Beverly shows up

As Robert kept fucking Madison hard and pushing her into the cake, you noticed the men's bathroom door opened. Behind it was Beverly. Her blonde hair was covered in semen, as was most of her face. Her camisole was slightly down, so her left tit was out. She had a look on her face of utter ecstasy, and her pussy was dripping juices past her lace panties.

The moment she walked into the room, everyone turned to look at her, shocked at her appearance. She walked across the room slowly, so everyone could have a good look at her. Robert temporarily stopped fucking Madison, and this allowed the chocolate smeared woman to look up and see her mom. The look of shock and horror that crossed her face when she processed what she was seeing was priceless.

"Mom! What the fuck are you doing?! Your ruining my fucking wedding!", she shouted at her, embarrassed her mother was being seen like this, but it fell on deaf ears as Beverly simply walked on. You then heard the whispers of the guests around you.

"I knew Madison was a slut, but I didn't know her mother was too", one said, making you laugh. Another then responded.

"It must go down the family. Poor, Robert, he'll have a slut daughter too", said a woman, making you laugh even harder. This was definitely going down as the most humiliating experience either these women ever had. Madison didn't have time to complain further, as Robert got back to fucking her and smashing her face against the cake.

The second Beverly stepped out of the room, she stopped walking. Her mind was cloudy for a second before the mist cleared and she realized what she had just done. A loud scream emerged from her throat as she desperately wiped the cum off her face and adjusted her camisole. She then ran off. You didn't really care where she went now. By this point it was guaranteed she had blown at least 90% of the male guests. It was time for the auction, and you had your eyes on who would be the last to auctioned, Tawny.

Sure, you could make up some bullshit rule that she had to be your ****, but you had found out sex like this felt better if the control wasn't strictly direct. You didn't tell her she had to be your sex ****, you told her she was a sex **** to whomever won her auction, which would "conveniently" be you. However, before that you had to sit through the auctioning of the other bridesmaids, and it might be fun to see what the winners do with their slaves.