Richard

Richard wanted Helen and her daughter, his dick demanded at least one of them and his thoughts dwelt more and more on just that goal, both of them were just teasing begging to be fucked tonight and he would find a way, his friendship with Kent seemed of little consequence anymore.

Stacy was in front of him, the nun outfit only making her more seductive, he had wanted more since her lips had been around his cock , but since then she seemed to have grown even more sexual and gorgeous, his gaze caught by her cleavage,the medallion between such succulent flesh seem to demand his attention, calling him to take her right there.

The Varko's arrival had been untimely , Sofia had said something and he had wandered in a daze, the ache in his pants focusing his thoughts on Helen.

The party had really started to hum , it was definitely getting warmer and the sweet smell in the air was stirring passions throughout the room, simple conversations now became touching, feeling, clothing was loosened and inhibitions subdued. Richard saw Helen pushing her way through the guests. Heading to the door, he was stopped by a "Harley Quinn" who wanted a kiss, her tongue thick with wine making her intention clear. He pulled away, other mouths and over familiar hands impeded his course till finally he reached the entrance .

Helen was standing outside, her back to him, the high heeled boots made her calves pull wonderfully and the peach of her ass was a sight to behold, the costume delving deep between her cheeks. He approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders which made her jump and turn, her heaving cleavage before him, he pulled at the zip that barely kept them contained, he was a man posessed.

"What the hell?" Her knee connected solidly with his swollen balls dropping him to the floor. "Richard?" He heard the heels of her boots click hard as she stormed back inside, he groaned as the sick feeling slowly passed, he wouldn't be denied.

He went back inside, the party had become far more, people had paired up or grouped up , and some writhed on the floor as clothes were discarded, robed servants also took part given to the pleasures that now took over, a projector had appeared from the ceiling and lewd images projected on the wall, seeing them made Richard laugh before he continued.

He had lost track of Helen, tracing the corridors he saw her exit a room, her face anguished. She moved away as he approached. Turning the corner, she had vanished. His pace increased, trying locked doors more and more frantic in his search, his mind was swimming as his aching balls and throbbing member demanded release.

His hand tingled as he tried the next door. It opened to a sight that made him cry out. He entered the room, powerless, and the door shut behind him...