Her Dirty Secret Life Ch. 3

It's your weekly full length story! This one is for JB who I appreciate for being patient and waiting on me while this has been a rough start to the year.

Yesterday I seen a dentist about my tooth situation. I go back Monday for more procedures. I appreciate all the support I get here that is going to help with future dental work to fix my mouth up. 

It's time for another dive into Robin Meade's dirty secret life, enjoy. 

Atlanta, Georgia

A door slammed from somewhere upstairs. The sound could be heard throughout the large, empty house. Life had gone back to normal for Robin Meade as she found herself home alone for another weekend. Her husband, Tim, had finally come home last week. He had a break from work that allowed him to return home, and they had the chance to spend quality time together again. Work was business as usual for Robin back at the HLN studio offices. Her husband rarely asked about the day-to-day dealings at work. It was none of his concern since he knew how long Robin had been a news anchor. Sometimes, Tim liked to joke about how when he missed her, he could see her on TV every morning. That joke still made her blush after all these years.

Three weeks had passed since her last meeting with Terry at the Mystic Palace nightclub. The memories of those nights were still fresh in Robin's mind, despite how hard she tried to forget about them while her husband was home. She was beginning to learn the hard way that desires could not be forgotten. Aside from Terry, she was thinking about his son, Javon. She had never experienced a threesome before in her life, and now she had that moment to cherish between a father and son. Robin was surprised that Tim could leave and come back and not suspect her of having any affairs. That was the result of the trust they had built up together throughout the years. All was back to normal when he was home, but she knew that would only be temporary. He had to leave again after nine days off and drive back across town to resume his work alongside his partner at the law firm.

While Tim rarely asked questions about her work, Robin was curious about what went on with his cases. He was a paralegal who worked alongside an attorney who spent most of his time as a public defender. In the past, Tim had worked for a tax-based law firm. He complained about the hours back then, but Robin felt he spent more time across town with the new firm he had moved to. During dinner, she sparked a conversation by asking about the records of any of his recent clients. When someone was stuck with a public defender, it was a sign that they did not have the money to hire a real lawyer. Tim told her he hated that public defenders were often called 'public cowards' by some inmates in the county jail. He was thankful that he was not the lawyer having to represent them in court. He did his work as a paralegal, preparing cases and following an attorney.

Sometimes Robin found herself suspecting that Tim spent time away from her own purpose, or maybe that was her own guilty conscience surfacing inside her. She never poked her nose into his business at the office, all out of respect for how he never showed up at the studio to learn about the environment of her workplace. While he was home, Robin was eager to spice up the night with some bedroom fun. This surprised Tim, since they had rarely enjoyed sex together in the past year. What caused this abrupt change seemed to perplex him. Robin acted as if she were lustfully starved and eager to try new experiences in the bedroom. That night did not seem to go as well, at least from her impression. Tim was never the type of man to get wild in the bedroom. He was taken aback by her desire to dress up in lingerie just to give him a quick strip show.

The night ended with her riding him as they shared a climax together. Tim was surprised at how frisky Robin was. Everything she did seemed to blow his mind, from how long she spent sucking his cock to asking him if he wanted to fuck her tits. She had learned new things to do in the bedroom thanks to Terry and Javon, but the experience was not the same. Tim preferred romance and spent most of the night spooning in bed. He was not the kind of man to take charge and spend the night trying new positions. He was so baffled by this change in her behavior that Tim seemed unable to process it. The next morning, they ended up having an argument about sex. He asked where she had suddenly found these new ideas. Robin insisted that they both needed to spice things up and try new things since they were rarely home together like this.

That was four days ago. He had left to go back across town and resume his work. She could not deny how Terry influenced her new kinks, but it was different. She preferred him or his son to be the one behind her, pounding her ass, instead of her husband. At least she did not give Tim that honor, regardless of whether he would have appreciated it. She knew if he fucked her ass, it would not be the sensational experience Terry had given her. For once, she could not wait for Tim to leave and leave her home alone again. The lustful night they shared had left a bad taste in her mouth that she was eager to get rid of by going back to work and then seeking Terry again. Three weeks without going back to the club had almost felt like an entire month. Her friend Sonya was eager to have a discussion about her affairs once they met at work again.

Without Sonya, Robin would have never met Terry. Her friend had opened the door to a potential new lifestyle she would have never dreamed she would enjoy. After three weeks of not seeing him but only exchanging a few text messages here and there, Robin was feeling deprived. At work, she found herself thinking about searching for the name Terry Knight in public records to see what came up. Throughout all this time, she had yet to learn what kind of business he was truly involved in. She speculated that he was something of a gangster. His son was another story, since Robin had the impression that his father was mentoring him in the life. But what life did they lead? It was all a big mystery, as was anything to do with the Mystic Palace club. Robin did not want to ask Sonya too many questions in fear that she would tell Terry who she really was.

