Maia - 1

“Refreshments, anyone?”

The ever-depraved nymphomaniac, Bunny Worthington-Smythe, was running out of steam. Her insatiable cunt had been pounded relentlessly and her multiple orgasms left her gasping for breath. She needed a drink bad.

Bunny scrutinized her choice of whores, each one chosen with deliberate precision. This time, she was determined to make the selections herself, without relying on the family's usual contacts for “entertainment specialists”. She had wanted to do this on her own, on her terms.

For the dinner party, she insisted that the whores they hired were born in their country of origin and currently residing there. Most of them had to be flown in illegally at a staggering expense. This inflated the already lavish cost of the dinner party significantly. Bunny had meticulous, uncompromising tastes for that added touch of authenticity.

The British teen had failed to foresee the drawback - none of them spoke a lick of English. Their lack of language proficiency was of little importance. After all, the main use for a whore's mouth is to provide pleasure through cock-sucking and pussy-licking, in the most degrading and perverse ways possible, not for idle chatter. One task, however, demanded some form of communication.

Bunny let out a loud shout, "Mayaaah!" Instantly, the stunning figure appeared.

Maia, an exotic beauty in her mid-twenties, stood out, her porcelain skin glowing under the dim lights, accentuating her plump curves. Completely naked, save for the collar and bow tie wrapped around her neck, she was a sight to behold. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, catching the light with each movement. Maya's breasts were full and perky with nipples erect from the mixture of excitement and arousal. Her dark eyes were painted with an ever-so-slight eyeliner, making them look bigger and wider, as she held the tray filled with empty wine glasses with a single hand, struggling to balance it while her pussy visibly dripped, glistening in the dim lighting.

Bunny had grown fond of the Half-Singaporean slut. She was the one whore whose name Bunny had bothered to remember. She’s been invited to serve the family's bi-annual dinner party for the sixth time, two of which Bunny was present. She had become a favorite fuckmeat among both guests and family members, who appreciated her willingness to debase herself in the most perverse ways possible.

“I need a drink, slut, what do you have?” Bunny asked.

Maia's ability to speak English fluently with that touch of British accent made her an invaluable asset to the party. She was tasked to be the drinks specialist.

Maia kissed Bunny unprompted, an act none of the other whores would even dare to attempt. “Behind me,” she gave her plump ass a hard squeeze, “is a fresh enema of a 1961 Chateau Petrus. A Bordeaux icon, with notes of truffle, earth, and leather, with hints of cassis and spice.”

“Mommy doesn’t like me drinking yet, she says I’m too young and she doesn’t want me to develop any unseemly habits,” She spat on her finger and inserted it into Maia’s dripping pussy, “What’s in here, Maya?”

“Oh that you will love,” Maia proudly explained, “I made it personally from a blend of watermelon and peaches loaded with artificial sweeteners to keep it just as sweet coming out.”

Bunny's lips quiver in anticipation as she asks with a smile, "One please," holding her glass under Maia's waiting cunt.

"It will come out faster if you rub my clit,” Maia suggested, half anxious that she might be overstepping her casualness. She was a top whore, she knew that, but she wasn't sure how much leeway that truly granted her.

Bunny felt Maia's hesitation, so she played along, "Can I, you know, lick it too?"

Maia's tension eased, and she replied with a smile, "Pull it, flick it, bite it!" Her heart felt lighter.

Bunny eagerly feasted on Maia's pussy, her tongue swirling around her clit. "Hey, this tastes kinda weird," she said, lifting her head for a moment. She noted the distinct absence of semen on Maia's cunt. "What's up with that?"

Maia glanced downward, feeling a little embarrassed. "Uh, no one's fucked my pussy or ass yet. I guess they were being considerate of the other guests. Not everyone enjoys the taste of semen in their drinks, so they steered clear of those holes." She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "F-fuck, here it comes, Mistress!"

Bunny reacted swiftly, holding her glass beneath the whore's cunt. Maia's piss flowed into the glass, infused with her unique blend.

The hostess looked at Maia sympathetically and said, "I never thought about the downsides of being in charge of drinks." She downed the glass in one go, savoring the sweet and fruity taste of Maia's piss with a hint of aphrodisiac. Then, she pulled the girl into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, I should have made you a table whore if I knew this would happen," she said, trying to lighten the mood. Bunny wanted her favorite girl to be thoroughly fucked and abused.

Maia smiled weakly, "Oh, don't worry about me. I've had my tits constantly groped, look at the teeth marks. Also, I couldn't even tell you how many cocks I've sucked. I’m still being constantly used, it’s just a… little different this time." She assured the teenager.

Bunny felt her body warm through the whore’s embrace, but the weight of her oversight remained. Determined to make things right, she held Maia’s face an inch from her own, “The night’s not over yet. I promise you won’t be able to walk before the sun comes up.”

Maia's eyes sparkled, and she leaned in, delivering a passionate kiss to Bunny. Their lips moved in unison, fueled by love and appreciation. The kiss was tender yet full of longing - a stark contrast to the debaucherous scenes around them.

Bunny responded with the same softness, her tongue dancing with Maia's as their saliva mixed. Their eyes locked together, exploring each other's souls in a moment of quiet intimacy. The tension between them was palpable, and Bunny couldn't help but take in the scent of Maia's freshly washed hair and the velvety softness of her skin.

“To get you properly fucked, we first need to drain whatever’s in you,” She dragged her favorite whore deeper into the sea of entangled bodies.

1961 Chateau Petrus served at body temperature