Guilty Rescue

[Mr.Ross]

Author's Note : Hey everyone! My name is Jim and I've been roleplaying for a number of years now. My primary focus is still roleplaying, however I also dabble in writing erotic stories.

So I have a number of those that I've written up some time ago and I had posted them on a specific site, the name of which shall not be mentioned!! The mods kindly informed me that I could not link to that site, however I was welcome to post my stories on Bluemoon in the Storytelling section instead. So that's what I'm doing. This is merely the first story and I have a number of others on the way.

Any feedback or critique is welcome. I'm not sure how you do that on Bluemoon, I'm guessing you cannot reply to the thread? By PM? Where there is a will, there is a way!

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The reflection on the window of the luxurious black SUV showed a rather young man. At 27 years old, Jim Ross was practically a baby in the business world. However, it was his father's decision to step aside and let his only son take over the business. Jim ran his hand through his disheveled hair a few times until it fell into place. He had dark hair, a clean-shaven, almost pale complexion. Despite his handsome appearance, he had a somewhat boyish demeanor, which hadn't endeared him to the old guard of his father's firm. This was offset somewhat by his broad shoulders and rather tall stature. Jim was used to towering over his peers; he had shot up in height as a teen. He had always had a lot of excess energy, and through exercise, he had managed to channel that into a toned, though lean form. He didn't work out as much as he used to back in high school and college, though. The workload after taking over his father's firm meant he couldn't have as much fun. However, whenever he could, he did try to release some pressure.

After a draining day at the office, Nigel who also used to be his father's driver is taking a shortcut in reaching Jim's house, just out of town. In doing that, he passes through a rather unsavory neighborhood. Jim sees in the distance the silhouette of a woman being chased by two men. As the car approaches her, Jim can see them threatening her, until finally they grab her, trying and failing to silence her, but succeeding in dragging the poor woman into an alley.

"Nigel, stop the car," Jim demands, getting out of the car.

Rachel was a busy woman; she always had something to do in her packed schedule. She had to work two jobs to keep her home in order, as her husband didn't help at all. She married him pretty young at 18, while her husband was 20 at the time. Her father was delighted when she announced she was going to marry his best friend's son, thinking his daughter would be well looked after for life. However, her husband quickly got addicted to drinking and drugs whenever he would party, which led him to blow all his father's money on gambling in casinos. When Rachel's father died, she was distraught. The only good thing that came from it was her huge inheritance, which her husband managed to gamble all away. So here she was, working two jobs to keep her family from getting thrown out of their rented house in one of the roughest areas in the city.

She worked as a pharmacist receptionist in one of the nicer areas in the city, but her second job as a cleaner wasn't far from home, and the pay was good for only a few hours of work. Being a receptionist meant she had to dress smartly. She had two different sets of business clothes, one being a navy blue skirt, white shirt with a navy blue blazer to match, and the other being the same in black except it had an additional waistcoat that hugged her figure well. This was the one she decided to go with. As she got off the bus, she noticed a couple of guys whistling at her and calling out to her. She ignored them before panicking as they got closer and began running until they caught up to Rachel. Quickly, they grabbed at her, trying to cover her mouth, but being a fighter, Rachel bit at their fingers and shouted for help as they dragged her down a dark, dimly lit alleyway.

"Sir, I really don't think-" the old driver tried to say, but Jim was already out of the car. The half-broken flickering streetlight did not help much; most of the street was still shrouded in darkness, and the alley even more so, but the shrieks of the poor woman could still be heard, although less and less as one of the thugs was doing his best to put his hand over her mouth.

"Hold that woman still!" the other guy grunted, and a slap was heard as his friend shouted from getting his fingers bitten.

"Do that again and-"

"Leave that woman alone!" the thug looked to the end of the alleyway. The dim light from the streets showed the silhouette of Jim.

"Run along, buddy, this doesn't concern you!"

That's when Jim sprinted forward, bodying the thug that stood in front of the woman, making him fall back, then with a swift punch knocking the guy behind her down to the ground.

Meanwhile, Nigel had turned the car around, and the nose of the car poked into the alley, the headlights providing quite a bit of illumination now. Jim could see the poor woman strewn across the filthy ground. He approached her slowly, kneeling down as he held out his hand.

"Hey there, it's alright, it's alright. Don't be scared, I just want to help you out," he said gently, noticing her hair had fallen messily over her face. "Take my hand, and I'll help you up."

After struggling against the three men with all her power, Rachel was exhausted. Laying on the ground, she was breathing heavily, using her arms to prop herself up, looking sideways at Jim, who was a stranger to her at this point. She looked away from him and to her shoulder where her jacket had been ripped down the sleeve. She took Jim's strong hand and lifted herself to her feet with his aid.

