Charles smugly chuckled to himself as he watched Valentina flirt shamelessly with a coworker at least 30 years her senior. The man with the gray hair looked incredibly befuddled as the coed tugged playfully on his vest, saying it looked sexy on him. Charles nodded, satisfied with his first piece of handiwork that evening. He looked forward to working at her wedding in a few years.

All set up in the ballroom, Charles decided it was time to pay the bridal party a visit. He knew at least 2 of the bridesmaids were already under his spell from their own weddings, and he had time to kill to touch base.

He shuffled past some workers and went back to the majestic foyer of the Chateau and ascended the marble steps, his steps making a pleasant clack with every step. He would feel like a king taking the bride up these steps later.

“Hey, it's the DJ,” a masculine voice called from his right as he reached the top of the stairs. There, in a tux, was a handsome young man with brown hair and a goatee that Charles could only assume was the hubby to be.

“I'm Robert,” the man said as he extended a hand to Charles. “It's good to meet you. Estelle's bridesmaids are giving rave reviews.

Charles shook the groom's hand with a smile. “Well, I'm glad I left such an impression. Was just coming up to speak with you and the bride to make sure I got the song selection just right for your special night.”

Charles quickly pulled out a piece of paper with the songs that had been discussed previously and handed it to Robert, who glanced over it. “Feel free to let me know if you have any additions. I can find high-quality versions of tracks pretty easily these days.”

Robert grinned as he looked over the songs. “Nah, man, I think you nailed everything,” he said as he handed the sheet back. “Everything's looking like it's gonna be perfect tonight.”

Charles laughed as he took the paper back. “That's what I like to hear. You ready for the rest of your life with the wife?”

Robert nodded with a smile. “She's my dream girl. Was a French exchange student when we met, a total knockout. I dunno how I bagged her man. Today feels like a dream.”

“Thattaboy,” Charles slapped Robert on the shoulder while fantasizing about the French beauty on her knees, moaning in a gorgeous accent. “Well, I'm gonna do what I can to make the night special. I do have one question for you, though.”

Robert raised an eyebrow. “A question for me?”

Charles nodded with a grin. “What's one thing you've wanted from Estelle that she isn't doing for you right now?”

Robert laughed. “That's a tough one,” he said as he scratched his chin. “You promise not to divulge a little fantasy of mine to her if I tell you?”

Charles performatively ran his fingers across his chest. “Cross my heart.”

The groom's eyes looked around for anyone in earshot, leaning in and whispering in Charles ear. “I've always wanted her to dress in a sexy maid uniform and act like my servant for a bit.”

Charles nodded. “I completely understand. Guessing she isn't into that kinda roleplay?”

“Says, it's insulting and culturally insensitive,” Robert said with a sigh. 

“Well, you never know, man, maybe she isn't willing to do that for her boyfriend, but her husband might be a different story,” Charles replied with a twinkle in his eye. “Well, I have to go make sure my set list is to the bride's liking. Good luck tonight.”

“Thanks, buddy, see you at the dancefloor,” Robert called as the DJ began to walk to the bridal suite.

Charles knocked on the closed door to the suite three times.

“Who is it?” a feminine voice called out.

“It’s the bringer of good times coming to make sure I got all the bride's songs on the set list!” Charles called back playfully.

The door swung open, revealing a pregnant bridesmaid very familiar to Charles. 

“Oh my god, Estelle, you didn't tell me you hired Charles!” she squealed. 

Charles gave her a wink. “Glad to see you again, Lizzie. You look as radiant as you did on your wedding day. How's the little one coming along?”

Lizzie blushed and looked at Charles with bedroom eyes. “It's been a very easy pregnancy,” she cooed. “Blake is very excited.”

Charles had to suppress his smirk. He looked around the room and saw the lovely Anna, who sadly was not pregnant, looking at him with needy eyes amidst a gaggle of unfamiliar bridesmaids, all without wedding rings. Charles smiled as he imagined the future business he’d be getting before he turned his attention to the bride, sitting radiantly as a professional stylist did up her lovely blond locks in elegant rings cascading down her back. Her face was done up with the perfect amount of makeup, and the dress she wore was a billowing princess-style gown.

“You must be Estelle,” Charles said in a practiced, friendly tone as he approached the grinning bride. “I'm Charles the DJ. Thank you so much for hiring me to bring the party to your special day.”

Estelle smiled warmly. “Well, with Lizzie and Anna both raving about how amazing you are, it was an easy choice,” she said in an elegant voice, tinged with a delectable French accent.

“Well, I pride myself on being a consummate professional,” Charles replied, pulling out his playlist. “I just came up to make sure I wasn't missing any important songs you wanted playing on your special day.”

Estelle looked over the list as Charles held it out for her. After a few moments, she looked back at him. 

