The Perfect Wedding

The camera focuses into Daren's sleeping face, blissfully unaware of the event that’s about to unfold. Sounds of rustling and people about can be heard faintly behind the camera. The lens carefully takes in the state of the groom, the night of his big night, sleeping on the bed without his bride. It then swivels, capturing the very person who’s holding it.

"Hi Daren who’s watching the real wedding tape. This is taken on the night of the wedding, y'know, the first night someone usually spends it having sweet, passionate, tender lovemaking? Yeah... well, as you can see..." The camera points back to Daren on the bed as if making a point, "You're fast asleep. But don't worry, your Brenda is about to have something as special, if not, better than this night you were supposed to have with her, Daren. I should know, I'm one of the bridesmaid, remember?" The camera points back to the one holding it, Maya, who's waving one hand at the lens with a cheeky smile. "And before you ask, this isn't a prank. I'm not even drunk, I'm recording this and helping to edit all of this together." She moves the camera around, showing everyone in the room, which includes the other bride's maids, mothers from both sides, some friends and family.

They all wave or smile at the camera. The honeymoon suit has been transformed into this mini venue, mimicking the very same wedding set up Daren and Brenda have at the earlier event. The white aisle lined with chairs. A small podium and an 'altar' at the front, decorated with flowers and ribbons. It's obviously scaled down, given the smaller attending people, but the intent and purpose is clear. It's a copy, but with some major differences. Like how the people attending only consist of women. Well, all women but Daren on the bed, and one other man, who stands on the altar in what would be Daren's position. It's Liam, standing completely naked, his rock hard cock proudly on display for all to see.

He's not the only one naked, however. Another major difference with the wedding held before is the state of dress of everyone. The bridesmaids are in their matching underwear, consisting of a lace blue panties and bra set, some even with garter belts, all very alluring. The families, the friends, all in various state of undress, some still in their dresses but with their breasts out, some with only their skirts on and the rest naked. The whole room exudes an air of sexuality. Something the real wedding lacks.

"I'm sure by now you're probably wondering why everyone's like this... and what exactly is going on..." Maya continues her narration, the camera now focusing in the center of the room. "Well, the answer to both of those questions is simple. This is Brenda's real wedding. And it's not the one you thought. At least, not completely." She pauses, and as if on cue, the sound of a piano being played begins from a portable speaker. A soft, gentle melody fill the air, as everyone stand in their place, their gaze all fixed on the door where the bride will enter.

Sure enough, the door of the suite opens, from the other side as it is with a typical wedding, the bride goes in. Unlike the other wedding happening earlier today, the bride didn't walk with her father, instead, the mother did. More jarring differences are captured by Maya through her camera lens. For one, Brenda's mother, Claudia, is also completely naked, only wearing high heels, and holding a leash. A leash attached to a collar that the bride is wearing. The second most jarring difference is the bridal attire, or rather the lack of it. The bride is not wearing her elegant gown anymore, but is instead dressed in nothing but white stockings, garter belt, matching lace white bra, white high heels, and the collar. The very same wedding veil and tiara remain though, completing the look of an obscene bride. That's not the only jarring thing, as Brenda now is crawling on four instead of walking like any proper bride. Her eyes, however, not looking at the floor or her mother, but at Liam. And she looks happy, excited even, like a bitch in heat who has been waiting for this day to come.

The camera follows Brenda and her mom as they walk, or rather, as the older woman walks and her daughter crawls down the aisle. The music still plays softly, adding to the surrealness of it all. The women watching all have the same awed expression, some even have their hand on their breast or between their legs, their arousal clear to see. The usual gesture of appreciation and elation from the women has been replaced with lust and excitement, a very different atmosphere compared to earlier wedding. It is also apparent that while there is a slight tinge of sadness or melancholy, it doesn't overshadow the excitement everyone feels.

"This... is what she wants. Not what she tells you she wants. Not the big white wedding you give her. Oh no..." Maya whispers, speaking so softly it's almost a sigh as she kept her camera focused on the bride's every movement. "This is her true desire. Her real happiness... And she's not alone in that... Look at them all... all of us. We're here for her, and for him." The camera points at Liam who is standing there with a smirk, his cock still standing proudly. "The one and only man that deserves this kind of loyalty... of love." She continues as she moves the camera around to capture the guests' expression again.

When Claudia and Brenda finally reach the altar, she removes the leash from the collar and goes to her designated seat. Brenda is now on her knees, looking up at Liam, who is standing right in front of her, his cock at eye level with her face.

"Ladies, and one very esteemed gentleman." The wedding celebrant, a middle-aged woman who happens to be a family friend of the Miller, starts to speak. Her tone was solemn yet excited. "We're here to celebrate the union of a useless, good for nothing, brain-dead slut..." Her voice echoes in the room, "And the very cock that not only will fuck her holes like the fuck meat she is, but also fuck over her life, and love for that sad excuse of a man on that bed. The groom that thinks she belongs to him."

