Lon Operates: A Justine Story

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I haven’t always been the world’s greatest covert operative, famous glamour model, or even small-part actress with a bigger following than most superstars. Back in 1969 I was just a girl of 19, but I was already commanding men’s attention like I simply owned it from the start. Most were drawn to my ludicrous MM cup breasts (They weren’t quite done growing even then) while others liked my long legs, sculpted butt, fit physique, and then there were the older guys who just loved blonde hair and blue eyes.One of those older guys was Lon Gordon, I was in a bar late at night in San-Francisco on a hiatus from college, letting all the horny boys in the place fight (politely, I do not tolerate violence in a suitor) for who would get the right to buy me the most expensive drink they could. There were studs of all kinds, from those delectable lean-yet-defined types to those hearty buff boys. There were fashionable types, and there were nerds (I use the term affectionately), and there were businessmen in suits and even one punk kid just loaded up with metal in his face. On some level they were all tempting, but I wasn’t in an orgy mood (that night anyway) so I couldn’t quite make up my mind.Then he came in. He was older than all the rest, maybe in his late forties, with a full head of black hair that was just barely graying around the temples, his eyes were a very pale shade of blue, like a thin sheet of ice held up to a cloudless sky, and while he was most unfashionably dressed, there was something about him that was alluring. It might have been in the way he carried himself, but more likely it was the way his eyes wandered the room, favoring me (as all eyes eventually would) but with neither the shock nor hunger most settled on; his eyes just seemed somehow like they recognized mine, though we’d never met.He spoke then, to the bartender, his voice a wonderful, “Sandpaper-on-smoke sort of sound, I don’t even know how to begin describing it. It wasn’t that it was especially deep, but resonant somehow, tired, a little sad but very commanding.“Hey there shooter, I’d like a Laphroaig and whatever the lady wants provided it’s good enough for her.” he chuckled, clearly no such drink existed in his mind.Why am I not surprised it was the punk who decided to get up in his face.“Back the fuck off, gram’pa’pa! There’s a fucking line for which of us gets to sous this chick!”He met the metal eyebrows with one of his own slowly lifting. “I’m pretty sure that’s the lady’s choice. Also, I don’t mean to ruin your night son, but the the third ring from the left over your right eye is clearly infected. You need to go get antibiotics before you go septic.”“Shut the fuck up man, I–AIIIEEEGH!” he howled in pain as the older man gave him a very gentle-poke where he’d indicated trouble.“See? Infected. Go get help, son.” he pointed towards the door, and to my relief the punk actually gave a very un-punk-like murmur of thanks and made his way out, still holding his palm over the sensitive spot. The older man looked back to me where I’d cocked my head and pursed beşevler escort my lips with obvious interest. “What do you think, my dear? Should I get some piercings? I think he was kind of pulling that look off.”Even some of the other suitors had to laugh at that and I joined in. Still, one of the brawnier boys decided to confront him next.“Look old dude,” his drawl was distinctively surfer, “you seem like a cool guy, and I don’t mean any disrespect or nothin’, but look at that girl! She’s like your daughter’s age, she should really be with one of us.”I was taken aback that the meat-head was the one trying to appeal to some sort of reason, perhaps even a little impressed, if I didn’t spend the night with one of the others I might still want to jot him down for later, you just never know who is going to end up in my little black book.“Oh for christ’s sake, I’m too old, alright. Too old to put up with this shit, too old to care about what some yapping puppy thinks, and definitely too old to spend all night doing this. Hey shooter, what does it cost to book this place for a private event?”The bartender blinked, “Well, five thousand dollars, but sir, you need to clear it in––”“Here’s ten grand.” The older gent said, slapping a wad of hundreds that could have overflowed one of my bra cups on the counter. “And that’s just for the bar, not the service. You can go take the night off if you want.”The bartender gawped a few moments, looking like a bit like a fish giving a dissertation to a panel of sharks, then he shook his head and slapped his hands over the pile of bills.“You heard the man, asshole, everyone out!”There were groans of protest, but they all knew they’d been beat and began to file out. The barkeep flicked a few knobs by the door and turned back to us.“Alright, it’s set to lock when you leave. Please turn the lights off and don’t be here when I get in at three P.M. tomorrow.”“You got it,” the apparently very rich man said, grinning. He rounded the bar and muttered to himself, finally selecting a rather dusty-looking bottle of brandy from the top shelf. To my surprise, he did not bring it right over but heated a small kettle of water that was on one of the modest burners behind the counter and poured that into a wide-brimmed glass, nestling the snifter into it so the natural curvature served as the perfect warming apparatus for the amber liquid.He walked over to my table at last, setting the snifter in front of me and swirling his own scotch in his glass.  “Good evening, Princess, the name’s Lon. Nice to finally get to talk to you.”Was I impressed? Of course I was! He’d demonstrated wit, thrown off a pack of younger lions, and even knew his way around a fine drink. Did that mean I was going to let him off easy? Never; I may be a cock-pleaser but I’m a cock-teaser too.“Am I supposed to be all impressed, Mr. Lon? Justine Roschmann is no easy mark. I bet you planned this all from the beginning, paid off those young guys and the bartender before you even set foot cebeci escort in here.”He laughed, “Damn, I wish I had thought of that! it would have made everything so much easier!”