked too 
small on someone of her height.  I must have been staring because she said,

"I see you have noticed my body?" she said embarrassingly.

"You have quite a body!", blushing as I said it.

She laughed and said, "Does that mean you find me attractive or repulsive?"

"I must say that I find you very attractive.  But I also must admit that I 
have never seem a woman so muscular and so tall," I said.

"How. . .how tall are you?"  I asked.

"I am so glad you find me attractive!  I have been caring for your wounded 
body for several days and I have developed a little crush on you.  I am 
6'11" tall and weigh 525lbs," she said.

"Are you serious?"  I asked.

She gently cradled me in her arms and lifted me off the bed.  I was amazed 
how easily she lifted me.  She carried me to this giant door.  She held me 
with just one hand and opened the door.  Inside the room with a huge gym 
filled with all sorts of equipment.  She placed me on the floor and I 
realized my head came up to the top of her shoulders.  She held one arm to 
steady me.

"You see.  I really am 6'11", she said.  Then she stood on a big scale and 
she did indeed weigh 525lbs.

"I am training for the olympics in the shotput and hammer throws.  I find it 
easier to train out in the country," she said.

"Wow!  So you must be pretty strong?"  I said feeling stupid for asking such 
a dumb question.

"Yes I am incredibly strong.  In fact I have been apprehensive about 
competing because I am sure I will become famous and my strength will become 
known.  I have a fear that I will not be able to meet the man of my dreams if 
those facts come out," she said.

I was embarrassed that I was beginning to get an hard-on staring at this 
muscular goddess.  I thought about trying to hide it but it was too late.

"Do I physically excite you?" she asked.

"I am so embarrassed.  I am sorry but being next to your beautiful body does 
turn me on. . .please forgive me?" I asked.

"Forgive you?  I have been looking for a man just like you for years.  A man 
who would be so turned on by the sight of me.  Now I rescue the man of my 
dreams.  And you ask me to forgive you?" she said with a laugh.

"Why am I the man of your dreams.  You are so much more muscular and 
athletic and stronger.  I would think that you would prefer a more athletic. 
. .more muscular man," I said.

"Most really muscular, athletic men are very intimidated by me.  My size 
blows them away and when they find out how strong I am they usually can't 
handle it," she said sexily.

"How strong are you?  You have me curious," I said.

"Watch this!"  she said.

She walked over to a bench that had 10 45lb plates on both sides and laid 
down and benched it easily for 15 reps.

"That was a warm-up!" she wink.

"How much weight is that?"  I asked.

"Oh. . .only 2100lbs.  Those are 100lb plates and there are 20 of them plus 
the bar which weighs 100lbs," she said.

"Wow!  You are strong!" I said.

"Most real jock guys are jerks.  I like my man to be sensitive and sweet. . 
.just like you are," she said as she walked up to me.  She slowly lifted me 
up to her lips and kissed me passionately.  Then she turned me upside down 
and began pressing me over her head.  Slowly she lowered my swollen penis 
into her mouth. . .