“Could you add the song Que Vuex Tu. It's one of my favorites, and I always dreamed of dancing to it in my husband's arms.”

Charles nodded. “Of course, anything for the lovely bride. I'll add it when I get back to my computer. I promise, I'll make it a night you will never forget. Anyways, I'll let you ladies get back to getting ready for your big night. I'll be out in my van if anyone needs me.”

Charles gave a knowing look to Anna, who blushed as his gaze lingered on her. 

“See you on the dance floor, Charles,” Lizzie cooed with half-lidded eyes as the DJ walked past her and out of the bridal suite. 

Charles scampered to his van, arriving at the trusty rig that had been his shelter before he established himself as an in-demand wedding DJ. He pulled open the back doors and undid a strap holding a mattress upright against the wall. The mattress fell down onto the floor of the van with a satisfying plop. 

Charles turned his gaze to the front door of the Chateau, grinning as Anna emerged from the house right on queue. The gorgeous redhead looked radiant in her low-cut emerald bridesmaid dress. Only weeks before, the formerly conservative woman wouldn't dream of wearing a dress that showed that much cleavage.

“Master,” she whispered as she arrived at the van, embracing Charles in a loving hug.

“How is my good girl?” Charles asked as he returned the beauty's embrace, her large breasts pressing against him pleasurably.

Anna gazed up with a big smile, and her ass wagged happily. “Oh, Master Charles, it has been wonderful since you made me human.”

Charles smirked. At Anna's wedding, he had hypnotized the bride to believe she was actually a dog that he had turned into a human woman. Anna was instructed to keep her true species a secret and that her memories were her cover story to keep from being found out. She was also told that things like wearing a lot of clothes were uncomfortable and that she would still feel insatiably horny once a month during her “heat”. Charles figured it was a good match for her husband's desire for her to be a little more wild.

“Master Robert is such a loving owner, and he really loves my company. But being a human is soooooo tiring, Master Charles. Everyone expects me to wear more clothes and work and stuff.”

Charles petted the woman lovingly. “It's alright, Anna, you are such a good girl, I'm sure you will get through it all. Now, did you want me to try and give you puppies again?”

Anna gave an adorablely dog like happy yap. “Oh master Charles, nothing would make me happier. I was so sad when your first litter didn't take!”

“Well, let's try and give you one that does then,” Charles cooed as he pulled the van door open. “Up, girl,” he ordered, patting the mattress.

Anna giggled and leapt onto the mattress. Charles smiled, scanned their surroundings to see if anyone was watching, and then entered the van and slammed the back door shut behind him. With a big smile, he turned to Anna.

“Anna, present!” He commanded. The woman smiled and positioned herself on all four, raising her ass in the air for easy access. Her dress had slid up her waist, revealing a pantyless bottom with a very wet pussy. Charles unbuttoned his pants and slid them past his knees before crawling behind Anna and lining himself up with her glistening pink entrance.

“No panties? What a bad girl you are,” he teased, swatting the bridesmaid's ass, which jiggled enticingly.

“Very bad, Master Charles,” she replied, licking her lips as she looked back at the man who gave her the chance to be human while he positioned his delectable rod to her pussy.

“Does my puppy want a treat? Charles asked as he pushed his glans into the wet folds presented to him, eliciting a happy whine from the woman beneath him.

“Please, master! Anna loves treats! Give her your knot! Give her your puppies,” Anna begged wantonly, pushing herself back onto Charles’ dick. 

Charles groaned happily as Anna pushed her way up his dick. With his own thrust, he buried himself inside Anna to his hilt. Anna yelped happily. 

“That's my good girl,” Charles said, as he gripped Anna's hips and began pistoning in and out of the tight pussy. Anna squealed in delight and let her tongue fall from her mouth as Charles fucked her senseless. Human speech exited her mind, replaced with happy yaps and woofs during the pleasurable onslaught on her senses.

Charles moaned happily as the bitches cunt squeezed him delectably. He reached beneath the chest with one hand and squeezed the pale tits which had popped free from their dress as he pumped into the woman.

“Such nice teats,” he growled, pinching the erect nipple between his fingers. “Make sure you send me plenty of pictures of my puppies nursing on these,” he ordered with a snarl. Anna nodded vigorously, sending bits of spit onto the mattress beneath them.

Charles groaned happily as he climaxed, sending rope after rope of hot cum into the fertile womb of his bitch. Anna whined happily as she climaxed herself, her head awash with pleasure. 

The pair panted happily as they rode their respective climaxes out. After a few moments of catching his breath, Charles smiled and pulled himself out of Anna, a slurry of cum, dribbling out of her pussy and onto the mattress. Charles smirked at the lurid sight and spoke his next order.

“Get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, pup. I need to get ready to handle your friend.”

Anna whined happily in response, praying her master's seed would take and give her a big litter of puppies.