Concealing her identity when she had these affairs was always key. Even though she went by a fake name, Robin did fear that Terry would later realize that Shelley was not real. What if he or any of his men at the club eventually recognized her daily TV appearances? That was one question she was always pondering. Better still, Robin was curious to learn about the men she had affairs with. While sitting home alone one night, she decided to open her laptop and go straight to Google. Instead of searching Terry's name, she typed in 'Javon Knight' and began searching. It took her a few minutes to scroll through pages, then search again by adding Atlanta into the search bar. It took her some time to find his social media accounts. When she finally did, her eyebrows quirked as she found herself grinning at the content.

Javon had the appearance of a young playboy on social media under the name 'Lil J'. Post after post showed him with different girls, some straight from a strip club. Other posts had pictures of stacks of money, jewelry, and fancy cars. After scrolling through dozens of posts, Robin felt she had not learned much about who he was. The only way she could learn more would be to meet with him again. Either that, or keep searching and see if he has an arrest record. That would potentially give away the mystery of this young man. All she knew of him was that he was twenty-two years old and that his father did not approve of his taste in women. It was not hard for Robin to see why, with all the girls on his social media who looked like strippers or escorts. The other thing Robin knew was that he was a young man with the level of energy to fuck her the way she wanted.

Robin decided to make a social media account under the name Shelleyxxx and try to get Javon's attention. She did not bother uploading a photo, but made the account and sent him a friend request. After waiting an hour, Robin decided to write him a private message and send it. She explained that she was Shelley, reaching out to him to say thanks for the wild night she had with him and his father. A day went by with no response to the message. Javon probably had yet to check his social media accounts, but that had only made Robin more desperate. She was not going to be ignored by this young man. On her way home from the studio, Robin stopped at a gas station and purchased a cheap mobile phone. She was inspired by something she had seen on a TV show a few years ago about using a burner phone. With one card, the phone was loaded with unlimited minutes and text messages for the next thirty days.

Now she had a separate phone to use in her affairs when going by the alias Shelley. Robin had no qualms about opening her laptop on the kitchen table and returning to that social media site now that her husband was gone. Since Javon had yet to open her message, she wrote him a new one. Robin figured the best way she could get his attention would be to leave a phone number in a desperate plea that she wanted to hook up with him one special night. An hour passed after the message was sent with no reply. Robin closed her laptop and began to unwind herself with a few glasses of wine. If Javon was not going to respond to her emails, maybe it would be best to take a trip to the Mystic Palace club and seek out his father. Robin was tempted, but she was lusting for a younger man tonight. She was beginning to give up on the night after the clock moved past ten when the burner phone began to ring from the bedroom. Robin dashed to the bedroom, picking up the phone to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hey yo, Shelley? That you?"

"Yes, it's me. How are you doing, Javon?"

"I got your message, so what's up? It's not everyday I get one of my dad's hoes... excuse me, ladies hittin' me up online."

Her heartbeat began racing when he referred to her as a hoe. Robin blushed, trying to laugh off his choice of language and not be offended by it.

"Uh, yeah. I've been thinking about you often lately."

"So you're in need of some company, huh? The only thing I'm wondering is, why me? I figured you were my dad's type of woman."

"Maybe I prefer a younger man to keep me up all night."

Javon chuckled into the phone. Robin swallowed her breath as she quietly thought about how to approach this conversation.

"Does my dad know about this? I mean, if he don't then-"

Robin cut him off in his speech.

"No, he doesn't know about this at all. I only see your father up at the club. I don't go out with him. He doesn't have to know about this as long as no one tells him."

"Alright. If you wanna come up and see me tonight, I'll text you an address. I ain't had a good time all week, so I wouldn't mind if you spent a lot of time down on your knees."

She began giggling as he continued to speak.

"Oh yeah, just one more thing. Wear something you can take off quick. I like to get down to business fast. Hope to see you in the next hour, baby."

The phone clicked, disconnecting before she had a chance to reply to his words. The young man was quite demanding of her appearance. Robin sighed as she walked back to her bedroom and opened her closet. The disappointment from her husband was still fresh on her mind while digging through her outfits to find something more revealing. Robin pinned her hair up in a ponytail before she slipped off her wedding ring. It was time to become Shelley again and go out for another wild night. The time had come to break out her best tube of red lipstick, black high heel pumps, and gold jewelry. Robin could hear the phone going off from outside the bedroom as Javon undoubtedly sent her a text message. She was busy stripping down to change into a more sexy outfit for the night. Her big brown eyes gazed back at her own reflection in the mirror. Robin swallowed her breath as she stood in her white pants and a push-up bra that encased her busty tits, anticipating what awaited her through the identity of Shelly.

