Page 7 of Alonzo

“It’s your lucky day, Tara. I’m gonna show you my cock.”

She sucks in a deep breath and holds it. “You are?”

“Mm-hm. Ready?”

“So ready.”

I lean back into the couch cushions, aiming the phone down at my groin as I pull the zipper down on my shorts and bring my hard, fat cock out in my hand.

Listen, I’m not a braggart, but I’m six foot fucking four and my cock is proportional, OK?

I have the phone positioned so she can’t see my face, just the hand holding my dick. But I can still see her.

She bites her lip when she gets her first look at the monster between my legs. “Jesus Christ, Lonnie. You weren’t lying.”

“Honey, I don’t need to lie.”

She squints her eyes up at me, confused because my voice is juuuust a little bit different. And I get it. Sure, Lonnie the accountant talks dirty to her. But I’m not in character. And Alonzo the fisherman has a few tricks up his sleeve that she’s never heard before.

This is the other side of me.

The real side.

The bossy side. The commanding side. The… dominant side.

“Talk to me, baby. I want all the dirty words to come out of your mouth right now. Make me come, Tara.”

She looks around nervously. “No! You talk to me.”

“I’m already giving you a gift.”

“Lonnie.” She’s slightly panicked at this point. “Someone could come in.”

“I know. Someone better come in. I’ll be very disappointed if they don’t.”

And just as I say that, there’s the tell-tale sound of a public bathroom door opening and closing. The banging of a stall door. Tara’s eyes go wide.

I almost laugh. “Want me to save you, sunshine?”

She nods her head.

“OK, but you better start strumming, baby. I want to see some serious friction being created right now. And don’t take your eyes off your phone. I want to see you as I jerk off.”

She leans back against the door, making it creak. Then her fingers pull her panties aside and two of them disappear behind the lacy pink fabric.

“Keep looking at your phone, Tara. So you can see me jerk on my cock as you play with yourself.”

My hand begins to move up and down my shaft. And I admit, this is some of the hottest shit we’ve done in a while. I’m not saying it was getting boring. It’s never boring. But we’ve never cammed in public before. And it’s been months since our last face-to-face like this.

The person in the stall finishes up, flushes the toilet, and then bangs the door open.

“Say something while she’s washing her hands, Tara.”

“I like your cock.” She moans this. Her fingers are really going to town. Like she’s getting off on this just as much as I am.

“Is it big enough for you?”

“So big, Lonnie. I wish you could put it inside me. I wish you were here to fuck me in this stall. I’d let you, ya know. I’d let you make a huge, sexy scene with me. I’d scream your name and claw your back with my fingernails.”