I was the best [M]an blowing his load inside a [F]riend of the bride

My best friend was got married this summer. He’d asked me to be his best man. 

We’d originally met in college and we became fast friends. We lived together for years, hung out daily and generally had a great time. I was there during the early years of his relationship with his now-wife. I’d watched them grow and care for each for so long, and I was excited for the big day to finally arrive. They made one another very happy and it was going to be a lovely day to finally see them together as husband and wife.

The part I wasn’t looking forward to was the speech I had to give. Public speaking, am I right? 

As the best man, I felt a lot of pressure and responsibility to deliver a really great speech—something that my friend had asked to be funny, with little stories from our time together—but also something I wanted to be audience-appropriate and heart-warming. I wanted to have people moved and really surprised at how good it was. I set my sights high—really high. Too high, maybe?

Well, I didn’t end up writing it until a week before the wedding (I mean, I only had over a year to prepare ?) … 

I guess I work well under pressure; I managed to get something fairly structured down on paper (the notes app actually—which I then printed out). I broke it down into sections and rehearsed each one out loud in my kitchen, about 5 times apiece. This really helped me refine the flow, add little lines or jokes to make it even better, and most of all I was able to learn it off without having to keep referring to the printed sheets. Preparation is key folks. You want to be smooth, you’ve gotta put in the effort behind the scenes.

ANYWAY.

The wedding day arrives and I’m in a super-well-fitted navy suit. I looked good—I mean, really good.

**About me:**

*6’0″. Bearded. A* [nice bit of muscle](https://i.redd.it/a9to78eoapp21.jpg) *from the gym… and finally, a* [6.5″ cock](https://i.redd.it/e651lyh5y0c31.jpg)*.*

Photos are taken with the groom and finally we make it to the church. I’m confirming everything is ready and begin to usher people to their seats (taking command, using a strong, clear voice). 

People love to be led and told what to do in certain situations. The less they have to think and have someone tell them what they need to do, the better. And I must’ve been doing something right because I caught the attention of someone at the church; a friend of the bride. We’ll call her L.

She shows up a bit later.

Bing, bang, bosh, my friends are married. We go to the venue for the dinner.

Everything is amazing, the weather is outstanding, people are in a fantastic mood. I’m mingling with guests, taking to the maids of honour, directing people around. Dinner goes ahead, and finally the time for speeches arrives.

My moment comes… and I nail it.

I get a standing ovation. People continue to come up to me for the rest of the night telling me I gave an incredible speech (some even said it was the best ‘best man’ speech they can ever remember).

I’m delighted. I’m riding high on not only being free from the responsibility but also the fact that it was such a huge success.

Now, this is where L appears. Sometime after dinner but before the first dance I’m talking with a group of people around my age (friends of the bride) and L is among them.

She tells me that my speech was amazing and it made her laugh so much. I’m flattered not only because it was such a nice thing to say, but also because L is fucking hot.

**About L:**

*5’3″. Amazing D cup tits. A lovely tan. Light brown/blonde hair. Great slim/curvy figure. Blue eyes, clear skin. My kinda girl.*

I’m instantly attracted to her and can’t believe I didn’t spot her before now. I guess I was too pre-occupied with everything else to even notice. However, now free from my duties, notice I did.

She’s wearing a beautiful pale pink dress—lovely, light, and has me longing to see underneath.

As we chat I notice her body language open up to me. Lots of eye contact, biting her lip, easy laughs and plenty of banter. My pulse is beginning to race.

The first dance comes up. The bride and groom dance. I take one of the bridesmaids out onto the floor to waltz. We get through the first song and then everyone joins in. I take a moment to step aside only to find L sitting alone at a table drinking from her wine glass, watching the guests dancing, and catching my eye everytime she looks my way. 

She wants me to come over to her; she wants me to ask her to dance. She’s going to say yes.

I start to walk over, but I’m going to rock the boat a little. She’s about to say something as I get to her table but I just give her a grin, nod to the floor and take her hand. She smiles and grabs my hand back.

Electricity.

My heart is keeping pace with the rapid beat of the song that’s playing. I hope she can’t tell that I’m not a nervous wreck. But I’m no stranger to acting and being on stage. I do what any thespian worth their salt does when fear hits—I pretend. 

“I’m totally cool. I’m the best dancer ever. I don’t get nervous. I’m confident.”

We’re getting on like a house on fire. Lots of hand holding, touching her hips, spinning her around. I can see her smiling and laughing. Her friends and my friends are around us having a ball. Everyone is alive with music.

We rock out for a few more tunes before a slow song starts to play. I slip my hands around her waist; her hands rest over my shoulders.

We’re so close now. I’m looking into her eyes. She has amazing blue eyes. We’re inching closer and closer. I can feel her breath on my lips. 

We finally kiss. Slow, soft. Such a gentle thing. Two people who just found each other, still unsure, and want to share so much more.

Our kiss becomes more. I taste her tongue with mine. I put my hand on the back of her head, my fingers in her hair. She lets out a little moan only I can hear.

The music starts to pick up and we leave the dance floor.  We head outside to a secluded part of the venue and find an area hidden from view, but allows us to see and is still within earshot in case someone comes trying to find us.

We start kissing again. Now we’re free to feel and grab each other since no one is watching. I squeeze her ass and pull her against me. I want her to feel how hard she has me. My suit pants is doing nothing to hide my cock.

She runs her hands through my hair and I feel her big tits pressing against my chest. I’m leaking precum like a faulty faucet at this stage. I get bolder.

I lift her dress from the back and get to feel her ass properly for the first time. Plump and round. I give it a squeeze with both hands and start to make my way between her legs. I can feel the heat coming from her pussy.

