A word with Cassandra

You spend the next several minutes watching the dancers as April blows you in the middle of the floor. You're surrounded by almost every single person that you know and love (and plenty that you don't). Everywhere you look, there's something interesting to see: whether it's a heartwarming dance between long-time partners, the awkward-yet-exhilarating gyration of new lovers together for the first time, or just frantic fucking between strangers, every sight is a pleasure... Especially with your new wife's plump lips wrapped around your cock.

"Congrats," a voice next to you says, a glass of champagne nearly smacking you in the face as he holds it aloft. You turn to see your old coworker Reg... Who's balls-deep in Michael's ass. Your friend-turned-stepson is on all fours, his massive booty jiggling as Reg slams his cock into it while quaffing his drink.

"Thanks, Reg... Heya Mike," you reply, running your hands through April's hair. "Having fun?"

"For sure! Great wedding," Reg says, smacking Michael's rear.

"Sorry bud, but I was talking to your dickwarmer!"

Michael looks up at you. His cheeks are flushed, he's biting his lip... And now that he's arching his back a little more, you can see that he's furiously jerking off.

"I'm g-good," he stammers, his hand moving faster and faster.

"Glad to hear it... But if you cum on my dance floor, you're gonna have to lick it up. Can't have people slipping."

"K-kay," your friend replies, still masturbating at full speed. "...Worth it... Ungh..."

The moment his seed splashes onto the ground beneath him, you fill his mother's mouth with your own. As she swallows eagerly, your legs almost buckle beneath you.

"Damn... Gonna have to sit down. C'mon babe," you grunt, helping April to her feet. "I'm sure Cass wants to hear from us. She's gotta be tired of interviewing old classmates and distant relatives by now, right?"

"Mmm, mhm," April mumbles, still swallowing your jizz. Wiping her mouth daintily, she follows you off the dance floor and over to the nearest empty table.

Sure enough, it doesn't take long for Cassandra to arrive with her camera. As she sets up across the table, a look of concern passes over her face.

"Here," she says, reaching into her equipment bag and pulling out two bottles of water. "You must be dehydrated by now. Drink up."

You catch one bottle as she slides it across the table, giving it to April before accepting the other. "Huh. Good thinking, Cass... Always prepared. Maybe I'm gonna have to put you in charge of something?"

She looks up from unfolding her tripod. "What do you mean?"

"Once you're part of my harem. 'Head of Logistics,' or something."

Cassandra blushes, hurrying to straighten her camera and get it turned on. "If we're gonna talk about--About that, I should probably be rolling. I'm part of the story, now." With that, she hits the 'record' button and moves to the next seat over, so that all three of you are in-frame.

"Seems like as good a time as any," you say with a grin, brushing aside April's thin skirt to rub your hand up and down her thigh. "Any thoughts on who you'd like to be?"

"That's, um... That's a big question," Cassandra replies.

"No kidding. I've already got a girl for each of my favorite things--What do those new collars say..."

"Well mine's 'Funbags,' of course," April giggles. "Mikey's 'Buttslut,' and Pete's 'Cumguzzler.' Why, do you think Cassandra should get one too?"

"Yeah, maybe... But I'm in no state to design a body right now. Maybe that's a decision for another night," you continue with a shrug. "Or maybe I should pawn it off? Let someone else decide what kind of fucktoy you're gonna be... How about Mike?"

Cassandra's taking a sip of her water as you talk, and she nearly spits it out. Her blush growing deeper, she tries (and fails) to appear nonchalant. "Um, I guess. Whatever you say."

"Don't worry, dear," April chimes in with a smirk. "Mike wouldn't do anything too major. Not to you. Probably."

"That's, uh... Okay, sure," Cassandra sputters. "Anyway, what about you two? Let's talk about the honeymoon. Who are you bringing?"

You lean over to April, whispering just loud enough for Cassandra to hear: "Why do I get the sense she's fishing for an invite?"

"What--No, I'm not--"

"I wonder if we could get her to Pearson's in time," April replies softly, a huge smile on her face. "Our flight's tomorrow night, but if we took her in the morning..."

"...Eh, we'll be hungover for sure... We could have Buttslut or Cumguzzler do it, though..."

"...Right, and if Mikey's the one deciding anyway..."

"Uh, hey! I can hear you," Cassandra says, trying to sound assertive. "It's weird when you talk about me like that... Um, I mean, I don't have D-cups yet... I'm, like, a normal person."

"We'll soon fix that," April laughs, reaching out to pat her hand. "Or Michael will, anyway."

"Jeez," the embarrassed girl says. "What a day..."

"Seriously," you agree, sitting back and drinking some more water. "Best day of my life."

"I love you, John," April sighs, leaning over suddenly and resting her head on your shoulder. "I really do."

"Love you too, Sexy," you reply, stroking her hair--While your cock isn't in her mouth, for once.

"Aw... That's gonna go great near the end," Cassandra says, adjusting the camera. She's still blushing, but there are also dimples on her reddish cheeks as she smiles at you and April.