“And honestly, flashing money around like that? Does that ever really get women into your bed?”He laughed again, taking a sip of his scotch, “What? Honey, if I wanted to get you into bed I’d have mentioned that I’m a world-famous heart-surgeon, that I’ve run dozens of marathons, and that I’m extremely well endowed.”“Would you have, now?” I said, trying to play it droll, but definitely getting more curious.“Sure. And by the way…” he leaned in, conspiratorially, like he had a secret to tell, “I’m a world-famous heart-surgeon, I’ve run dozens of marathons, and I am extremely well-endowed.”I’m no connoisseur, but I suspect super-expensive brandy doesn’t feel any better shooting out of one’s nose than cheap brandy does.When I was done laughing I had to give in, who was this Lon exactly? Was it all jokes with him or was that stuff actually true? I’d definitely have to find out.“Alright, Lon––”“Call me Doctor Gordon. We’ve decided I’m trying to impress you, right?”I giggled again, “Alright LON, I may be young, but when it comes to men, I’ve pretty much seen it all. Impress me.”He shot down the last of his scotch, made a face, and stood, lowering his head to look at me with impressive confidence, the sort I’ve only ever seen meet me back in the mirror. He stalked around the table to me he, he was tall, perhaps an inch shorter than my just over six-foot height, and when he drew close I expected another one-liner or a compliment.Instead, the chatty surgeon simply took my face in his evidently talented hands and kissed me.It was blistering. It was as though his lips had told me that they’d kissed many others before mine, yet this was somehow new to them. He was hungry in how he kissed, and thirsty, and lustful and loving and it was overwhelming. I met his eager tongue with my own; just the tip, I didn’t want to frighten him away with the insanely lengthy thing I kept in my mouth. He made it tempting to explore the whole of his mouth and throat, but I held back, wanting to see where he took things first.His hands fluttered to my skin and stroked firmly, playing on the nerves he had such vast knowledge of, tracing the very pathways my brain used to communicate with my body through clusters and bundles and pulses of white-hot electricity. He touched only my cheek, my neck, one of my shoulders and my ribs on the other side, yet as far as these all were from my clit the little pleasure button had stiffened right up and was almost quivering despite the lack of attention.I pulled back from him, jaw dropped in real awe and mock-scandal, “Dr. Gordon, you’re the DEVIL!”“That would probably explain this,” he shot back, parting from me just a little to unzip his fly and flop out what to that point was by far the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my entire life. It was dead soft and hung limply past the crotch of his kolej escort jeans, the head of it falling perhaps as much as an inch or two above his knee. Now my jaw really wouldn’t shut, I gawped and stared and shook my head just a little in utter disbelief.“You mispronounced your name earlier!” I said.“What do you mean?” he asked, grinning a little at my facial-reaction.“You forgot to tell me there’s supposed to be a ‘G’ at the end.”He waggled his hips a little, making the mighty cock sway around a little, even soft it was pretty thick already.“Ah, but there is my dear, my name is LonG Ordan, you see.”“You’re as ridiculous as you are hung!” I chided him.“Yeah? Which of those two is the reason you’re about to suck this dick?”I didn’t have to of course… and if he hadn’t been as funny and nice and charming thus far that’s the sort of line that means you don’t get a blowjob from Justine, but I knew he was harmless despite how dangerous that cock looked and I slowly sank to my knees before him.“I’m not going to tell you which,” I said, “See if you can figure it out from the kind of sucking I give you.”He began to chuckle again, but I interrupted it with a long lick of that long cock making him groan instead. I lathed my tongue from its head up to the base which he’d considerately shaved completely bare. I gave each side of  his fabulous prick a similar lick, then teased my nose underneath it and looked up at him with it laying all the way across my face, drooping over one cheek,his eyes met mine and he just groaned louder, it must have made quite a sight, such a pretty little face divided by such an ugly big cock.Balancing him like a circus seal I attacked his belt-buckle and fly-button, getting him all the way open so I could drop those pants. His balls were huge and hairless to match his meat-pole, and they hung lower than any pair I’d ever seen in a big tightly-packed scrotum.“Oh my!” was all I could manage as I let that cock roll awkwardly from my face (it was definitely getting bigger and stiffer) and dove for those big nuts, tonguing them, having to use a hand to steady them so my slathering mouth wouldn’t just push them around in their swaying sack. They had a good, meaty flavor that I savored as I pulled away from them long enough to pop my blouse off and open my bra, revealing to him the vast treasures of MM cup tits.“Oh my, indeed!” it was his turn to say. He reached down and stroked at my huge hanging chest-bombs, neglecting the nipples until just the right moment so that his touch made my clit quiver in lust, he could play the body like a musical instrument; he was more artist than surgeon. I luxuriated in his touch a few moments before moving back in to suck his dick properly. The time for games were over and this time I let my gigantic tongue slip all the way from my mouth, slathering from his head to his balls straight-out so that I was cradling his entire length on the flat of it.His jaw dropped at the impossible length of my tongue, his mind clearly getting blown just as his cock was, I know there is something potentially distressing about seeing it at first, but with my talented tip flicking down far enough to cradle, lick and scoop up his big nuts so they pressed to the bottom of his big dick, he didn’t find room to complain. Finally I decided to really show him who the boss was and sucked his massive now-hard prong into my throat.

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