I stop kissing her and spin her around. Her back is against my chest and I can’t help myself—I take her tits in my hands. So big and bouncy. I can feel her hard nipples underneath the fabric of her dress. I start to run one hand up towards her neck and she turns her head to the side looking over her shoulder for me. We kiss again as my other hand makes its way slowly down her stomach and over her panties. She’s wet and hot. I can feel it. She’s moaning a lot now as I gentle glide my fingers over her pussy hidden beneath her underwear. 

I slide the fabric aside and very slowly tease her lips with my fingertips. I run them over her pussy and they are slick and makes gliding back and forth effortless. I carefully play with her clit, not in a rush, and it’s driving her wild. She’s loving it. I bring my fingers to her opening and slip one, two fingers inside her. She stops kissing me and moans loudly. 

Satisfied, I slowly pull out and slide her panties back into place, hold her tight and kiss her cheek. I then turn her back towards me, with my hands on her hips and say with a grin, “So, should we head back inside?”

I like to tease and build up tension before a release. I’m not in a hurry. It’s a turn on for me to be in control and to make the other person wait. 

I also don’t have condoms or a way to clean up any mess so sex outside in the dark isn’t exactly what I wanted to do at my friend’s wedding.

She’s not happy I stopped, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Here? In the dark, with no way to clean up? This isn’t really the best spot. Maybe we can find somewhere after the party since it doesn’t look like there’s anywhere around here.”

It’s a relatively small venue. There’s plenty of space for tables, chairs and a bar, but not much else. Everyone is staying in hotels and accommodation that’s around 15/20 mins drive away.

“I really want you now…”

My dick twitched at that.

I joke, “Ha, well we could always go and fuck in the backseat my car.”

I said it more so for the novelty and how cliché it was for random hookups. I never intended to actually do it.

“OK.”

What. She… what.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

OK, honey. It’s on. I take her hand and being way more sober than her, lead her through the dark to where I’m parked.

I tell her on the way that my car isn’t super big and it mightn’t be possible but at least we’d be somewhere a lot more private. She’s happy with that and we continue on our way.

We get to my car and I sit in the back seat on one side with her on the other. We’re in such a small space together and I can smell her perfume and hear her breath and feel her presence even in the dark.

She reaches for me and climbs onto my lap facing me. Her back is to the steering wheel and she’s resting her head against mine. We kiss again and I’m hard within seconds. She feels it and I can tell she’s desperate for my cock.

She starts to unbuckle my belt and I zip down my pants and pull them down as best I can in the tight space. My dick is free and I can feel the heat from her pussy. There’s only a thin piece of fabric between us.

The car and position we’re in isn’t exactly comfortable but it could work. However, right at that moment my brain starts working again, “Wait, I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m on the pill. It’s a safe time for me now.”

“OK. Well just so you know I get checked regularly and I’m clean. What about you?”

I need to ask. I’d prefer to be blunt and kill the mood a bit rather than risk it.

“Me too, the last guy, I was with was a few months ago and I’ve been checked since then.”

We’re both taking a risk with one another, but it actually adds to the thrill.

After a few seconds of maneuvering she’s got my cock in hand and lined up with her pussy. I feel her lips around the head as she slides down. It feels like heaven. 

Everything else fades away and all I can feel is her hot pussy around me. She’s super tight and it’s like a vice around my cock. She’s so hot inside and I’m hyper-sensitive. Every move she makes feels incredible and I’m starting to moan involuntary.

She can’t bounce a lot but just enough to make it feel amazing. She’s rocking back and forth too slowly. I start to kiss her again and grab her ass, thrusting to meet her and control the speed and angle so I don’t slip out.

I can’t think straight. This girl I just met is riding me in the back of my car and she’s so fucking good at what she’s doing. She’s kissing me so much and we are both moaning and breathing hard.

“Oh fuck…. oh God baby, yes, just like that. Fuck me just like that….”

I really like saying baby during sex—to me it’s just really intimate.

I push the straps of her dress down her shoulders so I can get to those big tits I’ve been thinking about all evening. I suck on her nipples as she fucks me into the seat. She’s losing her mind as I lightly nibble and pinch while by cock explores her depths.

She’s so wet and turned on and the feeling of fucking one another is out of this world. When one of us moves, it’s pleasure for us both.

I’m pretty proud of being able to last a long time in bed, but I’m so turned on I’m gonna cum if she doesn’t stop.

“Baby, please you need to slow down…. ….. …… no, baby, please I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop…..”

I could tell after the second time that she wasn’t going to stop. I was half-pleading with her, and I knew she wasn’t going to stop. I also knew it was turning her on as much as it was turning me on. It’s super hot to me when a girl keeps fucking even when you tell her to slow down or stop because you’re afraid you’re gonna cum. It’s like she’s so desperate for your cum that she just can’t be patient and has to have it now. She wants/needs you to cum.

“No… baby… stop…. ahhhh shit… fuck… I’m gonna cum…. ahhhh.. I’m cummminnnng…”

She bounced on my cock as I started to blast my load deep inside her. I grabbed her hips and emptied my balls into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had. I nearly blacked out from how intense it was. My orgasm set off hers and her pussy was like a vice, squeezing my cock dry, making sure I dumped everything I had into her.

We both rested on each other, exhausted. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so satisfied.

So close together, we kissed again and I stoked her hair and told her she was amazing. She giggled and said I was pretty good too. We managed to get ourselves cleaned up and relatively presentable a short time later—I had some supplies in my car.

We walked back to the party hand in hand to enjoy the rest of the night.

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