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2 HOURS LATER

Across town in the night, Robin had taken a trip after calling an Uber. She took a purse with only the disposable cellphone and spare money in her wallet, leaving behind anything that could reveal her true identity. The address Javon texted her was not one she recognized. The trip was an hour away from where she resided on the far end of town. If only it were daytime, Robin may have recognized this part of the city. Rundown buildings and graffiti painted walls were visible outside a block of apartment buildings. Street lights illuminated the block, allowing her to witness how rundown the area looked. Robin's first impression was that Javon lived in a dangerous area of town. He was standing outside the apartment, greeting her with a hug. Robin wore a black minidress that hugged all her curves, matching her heels. Her long brunette hair was pinned in a high ponytail to reveal her small golden hoop earrings. Javon wore a grey hoodie and blue jeans. As he greeted her, Robin noticed people walking the streets from across the road.

She asked about the place, but Javon swore he did not live in the apartment. It was merely a 'safehouse of sorts', in his words. Inside, Robin saw how tight the space of the apartment was. Whatever the cost of rent was, it did not match the luxury of her own large home far across town. The living room appeared empty apart from a flat screen television hanging on the wall and cheap black furniture. Two bedrooms were upstairs, but Javon suggested they have their fun in the tiny living room. The front door was directly behind them with a set of three chain locks and painted red. Robin noticed early on that Javon kept glancing back at the door as if he were expecting someone else to come knocking, or maybe he was somewhat paranoid. In the kitchen, he offered her a glass of wine. It was in there that Robin noticed he had a handgun sitting near the sink.

Javon claimed the pistol was simply for protection. Robin did not push him on details, but she could already picture why he would need a gun in this part of town. She had a sneaking suspicion that she was spending the night in a dangerous place. It only made her curiosity grow over who Javon really was. Maybe she should have searched his name in a local database to see if he had an arrest record. Knowing that she was likely sleeping with a criminal tonight had only raised the stakes higher for Robin. She was turned on by this possibility and eager to begin taking her clothes off for the young man. Javon was not so much interested in a strip show from her. He undressed first in the living room and ordered Robin to begin taking her dress off. Unlike his father, Javon was not one to spend time talking and building up to the fact. He wanted to get straight down to business, since they both knew the reason they were here.

Nothing else mattered to Robin once she was naked and down on her knees. Her big brown eyes widened as she twisted her right hand fingers around his long black cock. This was what she had been craving all throughout the week. The time had finally come to wash that bad experience with her husband away as she gorged herself on Javon's cock. Her lips kissed the head before she pushed it into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. 'Mmmmmm', she moaned in a muffled sound while feeling the tingling heat develop between her thighs. Tempted to use her free hand to pleasure herself, Robin closed her eyes and continued to suck Javon's shaft. He remained still, sitting there as if he did not have a care in the world as she slobbered on his shaft. Outside the apartment, cars could be heard speeding down the roads. Some moved slowly, with radios blaring loud bass beats and hip-hop music.

The noise had only made Robin more eager to suck his cock slow and sensually. Everything about this night had made her feel as if she were living out a fantasy she never knew she truly had. She may not have known yet what kind of business Terry was in, but his son had the makings of a bad boy for sure. Robin could not resist the urge any longer to slide her free hand down to her wet pussy and begin fingering herself as she continued to bob her head up and down. Her middle finger pushed beyond her pink folds, thrusting inside. Javon did not utter a word between his groans of pleasure and soft moans. His eyes were focused on her face as her earrings dangled from the movement of her lips. Slobbering and sucking sounds grew louder with each passing moment as Robin continued to suck at this slow pace. A sparkle of light was visible from the right corner of her eye due to his gold watch.

"Damn, that's good."

When he finally spoke, Robin raised her lips back to the head of his cock. She let go with a popping sound, dangling strings of saliva from her open lips back to his dark meat. She quit fingering herself and pulled her left hand out from between her legs. Her fingers wrapped around it before stroking it up and down.

"I guess you could say I've been craving you lately."

He chuckled at her remark before smiling. Robin slid his shaft back into her mouth and continued to bob her head up and down. The length was massive. On first thought, she knew Javon and Terry had a greater size than her own husband. It would prove difficult to try and suck the entire length of his shaft, but Robin felt brave tonight. Closing her eyes, she sank her lips further down, feeling his cock push down her throat as her lips were only an inch away from the base. Her eyes opened as she lightly gagged and pulled back, extracting his cock from her mouth again. As she took a deep breath, Javon crackled with laughter but said nothing. Robin's eyes gazed back at his face.

"You look like you have something on your mind, honey."

With a nod, he replied.

"Suppose I do."

She twirled her tongue over the head of his shaft before kissing it. Robin was tempted to continue sucking but chose not to. She raised her left hand to grip the upper area of his shaft, now using both hands to wank him as she curved her lips into a wide smile.

"You look like you need to unwind yourself and have some fun. I bet you were some bored housewife before you met my dad."

His words were slightly off-putting. Robin had to wonder if he was sitting there trying to get a read on her while she sucked him off. She continued to twist her hands around his cock, stroking it as Javon spoke again.

"Let me ask you something. Are you divorced? Got family or anything?"

