#thank you blowjob

The Best Man’s grinning because he knows he’s gonna get his wedding present after this.  For keeping the Groom alive and not losing the rings, he’ll get a slow, wet, deep, blowjob, with a swallow finish.  

Why else would anyone accept the role?

After serving people all evening, I figured it was only fair that somebody serve him.  So after leaving him a huge tip, I “accidentally” (on purpose) left my card at the hotel bar, and he was kind enough to come up to the room during his break to return it.  No good deed goes unrewarded, and I knew just the right way to thank him.  So got on my knees, unzipped his pants, and sucked him off. 

It didn’t take him long to blow in my mouth, and I happily swallowed his thick spurt down.  As he pulled out and tried to zip up, I looked up, said “I’m not done yet”, and took him back into my mouth, his cock getting hard as I did so. He said he really had to get back to work, so I stepped up the pace and reached into his boxers to gingerly stroke his still heavy balls. After only a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close, so I started stroking his cock harder as I sucked it. “Oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum again, here it comes. Oh I’m gonna cum, oh yeah, oh fuck, I’m coming-I’m coming” he managed, before jetting in my mouth, letting out a massive sigh as he did so. 

Once I’d milked his cock dry, he said that he really didneed to go, so I let him zip up but looked up and asked him “when do you get off?” He looked down and grinned “I thought I just did?”  I got up and started stroking his cock through his pants. I leaned close to him and as I licked around the rim of his ear, whispered “what time do you get off?”  “2 am” he replied,  “Good, as this isn’t the only place I wanna stick my tongue” I breathed, as I took my tongue out of his ear, sucking his ear lobe, before letting him leave.  

Ten minutes and two loads later, he was back behind the bar feeling refreshed and re-energised, thinking about what the hell just happened and what was aboutto happen, should he take me up on my offer.  

Curiosity must have gotten the better of him, as at 2:15, there was a knock on my door and by 2:30, he’d showered and was laying back on my bed, legs spread, enjoying the best rim job he’d ever had.  (I think it was the onlyrim job he’d ever had.) Two hours and three more loads later, I was finally done with him. 

When I checked out the following morning, I didn’t see any bar charges on my bill.  I guess I already paid in full.