There are giggles and murmurs of agreement from the guests. The camera shows Brenda, who is grinning from ear to ear visible through the veil, her eyes still fixed on Liam.

"But let us not forget the importance of this day." The celebrant continues, "While this cunt here is getting married... we all know that she has always, and will always be his, first and foremost." She gestures to Liam, "That is the reality we all live in now... and this wedding is a testament to that."

There is more clapping and cheers, some of the guests are already touching themselves. Brenda is practically shaking in anticipation.

"This slut, who despite being smart, successful, educated, and supposedly independent, willingly offers her everything to serve and worship her the cock that is her master, giving herself to be used however, whenever he wants." The celebrant says, her words growing more intense, "And she does so without any hesitation or shame. Why? Because deep down, she knows her place. Just like we all do." The camera pan to show her as she speaks, and she is smiling, not a single hint of malice in her voice from any of her words despite the content of her speech, only pure sincerity and love for what is about to happen. "So, without further ado, let's start this very special wedding. Would the groom please remove the veil?"

Liam reaches down, gently lifting the veil from Brenda's face. The camera zoomed in to capture her expression. It is pure bliss, her lips parted slightly as she gazes at him. Her eyes are filled with unshed tears of joy, her smile so wide it seems like it might split her face in half. She looks like the happiest woman on earth, kneeling there in her underwear and collar, in front of the man who is about to fuck her like the useless meat sleeve she is.

"Now then, as the tradition of matrimony... does anyone have an objection? Any reason why this fuck meat shouldn't get the cock she craves for? Speak now or forever hold your peace." The celebrant ask, a rhetorical question really, as she knew no one would say no.

As expected, there is only silence, everyone is too excited, too horny to care about any objection. If any, they can't wait for the next part.

"Daren, how about you? Last chance to speak up..." The celebrant jokes, her eyes darting to the sleeping form of the groom on the bed. The camera turns to Daren, showing him in all his slumber, completely oblivious to everything. The women in the room laugh at the joke, and even Brenda giggles. "Alright alright, so, now that there is no objection... Brenda Hall, do you, as a worthless piece of fuck meat, a useless cocksleeve, a pathetic excuse of a woman, and a cum dumpster, swore your life to love this cock more than you love anything or anyone, including your so-called husband? Will you serve, obey, and be the fuckhole for him whenever and wherever he wants? Even if it means sacrificing everything you hold dear? And that you will do all this until he deems you truly worthless and simply throws you away like the worthless trash you are?"

There is a beat of silence, where everyone holds their breath. Brenda's smile never falters, her gaze never wavers from Liam. And when she speaks, her voice is firm and clear, full of conviction and adoration.

"I do." She said without an ounce of hesitation.

A collective sigh of relief and excitement ripples through the crowd. Some even let out a whoop or cheer. The celebrant looks pleased.

"Liam, as the true man in her life... Do you accept this pathetic cunt's offer? Her holes, her body, her mind, her soul, all for your own use and pleasure? And will you do as you see fit with her, without care, without love, using her to satisfy your every whim and desire? And when she's used up and no longer of use, will you toss her aside like the disgusting garbage she is?" The celebrant asks, her tone serious, almost reverent.

Liam's smile grows wider as he looks down at Brenda. He reaches out, caressing her face, his touch gentle despite his cruel words.

"I do." He replies, before spitting on her face, a gesture that only makes her grin more. "I can't wait to ruin you so much and then throw you away, god that would be so fun." He adds, earning a moan from the woman on her knees.

The celebrant raises her hand, "Then by the power vested in me... and the truth that is The Click... I now pronounce you, cock and useless fuck meat!" She declared, her voice filled with excitement. "You may now worship the cock that owns you!" She cheers, the last of the formality over.

The guests burst into applause and hollers. Brenda doesn't wait for another second, she lunges forward, her mouth open wide as she swallows Liam's cock in one go. Her hands reach behind to grab his ass, pulling him deeper into her throat. She moans and gags around him, her eyes roll back, showing only white as she relishes in the feeling of being his, completely and utterly. Liam groans, his hand now tangled in her hair, pushing her down until her nose hits his groin. He slams her head without care, using her throat like a fleshlight. The camera moves to the side, capturing Brenda's profile, her cheeks hollowed out, her throat bulging, drool dripping down her chin and neck. She looks utterly obscene, like a depraved whore who just can't get enough.

The other women watch, entranced by the display. Some are already openly masturbating, their fingers pumping in and out of their cunts. Others are making out with each other, or sucking on each other's breasts. The whole room is filled with the sound of wet sucking, moans, and cheers. It's a wild, decadent scene, like an orgy where the main focus is the cock that owns them all.