The smile fell from her lips as Robin slowly shook her head. So far, he did not seem to recognize her from television. That would be the last thing she wanted. If she needed to, she could lie her way into pretending to be a bored housewife, if that's what he wanted. Javon simply smiled, flashing his teeth, before speaking again.

"Oh yeah, I know women like you. You've been waiting your whole life for some kind of thrill."

Smiling again, Robin nodded her head.

"Yes, you've got that right."

Not wanting to dive into a conversation where he could potentially pick up on her identity, she broke eye contact and pushed his cock back into her mouth. Maybe if she resumed sucking him, he would drop the discussion. 'Mmmmm', a muffled moan was audible as she unwrapped all ten of her fingers and proceeded to suck his cock by the inch. Javon exhaled a deep breath and groaned.

"Yeah, you know how to suck alright..."

Robin felt his hand patting her on the head to get her attention. Her eyes shot up at him as she pulled her lips back to the head of his shaft and released it with a pop.

"Hold those titties up."

"You want your cock between my tits?"

"Hell yeah! Time to do some tittyfucking."

Giggling at his excitement, Robin moved her hands to her breasts. She pushed them up, flexing her elbows as she sandwiched them around his big black cock. Javon moaned at the feeling as she squeezed her tits tightly around his pole.

"God, it's so beautiful when your cock is between my tits."

She spoke in a low voice, unable to glance away from the sight of his shaft stuffed between her boobs. This was one new pleasure she had learned from Terry that she did not want to share with her husband. Robin licked her lips as Javon began to buck his hips to drive his cock up and down between her boobs.

"Ohhhhhhh, god..."

He moaned again, feeling every inch of his cock sliding up and down between her tits. Robin parted her lips in an attempt to suck the head, but Javon was thrusting faster than she anticipated. She adjusted her left hand, pinching her nipple between her fingers, as Robin began to lick the head each time it poked up.

"Yeah, lick it!"

Javon began to thrust harder and faster until the head of his cock was finally slipping between her lips. Each time it pulled out, a pop sound was heard. Pop. Pop. Pop. Robin gazed up at his face, keeping her mouth open for him to continue thrusting his cock between her lips. When he slowed down, Robin squeezed her lips around the head of his pole. Javon took a deep breath, gazing back into her eyes with no words spoken. Through the silence, they were caught in a brief moment of pleasure. Robin sucked the head of his cock and began to slowly pump her tits up and down, taking over from where he had stopped.

"You know you want it. I can see from the look in your eyes."

His words were enough to make her release his cock from her lips with yet another pop. Robin bit her lower lip and spoke in a seductive tone.

"Yeah, I want it. I want your big black cock in all of my holes tonight. I want you to fuck the shit out of me like I'm one of your dad's hoes."

Letting go of her boobs, Robin wrapped her left forearm beneath her tits to prop them up. She was not done playing with his cock yet.

"Don't worry. I plan on fucking you like I do my main girls. Maybe that's what you really want, Shelley. You wanna be one of my bitches?"

Robin ignored him as she rubbed the head of his cock against her right nipple. Letting out a soft moan, she closed her eyes momentarily, and then gazed back at him.

"You have... bitches?"

Slowly nodding, Javon smirked as Robin began to smack the head of his dick against her nipple. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed through the room as he replied.

"Yeah. They walk around the block with gold chains and bracelets. That's how every other player knows they're mine."

She glanced away from his face to watch herself rub his cock against her other nipple. Robin bit her lower lip as she gave it a few smacks and rubbed it one last time. When their eyes met again, she knew just how to tease him with her seductive voice.

"Does your father know about them?"

He shook his head at her as she let go of his cock and was finally done playing with her boobs. Javon began to rise from the chair, offering her both hands to pull her up from the floor.

"No, he doesn't know. But he might find out if you walk up in his club wearing some of my gifts."

Laughing at his words, Robin leaned in to kiss his lips. She pressed her hands against his muscular chest. It was an amazing sight of beauty in the contrast of their skin tones. Robin took a moment to appreciate her little white hands pressing against his dark skin. She bit her lower lip, softly purring moans as her eyes moved back to his.

"Are you ready to take me upstairs and fuck me?"

Javon moved his hands to her breasts, squeezing them hard as he shook his head at her question.

"Not yet. I'm gonna fuck you right here in this room."

He glanced across his shoulder to look back at the front door. Robin could not help but wonder why he would be distracted by the door. It seemed as if he were waiting on someone, but she was not going to ask. Stepping away from him, she glanced across the room while turning her back to him. Outside the living room, the apartment was dark with no other lights turned on. From where Javon was standing, he had a perfect view of her plump ass. Her feet were still contained within her pair of high heel pumps. Robin took a few steps forward as she heard Javon sigh.

"Damn, you've got a fine ass."

Flipping her ponytail around, she glanced from across her right shoulder.

"Oh yeah? You like it?"

"Yeah, I do. I wouldn't mind having a piece of it right now."

Stepping forward, Robin pressed her hands against the wall as if to make a position. Javon snapped his fingers and spoke.

