Chapter 2: The Dragon’s Lair

It turned out that the lodgings were board only, so I drove to King’s Lynn and had a good pub meal. Returning to the estate some time later and following the instructions I had been given brought me to a small isolated rustic worker’s cottage that I had all to myself. The upper floor had been turned into a large, spacious and comfy bedsit with a large open seating area, double bed and en-suite bathroom. It was very nice but I was weary after the day’s events so decided on an early night. As it was rather hot and sticky with no air-con, I left the big upstairs windows open. With no neighbours or passers-by to peer in, I didn’t close the curtains in hope of a cooling breeze. Pushing the covers to the bottom of the bed, I got on in just my boxer shorts, turned off the lights and settled down to get some sleep.

A creaking floorboard, a soft footstep on the carpet, a dark silhouette barely discernible in the unlit room. Unmistakably feminine, full and shapely with a large bust, it reminded me of the fearsome woman I’d seen earlier. Was this the Dragon come to give me my groin’s desire? In the low light levels I swore I could make out white-blonde hair in that style of hers. She had made such an impact on me I was dreaming about her! As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I saw the figure with her back to me standing by the dresser clad in a figure hugging black leather catsuit and thigh-length boots. With that figure it was unquestionable a ‘she’ with a marvellous broad back tapering to a smaller waist and out again to a breath-taking tightly-wrapped firm black rounded peach clad in sensual skin-tight leather that called to my groin. In alarm I realised that she was going through my stuff! This wasn’t a dream! The lady with the great arse was stealing my wallet!

In an instant I was alert with muscles taut as springs leaping out of bed towards the intruder. Grabbing her from behind I tried to restrain the thief. Orrr! a hard rounded backside thrust into my groin with an exciting electric touch. “HAI!” I jumped as a leather-clad arm pumped back. “Nnrrrff!” the point of an elbow hammered against my sternum; “YA!” and jaw, whipping my head back so hard I saw stars. Leaning forwards, a thick leg struck like a cobra slamming into the top of my gut. “Woragh!” winded, my feet left the floor from a shockingly powerful kick. The dark-clad figure stepped close seizing my right wrist. “HAI!” the edge of a hand slashed across my throat. A horrid croak left my lips as I began to choke. In the gloom I saw a knee soar high with heeled boot aiming for my head. “HAI!” like an arrow released from a bow it streaked towards my face. In fright I throw up my forearm. “Ow!” the leading shin of her boot slams into it sending numbing lances of pain throughout my arm which flops uselessly by my side. “YAH!” an arc of movement and the top arch of her foot smashes into my jaw. With the taste of blood in my mouth, my head flies back over my shoulders. Staggering, the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed and I tumble onto it. Lying there, I am stunned that the thief had taken me apart so easily. I thought myself tougher than that and steeled myself to get up and fight back.

I’m about to make my move when there’s a click and the low-level room lights come on. I am gob-smacked at the sight of a mature woman clad in a skin-tight black leather catsuit and black high-heeled thigh-boots moulded over a powerfully shaped physique. Slinky and sexy with the reflected lights shimmering and rippling with every move in a sensual and alluringly feminine manner, I was practically drooling. Atop that erotically-clad figure was the once-handsome face of a fierce-looking woman with almost white hair. “So, Fotios, if that is your real name” a low gravelly privileged voice says with a glance at my passport in her hand. “It is” I gasp “I’m stunned and excited to be in the same room as you” I blurt out. “You’re...” “Ah-ah!” a finger rose in warning. “A little knowledge can be a dangerous thing” stony hard eyes bored into me. “Dr. Porter-Bowl or Clarissa if you’re getting familiar” “You’re The Dragon” I gasp in excitement rising from the bed. “You’re amazing. You look incredible” I babble with rising desire. Her old wrinkled face is nothing to write home about but the way she glares at me like she could rip me to shreds really turns me on. That figure-hugging leather made the crabby old lady an erotic vision of a real stern dominatrix rather than some bored-looking whore. But it’s not her face that I’m interested in although that fearsome appearance added a strange dangerous attraction.

“HAI!” a well-shaped thigh-boot clubs the top of my head shockingly fast and hard. “YA!” belying her age and build her legs flipped apart with staggering agility in a blaze of reflected light off tight leathers, nailing the top of my chest with a pointed toe. “YA!” the same leg whipped around my head to blast the shin against the back of my neck. “HA! HA!” the top of a boot hammers the other side of my neck and top of my head in a single fluid move. Jeez! Her kicks are so quick and strong, only then did I remember Jim saying Clarissa was in The Elite Death Squad and clearly had lost none of her skills. Seizing my right wrist she powered a lightning fast thunderbolt kick into my side that made me squeal. “HAI!” Her leg came up fast, coming out of no-where, straight and vertical to blast my jaw, whipping my head right back with my knees buckling beneath me.

