I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of them. I dropped my underwear revealing my cock, totally limp.
“It does not turn me on.” I said.
“Maybe this will.” Wendy said walking up to me and dropping to her knees. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked hard, pulling it all the way in. Without using her hands she sucked me in and pulled away over and over as I felt the blood start to pump. Soon she was limited to about half of my length without gagging and she looked up at me. I nodded.
Wendy moved back to Louisa’s head, holding her mouth shut as I got on the bed, spreading her legs wide. My cock was close to its target as I spat in my hand and rubbed it into Louisa’s entrance.
“You cannot be gentle David.” Wendy said. “She must be believed when she describes what was done to her.”
Another spit for my cock and then without warning I drove it in to the hilt in one vicious stroke. Louisa screamed into Wendy’s hand, her back arching as she bucked against me, her eyes were shut and her tears flowed. In that one stroke I had felt resistance all the way and it actually hurt me too, being so dry.
I waited a moment before pulling out entirely, again in a fast movement, before another spit on the cock then plunging in again. Louisa cried out over and over as I started to build up a rhythm driving my cock in full length and pulling totally out, over and over.
This vicious fucking lasted about ten minutes then my cock went soft. I suppose it’s no surprise as with my age I was finding this could happen if I was not mentally totally switched on and to be honest having a woman crying in pain and bleeding because of me was not a turn on. I had experienced enough power in my life and did not get off on this type.
“Is that enough,” I asked Wendy, “can we go now?”
Wendy spoke to Louisa, who spoke back, her voice quite level. I wondered how much of her distress had been her acting the part. A lot I hoped. The answer, unfortunately, was not what I wanted.
“You have to cum in her.” Wendy said bluntly.
“I can’t just do this on demand any more,” I told her, “I need to be inspired, not turned off.”
“We are running out of time, David. What does turn you on then?” Wendy was looking at me and this was the first time I had really seen her since I had gone in to the warehouse. Her hair was tied up in a loose disheveled ponytail, she had no makeup on but looked more distinguished rather than older, she wore a khaki shirt that was wrinkled and stained from being lived in for too long, the top couple of buttons undone showing the sheen of sweat on her tits. She had a rather wrinkled long skirt on and a pair of hiking boots. She was very much the bedraggled lady and just looking at her, thinking about the hurried head job earlier, made my thoughts turn to the sex we were going to enjoy together for the rest of our lives.
“You.”
She looked at me, thought for a bit and then unbuttoned her shirt.
“Could you get it up for me?” She asked seductively, slowly dropping the shirt off her shoulders revealing a dark bra.
A twitch in my cock. “I think so.”
Wendy took the bra off revealing tits firm enough to make a woman half her age proud. Her nipples were firm. My cock started to follow suit.
“Still only think so?” Wendy said, slowly lowering her skirt to the ground leaving a brief pair of dark panties and her boots the only covering. Damn, she looked good.
“For you, yes,” I said as my cock reached horizontal and continued to rise, “for Louisa I don’t think so.”
Louisa had been watching from the bed and Wendy said something to her. She nodded. Wendy went to her and rolled her onto her stomach with her legs off the side of the bed, her abused pussy was displayed to me and was slightly open. Wendy dropped her panties and lay over Louisa’s back. They were now both displayed and my dick was hard.
“Fuck me David,” Wendy said in a husky voice, “I have waited for so long, just fuck me now.”
I walked over to them and slowly slid my cock into Wendy’s pussy. Short strokes lengthening as we got into it. She was not very wet and Wendy said, “Use Louisa for lubrication, David, she is wet now.”
I pulled out of Wendy and entered Louisa again. She shuddered at the contact but after a few strokes it was clear she was wetter, so I got my cock good and wet in her and then lifted my aim and entered Wendy again.
When I was fucking Wendy she groaned in ecstasy, when I was fucking Louisa she was groaning in pain and revulsion. She is acting, I thought, trying to convince myself, and I kept it up, fucking Wendy about ninety percent and just slipping into Louisa often enough for her to be able to say we were toying with her. I built up to a faster pace and could feel the cum rising from my balls.
“You must cum in Louisa.” Wendy panted, I wondered why but as the feeling got close I slipped out of Wendy one last time and plunged, full length, into Louisa. She cried out as my cock sprayed its load deep in her recently virgin pussy.
We lay there panting for a while, and then Wendy said, “We have to go quickly, now.”
Wendy and I hurriedly dressed and we secured Louisa to the bed with the cuffs, her torn shirt providing minimal modesty. Wendy looked at her and said something. Louisa replied in her language and then turned to me.
“Thank you David.” Was what I made out. I told Wendy to tell her how to contact me if she managed to escape to Australia, and she did.
Without further delay Wendy and I slipped out into the early morning and headed back to the dinghy, not going too fast as this would have attracted attention. I asked Wendy why I had to cum in Louisa and she told me that if she got pregnant she would be exiled and could escape the family, and if she did not get prenant it would still be more realistic. We had reached the dinghy and I had rowed half way to my boat when a commotion broke out where we had been earlier. Shots were being fired and car horns were blowing. The noise started to move our way.
“Carlo must have found her,” Wendy said, “we had best not be here.” I rowed as fast as I could toward the shape of my boat. Some vehicles pulled up at the dock and a group of men in military type dress got out, guns held at the ready. They scanned the water but we were far enough out to be too hard to see. They went into the harbormasters office and as we were climbing aboard a searchlight came on and started spotlighting the boats.
Soon Jeff was helping us up and he asked, “After us are they?”
“Yes, and they are pretty pissed off.” I answered, puffing heavily.