"Thank you so much for your help," she said after looking over her shoulder and making sense of the situation. Her adrenaline was fading, but she instinctively jumped into Jim and gave him a large hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she repeated over and over as tears filled her eyes. "I can't imagine what would have happened if you didn't help me," she said, taking a step back and wiping her eyes, moving her hair out of her face. She still hadn't seen who this hero of hers was since the beams of the car were too bright; she was just staring at a dark outline of Jim.


Jim helped the woman up but was taken a bit by surprise as she lunged forward, hugging him. "Woah... that's alright, you're alright," Jim repeated, tentatively keeping his arms on either side of her. His smile faded a bit as he saw tears running down her cheeks. The poor thing was likely traumatized, and as her hair was moved off her face, he could see that she was an older woman, but quite attractive. "I'm just glad I happened to drive by," he added. Turning back, he made a signal to Nigel to turn off the headlights that seemed to be blinding her somewhat. The alley became dark, but at least she didn't need to wince anymore just to see.

"Come, let me give you a ride h-" Jim reached for her hand, feeling something wet drip down to see that her sleeve that was cut open, her forearm had a gash and blood was dripping. Concerned, he gently took her arm. "That doesn't look too good," he mumbled to himself. "Nigel, call Dr. Nielsen, tell him to come to the penthouse," Jim called out for his driver. Coming to the side of the woman, he put an arm around her. "Come on, let's get you out of here."

"Thank you for stopping, you wouldn't believe how many people drove past before you stopped," Rachel says, sniffling before breathing in through her nose. As the alley became dark and her eyes adjusted, she almost audibly gulped at how attractive Jim was. She enjoyed the look of his strong jawline and his chiseled features; his broad chest and shoulders were obvious, but she didn't expect him to be so handsome.

"Oh no, please, no doctors. I'm sure it will be fine with some bandages. I can't afford treatment right now," Rachel admits as she slowly stumbles towards the car, more following the guidance of Jim's strong arms than moving on her own. "You've already done so much, please, just a ride home will be fine," Rachel says, not wanting to intrude on this young man's night even more. "I'm sure you don't want your girlfriend to see you bringing home an old woman with a cut all down her arm anyway," Rachel says, laughing out loud at the thought of that situation.

The woman was a bit of a mystery to Jim. On the one hand, her words, her mannerisms, they were all measured and with a certain degree of poise that made it clear she had a rather distinct upbringing. However, the clothes she was wearing, the cheap perfume, and even her comment about not being able to afford a doctor clashed somewhat. He led her to the car, his hand pressed to the small of her back as he guided her to the back seat, opening the door and helping her step inside. He laughed at her assumption, shaking his head.

"The only one waiting home for me would be my housemaid... and even she'd be gone by this hour," he confessed, helping her to get inside. "Scoot over a bit," he said, jumping into the car after her.

The driver put the car in gear, and they were on their way. Inside, Jim turned on the car lights, finally getting a good look at her, the state of her clothes, but pausing a bit as her lovely face came into view. She had quite the delectable curves too.

"Let me see that arm," he said, holding out his hand for her to take. That's when he noticed her wedding ring, freezing for a moment. He tried to ignore it as his fingers intertwined with hers, holding her hand as he twisted her forearm gently to show the cut side.

"I kind of feel bad for keeping you from your husband, but then again, maybe he should have been making sure you were getting home alright," Jim added a bit spitefully. He did not know her man, but he already felt some connection to her.

"What business is it you own?" Rachel asks, knowing enough about him already to figure out he's a businessman. Just like her father was, he had everything he did too. A penthouse, check. A housemaid, a driver, check and double check.

"I never even realized the time. It's gotten so late. I'm sorry if you having to look after me has spoiled your night," Rachel says, used to being blamed for "ruining my night again!" from her husband. When Jim mentioned him, she didn't even flinch. She hadn't even thought of him at all throughout this whole ordeal.

"Don't worry about my husband. He's probably fallen into a drunken sleep in front of the TV again. He's clueless to what time I get home, and even if he knew, not like he would care any," Rachel says, venting a little as she is fed up with her daily life. Going back to her husband is just always so draining.

Jim smiled but looked away as she asked him about his business. She picked things up rather fast, and he could sense that she held some sort of familiarity with this different world that Jim inhabited. He did not know her, but already she'd left an impression on him. More than that, as she spoke of her husband, Jim shook his head a bit, unable to believe that her man would be so indifferent and so uncaring. Part of it made sense; after all, if she had to travel alone at night, coming back from a night shift, the man wasn't doing enough to take care of her. He put his hand on her back.