“Ow!” a twist of my arm stopped me falling and folded me over as a hand pressed against the back of my elbow. Bent over at 90 degrees I marvelled at how the catsuit clung to the old woman’s body like a second skin with her legs stretching the leather with thick powerful shapes adorning her outer thighs like granite slabs. “YA!” “Orraghh!” a twitch of her right leg and a knee mashed my mouth, bruising my lips and making my teeth ache. A brutal twist of my wrist and I was on my knees with my nose less than an inch from the top of a booted foot while my right arm was painfully twisted at the shoulder and pulled vertically behind me with the brush of leather against my bare skin. “Arghh!” she pressed back my hand. “You’re the one who’s been following me. Who are you? A stalker?” the fierce lady growled, further pressing back my hand for added pain. “No, no” I begged. With a sexy shiny thigh-boot close to my face reflecting the room lights in a wonderful shimmer, I was awed by how they managed to contain her large muscular calves. “You don’t know how much I long to be with you, after the way you handled those rude lads. You are incredible!” I gasped although my wrist felt like it would shatter at any moment. “I followed in case you needed help”. “Did it look like I needed any help?” the stern leather-sheathed Goddess standing over keeping me in agony sneered. “Am I am weak old lady that needs a man to protect me?” “Ah ah!” my hand was at snapping point. The boot toe was shoved in my face “Kiss it and apologise or this weak old lady will break your wrist and elbow with the slightest of pressures” I’m not into that foot-fetish stuff but her raw dominance was seriously turning me on. I kissed the toe, tentatively at first then working along the top of the foot getting more passionate as this became a manner to release the sexual frustration she had been instilling in me all day. “Oh you really turn me on. I want to worship you all night long” I moaned. “You were perving on me, I heard your heavy breathing and smelt your seed” she accused as I worshipped her foot. “I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t help myself. The way you destroyed and dominated those yobs. I’d love to be physically and sexually dominated by you like that; but in a more tender, loving way” I admitted. The way she just glared at me made me nervous wondering whether I’d had said too much.

Powerless to stop her, Clarissa inflicted more painful manipulation of my wrist and elbow forcing me to rise slowly with my face rubbing up over those incredibly long sexy thigh-boots and then that sturdy power-packed catsuit. My journey upwards lingered over her wide low slung bust where I couldn’t help noticing the prominence of her big areolae and erect nipples pushing out the soft leather like large studs. Physically dominating me made her aroused as I was. The size of her arms with strong bulges stretching the leather and delineating big shoulder caps, biceps and triceps was intimidating close up. Exciting me with every inch, the strict mature lady drew me up until we were face to face, where she held me for several uncomfortable seconds staring at me with cold intimating eyes and hard aged features. While far from beautiful in the conventional sense, she once must have been quite handsome before the ravages of time had imparted a fierce and scary countenance that could intimidate any man. Yet there was something in her powerful physique, combat skills and dominant attitude that greatly aroused me. I wanted this woman like no other I had before. “You followed me earlier but I lost you” she accused. “I saw you jogging and when I saw those amazing calves I just had to follow to get a better look. They are really incredible. You’re really a very sexy woman” “Really” she said unimpressed, taking my trembling hands and placing them upon her hips. “And what do think of this little get-up? Not exactly Saville Row I know” she asked guiding my palms up to her waist on either side, then sliding them up to the sides of her large bust then back again. The feel of soft leather gliding beneath my hands was sensual, triggering primal urges. Despite being almost grey-haired, that incredible figure in a leather skin moulded tightly to every contour, was obviously well muscled making my dick grow stiffer by the second. “Incredible! I want to make mad passionate love to you” I groaned “Yes I thought you would say something like that” she remarked. Running my palms from her navel, over a firm belly to a startlingly soft malleable large bust, my fingers were guided to a small zip close to her throat. “A woman who wears a figure hugging leather catsuit has to be confident” she drew my hands slowly downwards unzipping the front. The edges fell apart to reveal large rounded orbs of breast that left me moaning in desire. “Strong enough to deal with horny men” The zip went lower until the underside of her large orbs were visible with no sign of a bra. The sight of large fleshy boobs meeting together like two balloons with a deep enticing cleavage between drove me to extreme levels of longing that I had never experienced before. “Oh you sexy dragon” I moaned trying to kiss her.

