The Hunger Games (But with Fancy Appetizers) - 2

A little bunny rabbit preparing for her speech

Oliver's excitement grows, his mind already racing with the possibilities. "I know exactly who I'm going to use it on," he says with a wicked grin.

Reginald chuckles, "Then, by all means, Oliver, make your choice and claim your prize."

"Consider it done," Oliver replies, already planning his next move. He sinks his fist in the cunt of the whore who shrieks in surprise. His brother James gives him a hearty pat on the back.

It’s amazing how excited people can still get after doing these dinners so many times Reginald thought. He addressed his guests. "Tonight's game as well as your selection of whores comes courtesy of my daughter, the mastermind behind it all. Bunny, dear?"

Bunny Worthington-Smythe rises from her seat, wiping her mouth with the hand of the whore in front of her with spread legs. Her heart races, whispering to the whore to begin slowly fingering her.

Nervous that she was addressing such a big crowd, she pulled down her dress to expose her young, perky breasts for confidence.

"Y-yes, umm..." she faltered, before finally spitting out her announcement. "Tonight's game to get me pregnant. I mean--"

Bianca, noticing her daughter's nerves, moved behind her and began massaging her breasts. "This was your idea, sweetie," she reminded Bunny. "These are all your friends, remember?"

Bunny took a deep breath and nodded, feeling a surge of bravery as her mother's hands kneaded her tender flesh. "Right. I can do this," she thought and continued with her rehearsed speech.

Bunny cleared her throat. “Alright, listen up. One of the whores before you is currently in her most fertile state and ready to breed. The game is simple, whoever knocks her up wins!”

A murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd, and Bunny raised her hand to quiet everyone down. "Now, I know what you're thinking. 'How will we know who's ovulating?' Well, that's where the fun comes in. The women are not allowed to say, and you're not allowed to ask. So, I encourage everyone to share and swap to have more chances of winning."

From across the table, Steven raised an eyebrow. "What's the prize this time, Bunny?" His older sister, Victoria, pouted, clearly disappointed she wasn’t eligible to win.

Bunny notices this and immediately responds. “Don’t worry, the prize is meant for the whole family. You can choose any cheerleader squad from any professional team and they’ll be your playthings for,” she paused for effect, “an entire weekend yacht party! Fuck 'em, suck 'em, or toss 'em overboard - the choice is yours!”

Victoria's eyes widened with excitement, and she immediately perked up. Bunny knew she had won her over with such a generous prize.

The crowd's cheers grew, and the atmosphere became more heated as the already depraved energy rose to new heights. Bunny's breasts bounced as she spoke, and the whore's fingers slid in and out of her, drawing the attention of many in the room.

Reginald couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride for his daughter as she stood before his guests, announcing the game with such confidence. "My clever little Bunny.”

He wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders, pulling her closer for a most unchaste father-daughter kiss. As they broke apart, he gestured towards his engorged cock, indicating what she should do next. Without hesitation, Bunny sank to her knees and opened wide, taking both her father’s cock between her eager lips.

Bianca, not one to be left behind, moves to the side and starts licking and sucking his balls. Her agile tongue swirls around each one, sending shivers down Reginald's spine. He throws his head back in pure pleasure as the mother-daughter duo become focused on their task of blowing his dick.

Bunny's mouth feels like a wet, warm sleeve as she skillfully takes him in and out. Her tongue licks up and down his shaft, while her hand expertly massages his balls. Her father's cock throbs and leaks pre-cum, making the whole experience even more arousing.

Bianca starts blowing harder, showcasing her experience and skills. Her saliva drips down Reginald's balls, covering them in a slippery and slimy coating. She then moves up and starts kissing her daughter passionately, sharing the taste of her husband's cock.

Their lips part, and Bunny starts blowing his cock once again, with Bianca joining her. Their mouths work in sync, she remembers her mother’s lessons well. They alternate between sucking and licking, driving her father crazy with pleasure.

The host addressed the crowd with a smug smile. "It seems everyone here is getting excited for the game. Just to clarify, we will be taking a paternity test when the slut gets pregnant, and we'll be announcing the winner at our next party."

Reginald's cock was slick with saliva as his daughter and wife worked their lips and tongues in tandem, sucking and stroking him to the edge of ecstasy. The room was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of their efforts, punctuated by Reginald's grunts and sighs of pleasure.

The two women wrap their soft hands around Reginald's rock-hard shaft, coating it with their saliva as they work their way up and down, matching each other's rhythm. Bunny's right-hand moves up to cradle his balls, gently tugging and massaging them. Meanwhile, Bianca's free hand reaches out for Reginald's chest, firmly grabbing his pecs while alternating her mouth between sucking the tip of his cock and taking him deep down her throat.

Their synchronized performance becomes intense, their wet mouths swapping the shaft, driving Reginald to the brink of ecstasy. Both women moan and whimper, showing pure enjoyment in knowing how much they're pleasing him.

Reginald's unbridled excitement overpowers him, and with a final thrust, he releases a torrent of hot, sticky cum. Bianca gracefully reaches for a crystal champagne flute, catching every drop of Reginald's load. The clear fluid fills the glass, gleaming in the light as she raises it for everyone to see.

"It's tradition for the hostess to drink her host’s first load," she explained matter-of-factly. Tears welled up in Bunny's eyes as she realized what this simple act signified: tonight, she was indeed the hostess. The crowd seemed to understand as well, raising their glasses in salute to the newly appointed mistress of ceremonies.

Trembling slightly, Bunny lifted the glass to her lips and drank her father’s cum, making sure to leave some for her mother. The tangy flavor sent shivers down her spine, leaving her feeling both exhilarated and empowered. And then, with a primal roar that shook the very foundation of the manor, she threw back her head and shouted, "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!"

Knock her up, win a prize