"No, get back down on all fours. We ain't doing it against the wall."

When she glanced behind her shoulder again, Robin noticed that his eyes were wandering back to the front door. How was he going to be able to concentrate on fucking her in the ass if he was worried about the door? They were probably not even going to make it up the stairs at this rate. She was tempted to ask why he had to watch the door so badly, but Robin bit her tongue. There was an easy solution to this dilemma. She walked towards the door, now facing it as she fell back down to her knees. Javon moved behind her, his shadow casting across the wall as he moved in position. Robin pressed her palms down into the wooden tiles and slid them forward as she gazed up at the red door. Without saying the words, Robin was watching the door Javon. She still had to wonder if he was expecting company, whether the young man would admit it to her or not.

What would happen if someone were to knock on the door and Javon invited them in? That was one question that made her nervous. As he stood behind her and slid his cock up the crack of her ass, Robin closed her eyes and tried to forget her thoughts. It would be a complete disaster if someone were to enter the apartment and immediately recognize her. She already had some nervous tensions within her due to the short conversation with Javon. He was smart enough to know that she had no business being here with him. So far, so good; the double life had not been exposed by him. As long as she played it cool and lived through Shelley, maybe she could get out of this without a scandal. Robin finally dropped those thoughts when she felt the head of his cock pushing into her dark little hole. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped.

"Oh my god..."

For a brief moment, Robin had forgotten about where his cock was going. Her pussy was dripping wet from neglect, but she could not complain as she felt his cock slowly thrusting into her ass. She whimpered and moaned as his right hand smacked her booty hard.

"You've got a Milf booty. Nice and tight."

If not for feeling his hard shaft sliding into her ass, Robin might have laughed at his words referring to her as a milf. She felt his hands gripping her hips as he continued to thrust his cock into her ass.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh god!!"

Robin could not prevent herself from screaming. Despite her own dirty desires, it had been a long time since she had felt Javon or Terry fucking her ass. This was one act of pleasure she did not want to share with her husband. Only Javon or his father had what it took to give her ass the kind of fucking she wanted. Biting her lower lip, she purred soft moans as he began to pull back, finding a rhythm as he slowly thrust into her ass.

"Damn, this ass is fucking tight!"

"That's good, right?"

Her question made him chuckle.

"Yeah, it's good. I'm not like my dad. I prefer a tight ass that I can pound real good."

That told her what to expect from him. Javon had no interest in taking his sweet time. This was going to be a test of stamina and how much she could handle the length of his shaft. Robin closed her eyes and braced herself. Within seconds, she felt Javon's hard cock driving into her ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh yes!"

As her eyes opened wide, Robin gasped. She could feel inch after inch of his hard cock pumping into her ass. This was only the beginning. At the very least, she knew Javon had the strength and stamina to fuck her all night. So far, he was taking his time. Slow thrusts pushed his cock deeper into her ass. After two hard thrusts, Javon grunted.

"Hope you're ready for this."

Her eyes were still open as Robin suddenly felt his cock ram up her ass. She gritted her teeth and grunted upon first experiencing this feeling.

"Ohhhh god! OHHHHHH!!"

Screaming at the top of her lungs, she closed her eyes and kept her teeth clenched. Robin's big tits began to shake and bounce all around from underneath as Javon slammed his cock into her ass. Over and over, he thrust inch after inch of his big black dick into her booty. Robin could not control herself from yelling aloud.

"OH MY GOD!! OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!"

Smack. Smack. Smack. That was the sound of his big balls slapping against her thighs. Robin closed her eyes again, but only for a few seconds. She curled her toes inside her heels as Javon continued to pound his cock into her ass.

"Yeah, you can take all of it! This is the kind of ass I like to fuck!"

Spank! His left hand slapped across her booty as he continued to pump his cock into it. Robin kept her head raised. Her earrings and ponytail were shaking all around as she began screaming uncontrollably.

"FUCK MY ASS!! OHHHH, OHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!! YESSSSSSSSS!!"

Over and over, Javon pumped his cock into her ass while she screamed louder with each passing second. Her breasts were shaking and wobbling around until he ran his hands underneath and squeezed them. Robin moaned at his rough touch as her erect nipples poked into his palms. Javon raised her up from the floor until she was standing in an arched position. He slowed down almost to a halt while his cock was still buried in her tight ass. She felt his breath blowing across the right side of her neck before he pressed his lips against her neck. Closing her eyes, Robin pushed her hands back and caressed his skin as they were in this new position.

"If you want more, you gotta tell me."

"I do want more!"

Her voice was frantic between the heavy breathing shared by both of them.

"More what? You've gotta be a little bit more specific than that."

"I want more of your big black cock."

Chuckling under his breath, Javon squeezed her tits as he began to buck his hips again. His cock was pounding into her ass again at a slow pace. Robin opened her eyes, feeling her body rock as she gazed forward at the red painted door. Her hands found a place at his wrists, encouraging him to continue squeezing her breasts.

"Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!!"