“Woragh” the buxom GILF’s knee soared high slamming cruelly just below my rib-cage, lifting my feet completely off the floor as shock-waves spasmed through my diaphragm. With the tantalising view of her firm partially-uncovered breasts, she rose onto her toes while leaning into me as a sensuous length of leather-clad thigh-boot streaked upward hammering the knee right into the same spot but sinking much deeper. “Nnngh!” I groaned through clenched teeth with little breath to give. With her knee still buried in my upper stomach, the edge of a wrinkly old hand slashed down upon the rear of my neck on one side. “HAI!” my head jerked violently while a wave of nausea tinged my mouth, my vision darkened and my senses faded. With a chilling ferocity in her face that really scared me, the nearly-white haired woman grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and again powered that knee high with great stamina and flexibility. The big solid knee thundered into the middle of my gut with such force, I felt myself riding it as my feet left the floor before crashing heavily to the carpet.

A pair of heeled shimmering black thigh-boots moulded around dramatic strong muscular shapes filled my vision as I lay gasping for breath with pained constrictions in my chest. My gaze followed those sexy leather pillars of dominant womanhood up to a sturdy yet curvaceous figure and a stern face glaring down at me in an expression of impatience. “Oh do man up” the privileged lady rebuked “You’re just as bad as the stable-boys. They can’t take their punishment either” she leant forwards to address me lying on the floor. “Look at you. Big macho man destroyed by a woman old enough to be your grandmother” she sneered. Breasts like flesh-coloured beach balls hung in the partially unzipped catsuit, two unrestrained sexy globes beckoning to my dick. With boobs like those it didn’t matter what her face looked like, I wanted to bang her to infinity and beyond. Charged with testosterone I forced myself to my feet. “I told you the truth” I tried to hide the fear as I faced her. “Lord you look amazing” I groan in desire running my hands up the sides of her body enjoying the feel of that sexy second skin. “Oh botheration. You really are a pest” she sighed as my hands wander to that alluring opening where her breasts are on the verge of busting out. “Such a sensational body” I groaned reaching for the zip to set them free. In a flash her arms shot up through the middle of mine and sprang outwards with the edge of her hands chopping across the top of each elbow making them tingle and fall numb.

Grabbing the back of my neck Clarissa pulled my face down to watch in horror as a knee sped up towards me. “Arghh!” hammering my jaw, my teeth mashed together as my head tore back in a blinding blaze of lights behind my eyelids. I would have crashed to the floor if she hadn’t seized my right wrist and twisted it forcing me to stay upright. Turning around she pulled my arm over her shoulder and leant forwards, thrusting back firm buttocks wrapped in shiny black leather. Pulled against her back, the solid feel of her backside pressing into my groin had my dick lurching uncontrollably inside my boxers. She leant further forward and the feel of my groin sliding over that sexy firm slick leather peach almost made me lose my load completely. The next instant I was tumbling over her shoulder at terrifying speed. The floor came up much too fast and slammed into my back making me cry out. The harsh woman still had hold of my wrist with my right arm vertical in front of her sexy thigh-boots. “Oh do stop whining. Get up or suffer multiple-fractures of your arm which will never heal properly. Your choice” the striking woman was as tough and unforgiving as she looked. Pressing a knee against the back of my elbow to over-stretch my arm, I shrieked in pain. “What were you thinking?” she scoffed with my arm on the point of breaking. “You saw how I handled those yobs. Did you really think you were a match for me?” I had no choice but to struggle to rise, sure she would really break my arm.

“Please, I don’t want to fight you. Much the contrary” I told her holding my hands out in supplication, trying not to wince at the pain in my arm. “What you want doesn’t matter” she stated, facing me in a wide-sideways stance with her hands raised like knife blades. I felt unease as the sturdily-built lady looked such a capable fighter. She must have noticed for she lowered her hands, moved her legs closer together in a more relaxed stance and softened her fierce glare. That form-fitting soft leather catsuit was so alluring that I could only stand and stare in rapture as she slowly approached with a seductive swagger to her broad hips. Pressing up against me in a provocative manner made me think my luck was in. Without warning the leather-clad granny grabbed me around the neck and fell backwards while a knee came up and buried the sole of a shimmering thigh-boot in the pit of my stomach. “Woah!” I was falling down towards her then momentarily supported upon a raised thigh-boot as she lay on her back beneath me. Less than a heartbeat later I was hurtling overhead at tremendous speed in a longitudinal tumble before my back slammed against the carpet.