Trish and Brent hosted the Halloween bash this year. Once again Jennie was still busy with her new vanilla man so she opted to send a replacement for me to service. Once again it would be a surprise because that's how she rolls. As always, this party is the most expensive of the year because it's held at a hotel in Vegas and there is an entry fee for all couples which is pooled and prize money is awarded for the top couple with the second place couple recouping their entry fee.
So $2,000 per couple, the second place taking back their two grand leaving an even ten thousand for the winning couple. The party would be live streamed to our cuck community for a nominal fee which we use to finance our New Year's party. The participants in the live stream are the judges and they decide which couple are worthy of the big prizes. So for the night we are basically cam models without taking home the fees.
I hitched a ride with Candy and Tom since Jennie was not coming. They didn't mind, in fact, Candy loved it as she instructed Tom and me to sit in the back and make out as well as exchange fellatio during the ride from the airport to the MGM Grand. We knew the drill so without so much as a hesitation we got right to it. Thirty minutes later we were both digesting each other's sperm as we played tonsil hockey to the delight of Tom's super hot wife.
I would be sharing a room with Jennie's replacement but when I checked in, the cuckoldress had already left the room. I didn't disturb her things but did notice a distinct smell of a fragrance that I love, Calvin Klein CKOne. Someone very close to me wore that religiously but I knew that there was no way that Jennie would have chosen her to be her replacement. Evil as she was Jennie would not have done that to me. Would she have?
Per the instructions I headed up to the penthouse area where we had adjoining suites that would be plenty big enough to host the six couples and their bulls. I mentally prepared myself for a long night of debauchery, humility, depravity, etc. The life of a cuck. . .
Once I arrived I was ushered into the east suite where the cucks prepared. It seems that there was something going on that I was not privy to. The others however did seem to be in the know and they were avoiding me like the plague. No small talk, no eye contact. What the fuck was going on? I was soon to find out.
Trish summoned me and one of the camera men doubling as an assistant brought me to a side room. There was going to be a wedding I was informed and I was going to be needed to give the bride away. Things were quickly beginning to add up. My worst fears were soon confirmed as I was suddenly standing face to face with my 23 year old daughter Julie. Dressed like a hot wife/slut/bride who was showing all of her six months of pregnancy. Her fiancΓ© knelt in the corner like a good future cuck should. "Wow, like mother like daughter" was all I could muster.
"Hi daddy," was her welcome. "I need you to sign this contract please," she said matter of fact like. "No need to read it, you will just need to obey it," she continued stoic faced. "Max already signed his," she continued.
Now Julie and Max had been living with me for almost four months and I was not happy about their engagement to begin with as Max was as dumb as a box of rocks. I had much higher hopes for my princess. Little did I know that Jennie had been grooming her to be a cuckoldress to my knowledge she had never shown interest in the bdsm lifestyle before, almost vanilla to a fault. Now I was going to be living with a newlywed cuck couple. Jennie had obviously relinquished her rights over me as a wedding present I guess. Not that I would mind serving my daughter as I'd dreamed about doing just such a thing once she was of age.
I signed the documents without inspection as I was told. "Good cuck," she smiled as she placed the papers in the desk drawer. "Now you get to give me away daddy!"
We proceeded out to the main area where the other couples and all the bulls were waiting. She walked slowly holding tight to my arm while she had Max crawling close behind on a leash. There was a handsome bull waiting at the front of the room with all the other bulls lined up like a proper usher accompaniment. They were all dressed with black silk boxers and white collars and bow ties, like they were the Chippendales. Six big black super ripped bulls, me in my pathetic sissy garb and poor Max naked as the day he was born, getting carpet burn as he crawled along.
"Who gives this hot wife?" the master of ceremonies asked.
"I do," was all that could come out.