In this position, Javon was unable to spank her ass. All he could do was squeeze her tits harder while slowly thrusting his cock into her ass. Her pussy was burning up, desperate for attention. Robin felt the need to pleasure herself with her fingers, but she fought the urge.

"Whatcha wanna do after I'm done fucking this ass!?"

"I wanna suck it!"

Her reaction signaled for him to make the final thrust into her ass and start pulling out. Robin let out a sigh as she felt his cock leave her dark little hole. She moaned before turning around and quickly falling to her knees. Javon planted his hands on his hips and watched her grab his cock. Robin did not hesitate for a second to go from ass to mouth, shoving his dick between her lips and sucking it. Her big brown eyes gazed up at him as she bobbed her head up and down.

"God damn..."

Javon groaned as Robin continued to suck his cock. Her eyes never glanced away from his face as she continued to bob her head up and down. She began to pump her right hand, stroking from the base of his cock to meet with her lips. When she extracted his cock from her lips, Robin slithered her tongue out. She playfully smacked the head of his shaft against her tongue several times. Javon took a deep breath, groaning as she was teasing him. After five smacks, she wrapped her lips back around the head and began sucking again. 'Mmmmm', a muffled moan sent vibrations into him as Robin unwrapped her fingers from the base. She used both hands to press into his legs, still bobbing her head up and down as Javon moaned.

"I think you love sucking it more than anything."

His words prompted a spoken response. Robin extracted his cock from her lips with a pop noise before nodding her head.

"Yeah, I love sucking you off."

She grabbed his cock with her right hand, twisting her fingers around it while lowering her head down to his hairy balls. Her hand began to pump his cock, stroking it up and down as she planted soft misses on his nuts. Once she had kissed it at least six times, Robin opened her mouth wide and used her free hand to aid herself in feeding his nuts into her mouth. Javon groaned at the feeling of her slobbering on one of his nuts. She expected him to moan some dirty words, but he did not utter any words. The only sound heard in the room was her loudly slobbering on his balls. After sucking on one, Robin opened her mouth as widely as she could to stuff his entire nut sack between her lips. Her cheeks became inflated as she shook her head around, sucking his balls. The older woman had become more daring and eager to indulge in dirty deeds with this young man.

A string of drool dripped from his balls after she pulled them out of her mouth. Her tongue began at the underside of his cock and trailed all the way up to the head. Her big brown eyes gazed up at him as Robin kissed the head of his dark pole before sinking it back between her lips. Her fingers unwrapped around it once again to give herself room to bob her head up and down, sucking him sensually. Javon remained standing there, observing her every move as he was no doubt enjoying her oral skills. Now that she was sitting on her knees again, Robin had a perfect chance to use her free hand to finger herself again. Throughout all this time, he had yet to give any attention to her pussy. She needed to be fucked. At this point, she was ready to beg if he was not willing to take her upstairs and give it to her. Her lips released his cock with a loud pop, and Robin sighed.

"Are you gonna take me upstairs and finally fuck me? I don't wanna have to wait much longer."

"Yeah, we're going right now."

Robin slid her hands up his chest until he grabbed them and helped pull her up from the floor. Javon walked ahead of her as they both entered the darkness and began to climb the staircase. The wooden railing had been painted white a long time ago, but there were now small chips and cracks. Her heels boomed loudly across the floor. Once they reached the top of the stairs, she noticed the glowing light from an open doorway leading into a small bedroom. The light came from a lamp sitting on a wooden nightstand next to an old metal bed frame. Atop the bed was a cheap-looking mattress with freshly cleaned sheets and a pillow. The room appeared empty, leaving her with the impression that he clearly did not sleep here much. Javon stepped ahead of her and moved to the bed, lying down.

"Come on, you wanna get on top and ride it?"

Her lips curved into a seductive grin.

"I thought you'd never ask."

With a clean invitation to ride him, Robin strutted her hips over to the bed and straddled him. As she began to climb atop Javon, she thought about her husband. This would surely erase the bad memory from last week, when their intimate bedroom session did not meet her expectations. On the other hand, having sex like this in a sleazy apartment in a dangerous part of town had only turned her on even more. This was another fantasy she was now living out. Robin bent her knees and hovered her wet cunt directly above Javon as she grabbed his cock. From where he lay, he got to watch her line up his thick, dark shaft to her pretty pink folds. Biting her lower lip, Robin purred soft moans before lowering herself down and sinking his cock into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah..."

God, she had missed this feeling. To have a big black cock inside of her again felt so wonderful. Nothing else mattered to Robin now, regardless of whether she was pretending to be someone she wasn't. It was this feeling that she had been craving, and now she finally had it. Closing her eyes, she slid her hands up his muscular chest. She pressed her hands down while arching herself forward, swinging her busty breasts closer to his face.

"Yeah, that's it. Ride that fuckin' thing. Ride it!"

