_Sorry for the delay on posting this review. Hopefully I’ll be more organized in getting the Fellatist’s posts up and running. As a reminder, the Fellatist is a collector and reviewer of Blowjobs, much like a Philatelist collects (and reviews?) stamps. His goal is to get a blowjob in every city of the USA with more than 50,000 people. _
Oak Grove, CA — Marcie
October 6, 2012
Early October is a good time to visit the city of Elk Grove, CA. They have an annual pumpkin festival that brings quite a few people into the town from the surrounding area, even the nearby state capital. More people is more chances for me to find someone to give me something juicy to review, but in my travels, I prefer to find local talent, as it were. So, after filling up on pumpkin lattes, pumpkin pie, and — yes — even pumpkin pizza, I moved a bit away from the normal downtown, and found a place unsurprisingly named the Elk Grove Sports Bar & Grill.
It was mid-afternoon, and largely empty. There were several big screens with ESPN and ESPN2 running, which I casually glanced at. My readers know that I’m not big on sports, but it’s something to occupy my time until what I do care about shows up. I ordered some fried mozzarella and checked my website. I checked in with foursquare and twitter, drank a beer and waited.
I don’t like going to chain stores when I’m in a town: no Chili’s, no Applebee’s — nothing like that. I’d rather go where locals go, and see something of their town. The pumpkin festival had met most of that need for me, which is good because every town has a sports bar like the Elk Grove Sports Bar & Grill. They’re all a little different, but they’re all the same, too. I can get some fried cheese and beer in any of them.
Still, I wasn’t here for the food or the ambience. Like always, I was looking for one thing: fellatio.
I didn’t have to wait long. As my fried mozz was coming to my table, she came in. She was wearing a black strapless dress that ended over her knee. Over it she wore a light red jacket. Her hair was full and came down to her shoulders, brown locks which framed her pale face. She also had on some of the reddest lipstick I’d seen for some time.
She saw me, and slipped into the booth as the server set down my appetizer. “You’re the blowjob guy, right?”
I arched my eyebrow, and said nothing. “Oh my God,” she said. “I got the wrong guy.” She blushed prettily, and the server shook her head and walked away.
“No,” I said. “I am the Fellatist.”
She let out a quick laugh. “Good,” she said. “I’m Maria.”
I ate one of my cheese fries. “Pleased to meet you Maria.”
“I guess my confusion is going in your review.” I just smiled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I knew what I was getting into. I’m just glad I’m so close — me and my girlfriends were all betting who would get to you first.”
I laughed. “So you’re the lucky one?”
“Very lucky,” she said. “I only live two blocks from here. You know I’ve been by this place a hundred times, but I’ve never been in here.”
“Not your kind of place?”
“No,” she said. “But I can show you mine.”
I pulled out my wallet and threw a twenty on the table to cover my tab. Marie grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar. She walked across the parking lot, through a strand of trees. and turned left. She opened up a gate on the back of one of the houses and led me in the back door. “Welcome to my home, Mr. F.”
I looked around, her house was well kept and homey. There were pictures of her and her family on the wall. “You’re married?” I asked.
“Yes, but he knows. And he knows all about you. He knows we won’t fuck.”
“If you’re sure,” I said. I believe in agreements, which is why I always keep mine with my wife. She’s fine with my hobby and this blog, but I don’t write about us, and I won’t do more than a little oral sex with anyone else.
She grabbed my hand and slid it under her dress. She was sopping wet. “I hope you don’t mind if I jill off while I suck you,” she said.
“Whatever makes you happy,” I said.
She ditched the jacket and pushed the top of her dress down to around her waist, letting me see her tits. She was a curvy woman, with a bit of a waist, but huge round tits as well. She led me to a fancy recliner, and had me sit in it. While I sat, she pulled a pillow off her sofa and knelt on it in front of me.
She was quick with the zipper, and pulled me out, balls and all. When I’m out for this, I wear boxers or nothing, and today it was nothing. “Nice,” she said, as she took my hardening cock in one hand. She kissed the tip of it, then backed away.
She shifted below me, grabbing her breasts and wrapping them around my cock She sighed happily as she stroked me. She stroked down and again took the tip of my cock in her mouth. I have to admit, it felt awesome, her soft tits wrapped around my cock, her warm mouth teasing the tip.
I leaned back and closed my eyes letting out a pleased sigh. Her boobs fell away, and I heard the rustling of her skirts as she shifted to take care of herself. She slid her lips over my cock then, sliding almost all the way down. I could feel her start to swallow me, and then she pulled back.
As she masturbated, she moved faster and faster on my cock. Her technique wasn’t expert or refined, but incredibly passionate. One of her hands wrapped around my balls and played with them as she thrust herself down on my cock time and time again. She never took the whole thing in, but that didn’t matter.
She was there for it, and enjoying herself, and pleasing me. Her tongue gyrated on my cock with abandon, and I knew my time was coming, so I touched her shoulder, to let her know. She slid up and off. “Swallow,” she said and then plunged back onto my cock and trying to take yet more of it in.
I came then against the back of her throat, and she seized up and cried out around my cock as she too came. She spent a few minutes after, cleaning up my cock and putting me away.
We said our goodbyes and thank yous, and I headed back to my hotel. Later, I found a ring of lipstick around the shaft of my cock as far as she was able to go. I smiled and cleaned up, and put a star in my map on Elk Grove, California.**
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