Go straight to the exit

Adella decides that time is of the essence and makes a straight line toward the exit. She is so focused on getting out of there that she almost loses sight of the fact that she is walking through the most hedonistic, sex-filled romp she could ever have imagined. The banquet hall echoes with the sounds of bodies slapping against each other, grunts and moans of the participants, and rapturous expressions of pleasure.

As much as she tries to walk in a straight line, Adella is **** to make several detours to avoid couples, threesomes, and larger groups engaged in some form of debauchery. At one spot she starts to step around a man who standing alone, masturbating with four arms. Only as she gets to one side of him does she see the woman standing directly behind him, her body pressed against his as she reaches around and jacks him off.

Adella’s attention is drawn from that sight when she feels a hand grab her arm. She looks as a man attempts to pull her toward him. “What’s your hurry, you pretty little vixen?” he asks. His leverage is not what it could be because he is on his knees, fucking the young lady who is on her hands and knees in front of him. At some point during the evening, she has gotten separated from her mask, and Adella is startled to recognize her as the Viscountess Clarita Lehorne. The Vicountess is a far cry from the regal, dignified woman who accompanied her husband to the state dinner last month. As Adella looks at her now, her face is contorted in undisguised pleasure as she cries out, “YES!’ in time to each thrust she receives from behind.

Adella pulls herself away from the man’s grip and takes several hurried steps toward the exit when she feels her foot slip out from under her. In her haste, Adella negected to keep an eye out for the ever-multiplying puddles of thick, creamy liquid that litter the hall’s marble floors.

As quick as a wink, Adella is on her hands and knees, startled but unhurt by her fall. She examines her palms, seeing that they have also managed to find some of the musky-smelling bodily fluids that brought her to the floor.

Adella shudders in revulsion as she wipes her hands on her thighs. Before she can begin rising to her feet, her field of vision is filled by the lower half of a male body that comes to her assistance. “Are you alright, dear lady?” he asks, extending his hands toward hers. Adella is relieved that this time it is not the voice of one of her brothers — or anyone else she recognizes, for that matter.

She lifts her eyes toward the masked face and says, “I am quite well, thank you.” She tries not to notice the hairy penis and testicles that hang directly in front of her face. “I simply lost my footing; I am unharmed.” She takes the offered hands and begins to stand as he gently lifts her upward.

Abruptly, he stops pulling and says, “I am relieved you are unhurt. Just the same, you should take a moment and rest before you try to get to your feet.”

Adella begins to protest that there is no need to do so when he says, “And since you are already in such a convenient location….” He takes a half step closer, bringing his crotch so close to her face that she can feel the warmth coming from the stranger’s genitals.