He slapped her ass, catching Robin off guard as she moaned and began to roll her hips. Within seconds, the bed was squeaking from the cheap metal frame as she rocked herself up and down his hard cock. Her breasts were shaking around before Javon groped them.

"Ohhhhhhh, god!"

Raising her arms, Robin felt this was the best time to undo her ponytail and let her long locks fly. She flexed her elbows, revealing her shaved pits as she pulled the ponytail out and freed her hair. Javon smiled at her while squeezing her boobs. As she rolled her hips to pump his cock in and out of her, he began to buck his hips upward. His thrusts met with her movement as the bed was squeaking louder.

"Give it to me! Give it to me, ohhhh yeah!!"

Unable to control her excitement, Robin loved how he took control and was now thrusting into her. She quit rolling her hips and remained still. Javon slid his hands down to her hips, gripping them as he continued to thrust his cock into her tight pussy. The bed continued to squeak as her breasts shook and jiggled in all directions. She closed her eyes, feeling strands of hair wave into her face until she brushed them aside with her left hand. Javon came to a sudden halt.

"Get up, I want to really fuck you now."

Smiling wide, Robin giggled at him.

"Oh yeah, did I hear that right? You wanna fuck me, Javon?"

Taking in a deep breath, he nodded as she began to slowly rise and slide his cock from her pussy.

"Get your sexy ass up so I can get behind you again."

"It sounds to me like you have a preference for doggy style."

They shared a laugh at her reply. Robin climbed off the bed, stomping her heels into the wooden floor. Javon immediately got up and motioned for her to face the bed. Robin turned and moved herself into the position he wanted. She spread her legs out as she pressed her palms down into the white bed sheets. Javon teased her by rubbing the head of his shaft over her pink folds. Robin moaned as she began to grip the bedsheets.

"Give it to me! Give me that black cock! I need you to fuck me and don't stop until I cum."

"Damn, that's a lot of demands."

He chuckled at her remarks while thrusting his cock back into her pussy. Robin gasped before speaking again in a low voice.

"Yeah, that's it. Give it to me... give it to me... give it to me."

Spank! His right hand slapped her ass hard, but it was not enough to make Robin jump. At the height of her lust, she wanted nothing more than to reach her climax with Javon's big black cock alone. She gripped the bed sheets, rustling them at the feeling of his cock thrusting inside her. Inch after inch pumped into her as she raised her head and screamed.

"Ohhhhhh, god! Yeah! Ohhhhhh, yeah! That's it! THAT'S IT!!"

The louder she screamed, the harder Javon thrust into her. Robin could feel her breasts bouncing around as he was now pounding his cock into her pussy. Satisfied with how he was taking her, she pressed her hands down into the bed, causing the metal frame to clank against the wooden floor. Javon grabbed a fistful of her hair with his right hand and began to tug.

"Scream for me, you sexy ass bitch!"

Javon yelled as he pulled her hair.

"FUCK ME!! OHHHH GOD, FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!"

Closing her eyes, Robin could feel his cock pulsating and throbbing inside her. Javon was not holding himself back as he pounded her pussy over and over with each thrust. This was what she wanted, and at last, she was getting it. He pulled her hair one last time before letting go. Robin snarled with her teeth gritted, growling her moans before she screamed at him again.

"THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT!! OHHHHHHHH, YEAH!! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!!"

"You want it like this!? You want more!?"

"YES!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME!! I WANT IT ALL!!"

The bed clanked with the metal legs sliding forward across the wooden floor to create a screeching sound. It was not enough to distract Javon, as he was now thrusting harder and faster into her pussy. He let go of her hair so he could plant both hands on her hips. Robin curled her toes from inside her heels, loosening the left shoe as her hands pulled at the bedsheets. She only had seconds to last before the rush of her orgasm would begin. If only she could see the beauty of his black cock sliding in and out of her pussy. With only seconds to spare, Robin opened her eyes wide. She could only stare into the white wall as Javon finally pushed her into the climax she desperately needed.

"OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!!"

Gripping the sheets, she pulled at them hard as she collapsed down onto the bed. Upon feeling her pussy tighten around his cock and release juices, Javon quickly pulled out. Her love nectar splattered onto the floor. Robin was out of breath, panting as she attempted to catch her breath. As she raised her head from the bed, she realized that the young man did not fill her with his cum. She slowly turned around to see Javon standing there, gripping his cock that awaited her attention. If he had any desire to finish, Robin did not care. She knew what she wanted as she found the place on her knees again. His ebon shaft glistened in her slick juices. Robin wasted no time enveloping her lips around it and sucking it clean. His eyes focused on her as Robin gazed up at his face. She loudly slurped her juices from his shaft and swallowed them down.

"I think you know I'm about to cum. Do you want a taste of it?"

She nodded with his cock still pushed into her mouth. Javon flashed his teeth in a grin as he nodded.

"Suck it then!"