Brenda's face is now a mess of saliva and tears. She finally pulls back, coughing and gasping for air, her chest heaving. A string of spit connects her lips to Liam's cock, which glisten under the light. She licks her lips, savoring the taste, and looks up at Liam with pure adoration. "Oh god yes... this is the best day of my life!" She exclaims, her voice hoarse. "Thank you... thank you for using me... for ruining me... for showing me my true place!" She grab his cock again, pumping it furiously, her tongue swirling around the head.

"Oh no snarky independent strong woman remarks from you? True place, huh? No back talk?" Liam taunts, enjoying the sight of her submission.

Brenda laughs, her expression is full of bliss and happiness, "Not today Liam... not for this special day... not when I'm your fuck toy... your loyal fuck toy. No more teasing, just pure gratitude and obedience. Now... can I have more please? Pretty please? Use this useless throat some more?" She begs, batting her lashes at him, her hand still stroking his cock.

"As you wish, bitch." He replies, and proceeds to slam his cock back into her mouth, making her gag again.

The camera zooms in to capture every detail, every expression on Brenda's face, it's raw, unfiltered, and downright sinful. And yet, it's also strangely beautiful. A display of her surrender and love that is unlike anything else. A celebration of The Click, of Liam being the center of the world for all women.

While the face fucking continues, the camera turns to the bed, showing Daren still asleep, still oblivious. Then it moves to capture the guests' reactions. Everyone is fully engaged, some are cheering Brenda on, telling her to take it deeper, harder. Others are praising Liam, telling him how hot it is, how much they love watching him use his fuck meat like that. The camera pans to Chloe, who is on her knees, her hand inside her panties, her eyes fixated on the couple. She has this expression of awe and envy on her face, like she wished she was the one being throat fucked.

"Oh god Brenda, you look so happy..." She mutters, her voice breathy, "Look at you, all dressed up like a slut, your pretty wedding veil still on your head being treated like a total whore and loving it..." She groans, rubbing herself faster, "So hot... so fucking hot..."

The camera then shows Nia, who is making out with Brenda's mom, their hands exploring each other. They pause for a moment to look at the bride, their faces flushed with arousal.

"That's our girl..." Nia purrs, "Look at her, sucking cock like a pro on her wedding day. I bet she's dripping wet right now."

"I'm sure she is..." Claudia replies, her voice husky, "My little slut... I always knew she would turn out like this. And I couldn't be prouder..." She turned to the camera and smirked, "And you, watching all this. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do. Seeing your wife, getting married for real, to the man she really belongs to..."

"Oh kiddo if only you know the truth." Daren's mom, Tamara, who is sitting near Nia and Claudia, also naked save for her jewelry, sighs, her hand caressing her own breasts. "It hurts to see it, but damn if I don't get turned on by it. My son is a good man. But Liam... Liam is on another level." She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

Maya then moves the camera back to Brenda and Liam, who has now come to his first shot of the night. Brenda's head is a blur as Liam both shove his hips forward while slamming her head into his groin. "Fuck, fuck, here it comes slut! You better swallow it all!" He grunts, his body tensing as he starts to pump his seed down her throat. The bride obediently does, her eyes roll back again, her hands squeezing his ass. The sound of her swallowing is audible, and Liam's groan of pleasure fills the room. When he finally pulls out, she looks up at him with a dazed, satisfied expression, licking her lips, her chin covered in cum.

"God I love you Liam..." She whispers, her voice hoarse and raw, "I love you so much..." She kisses the tip of his cock, like a prayer.

"I know." He chuckles, petting her head. "And I don't. Not even close." Liam's grin widens as Brenda giggles, a genuine, happy sound.

"You just know how to reciprocate a woman's feeling, huh? You ass." She shakes her head, but still smiles.

"Yeah, but I can be the most ass of ass and you still love me." Liam chuckles, giving her face a few light slaps with his still hard cock, making her giggle. "I can't believe you let me use you like this, with your poor husband right there... And I haven't even got to fucking that cunt or ass yet." He continues, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up to stand.

"Mmm... yeah, I can't believe it either..." Brenda agrees, her voice filled with wonder, "And I wouldn't change a thing. Not for the world. He'll never know what happened here. Until he watches this later... How much I belong to you."

"Wow you really don't care about his well-being huh." Maya says behind the camera, still filming everything.

"Of course I do. I love him." Brenda replied, matter of fact, "But he's not Liam. And that's enough reason for me. For all of us, right ladies?" She turns to look at the crowd.

"Yeah!" The women shout in agreement, their enthusiasm showing no signs of dwindling.

"Alright then, you ready for the main course then?" Liam asks, his tone taunting.

Brenda's grin turns wicked as she nods, her eyes full of lust. "Always." She whispers.