Closing her eyes, Robin was ready to gorge herself on his cock one last time. Her left hand cupped his balls, rubbing them back and forth, while her right hand fingers gripped the base. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking him faster than she had earlier in the night. This time, Robin wanted to see if she could properly deep-throat his shaft. She had a newfound preference for black cock and wanted to test her own limits. With her eyes still shut, she slowly pushed his cock as far as it could go down the depths of her throat. After removing her right hand fingers, Robin pressed her hands into his legs as she felt the strings of his pubic hair touching her nose. Javon began grunting as she gagged.

"Damn!"

The tone of his voice was enough to tell her that he was close to exploding. She began to choke on his cock, forcing her to withdraw a few inches from her mouth. Robin resumed bobbing her head up and down. She opened her eyes to gaze up at his face. Javon was breathing heavily, with his face all scrunched up to reveal his gritted teeth. He had mere seconds to go until he gave Robin a mouthful of his creamy seed. Seeing that look on his face had only made her work harder. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to jerk him while she sucked the head.

"Ohhhh, damn..."

Exhaling deeply, Javon raised his head, and closed his eyes. Robin's hand glided across his slick, wet shaft with ease. She was so eager to taste his cum, she wanked harder and faster. Her hand became a blur as he finally groaned and screamed loudly.

"OHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! GODDDDDDD!!"

Spurt after spurt of cum flooded into her mouth. Robin closed her eyes, almost gagging at the feeling of his cum hitting the back of her throat. She had rarely tasted cum in her life. Only twice had she ever swallowed from her husband. Now Robin was gulping down all of Javon's cum. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and opened wide to reveal her clean tongue. He did not seem as impressed with her as his father may have been for such a dirty act. Javon took a few deep breaths before stepping away from her.

"That was fucking good."

So that was all he could say? She was just good? Robin was unamused by such a response, but at least she got what she came for. A wild night with a young man who managed to fuck her senseless. Now that it was over, Javon left the room. She found it odd for him to just up and leave her naked on the floor. It took her a moment to climb back on her feet. Robin stomped her heels out of the room and wandered downstairs. Javon had already slipped his underwear and jeans back on. He stood in the living room shirtless as he offered her the thong and bra she was previously wearing. All Robin did was nod to him quietly as she began to redress.

"You want me to call you a cab?"

"No thank you. I can help myself with Uber. Where are we exactly?"

"We're in West Lake, on North Avenue. Thirty-first street."

She froze for a moment. West Lake was not only across town; Robin knew it was a high-crime area of the city. This must have been one of the many apartments deep in town, though she was still unfamiliar with the area. Gathering her thoughts, she offered a smile and nodded.

"Oh, right. Thank you."

He nodded after she replied. Robin stepped out of the room after collecting her clothes. A few minutes were required to get fully dressed again. Now that they were done fucking, Javon seemed uninterested in her. His attention was back at the front door, and it became evident with the passing of time that he was waiting for someone to arrive. Robin grabbed her purse from a wooden table while he put one eye to the door's peephole. Before she was ready to leave, Robin had to make a call to Uber. She stepped into the kitchen while holding the phone up to her ear. While she had a short conversation with the dispatcher, Robin heard the front door open and a man's voice greeting Javon.

"What up, Lil J. You been waiting on me all night?"

"Yeah, I knew your slow ass wouldn't be here until a quarter past eleven."

The men began to laugh together after Robin hung up her phone. She shoved it into her purse and then stepped out of the kitchen to see who had arrived. Standing beside Javon was a short black man with a chubby build and short hair. He was wearing dark pants and a flannel jacket covering a dark green shirt. The man saw her and then took a second glance. His eyes widened, and his lower lip fell.

"Oh, fuck. You didn't tell me you knew her."

Standing there in shock, Robin realized within that moment that the other man recognized her. Javon simply laughed at him.

"This is Shelley, one of my dad's ladies."

"What? She looks just like that woman on TV. You know who I'm talking about."

The two men looked at each other, and Robin felt she had no choice but to dash to the front door. Javon stepped aside, and she grabbed the knob, swinging it open to run out.

"Oh shit, that's Robin! It's Robin!!"

Hearing her name yelled twice was enough to put her into a panicked frenzy. Robin had shot out the door of the apartment and sprinted down the middle of the street. Her heels clicked and clacked frantically as she clutched her purse. This was the last thing she expected to happen when Javon had a visitor who recognized her right away. Maybe it was because she tossed her ponytail out and let her hair down. That one mistake had now unexpectedly revealed her identity. She ran through the street until she felt fatigued and had to stop in exhaustion. Robin glanced behind her shoulder to see if Javon or his friend had followed her, but there was no one else around. The bright glare of headlights on a white SUV caught her attention. The driver hit the horn as he pumped the brakes. Robin recognized the vehicle as the one belonging to the Uber driver who had dropped her off.

"Hey, it's me! I just called you!"

She waved her hand at him before running to the right side back door. The van had the company sticker on the side. Robin opened the door and quickly got into the backseat.

"Take me home. I'll pay you a real nice tip if you can make it quick."

TO BE CONTINUED