"Hey, I was glad to be here when you were in trouble, and I'm glad to take a little care of you, so don't apologize," he added with a smile.

It wasn't long before the car arrived in front of a tall residential tower. The car stopped out front, and as Jim got out, he held out his hand for her.

"I just realized I never got your name. I'm Jim," he smiled as his hand served as a way to introduce himself but also to help her out of the car.

Rachel looked up through her eyebrows, wearing an innocent look on her aging face. She lifted her hand out and turned in her seat, her long slender legs covered in tights stretched out, and her feet landed on the ground. Standing up and out of the car, she introduced herself.

"I'm Rachel. It's nice to meet you, Jim The Superhero," she said with a smile. She walked to the front half of the car and tapped lightly on the window, smiling warmly as it unrolled.

"Thank you for your part in making sure I was safe too, Nigel. I appreciate it," Rachel said in a thankful tone. "Are you going to continue being mysterious about your work, Mr. Hero? Let me guess, you have your own bat cave at the top of the building?" Rachel said, turning to Jim again and walking back over to him so he could escort her into the building.

As they walked forward, they entered the building through two large glass doors in the middle of the wide front of the building. They met Dr. Nielsen in the lobby where he had a quick look at her arm.

"Once we head upstairs, I will patch you up properly. For now, hold these bandages to soak up some blood," the doctor instructed as all three walked over to the large gold elevator doors.

Jim let out a small laugh at her calling him the superhero. She took his hand and got out of the car, but then moved away from Jim. He wondered for a moment where she was going, maybe thinking not to take advantage of his hospitality. He raised an eyebrow as she was seen tapping on the window. Nigel's smiling face appeared, bowing his head as she thanked him. This made quite the impression on Jim. It was a little peek into her character and how despite everything, even the hardship of her situation, she didn't forget the people around her and to be gracious.

As she came back to him, teasing him about his bat cave, Jim shook his head. "Let's get you fixed up first, and then I'll let you know all about my bat cave," he said, taking the liberty of wrapping his arm around her back, holding her close as they entered the lobby. The doctor did not seem too concerned, and that eased Jim's worry.

The elevator went all the way to the penthouse where Jim used a special code to allow the elevator doors to open straight into his penthouse apartment. As the doctor went to take a seat on the couch, Jim walked over to the lights. They were typically set to be rather dim; he liked it as a way to relax after a long day.

"You need more light, doctor?" "Yes, please," he asked, getting out his toolkit as Rachel sat next to him. Jim, meanwhile, headed to the kitchen, taking out a bottle of wine and bringing it over with three glasses. He set the bottle down, drilling the wine opener into the cork as he smiled while looking at her.

"What? You can have a bit of wine, can't you? It's the bat cave's finest vintage," he added with a small laugh.

"It's really late, I probably shouldn't," Rachel says in protest to the wine. Then, taking a deep breath, she reflects on the day she's had and changes her mind. "On second thought, if it's the bat cave's finest, I'd hate to waste it," she says, flashing Jim a smile.

After some small talk and the doctor cleaning up her arm in a small basin with a washcloth, he reveals only a slim cut on her forearm from when she fell on some broken glass in the alley.

"Keep it covered for a day or two, and then keep it clean, and you should be all healed in a week. I'll send you my invoice in the morning, Jim," the doctor says, standing up and nodding his head before leaving through the large elevator doors again.

"This is giving me bachelor vibes rather than superhero hideout vibes," Rachel says, referring to the large penthouse she was currently sitting in. "I need to stop mentioning heroes. If only my son would ever stop talking about them," Rachel thinks to herself, another thought quickly flying into her brain. Should she keep the fact that she has a son quiet to Jim? She isn't hiding anything; she just doesn't want him to think she's too old.

Jim liked that she had her sense of humor intact despite what had transpired. As the doctor helped her clean and cover her wound, Jim took off his jacket, letting out a sigh as he sat onto one of the couches, a heavy sigh filling the living room. All of the stresses and tension of the day weighed on his shoulders, yet he wasn't 'tired' per se. In fact, her presence had quite an invigorating effect.

"Thank you, Doctor. Have a safe trip," Jim said with a smile. He had now poured her a glass and patted the empty spot on the couch next to him as a way to tell her to come take a seat, holding up her glass of wine.

At her deduction, he raised an eyebrow. "The two aren't mutually exclusive, you know?" tilting his head a bit as she confessed about her son. "You have a son?" he wondered out loud, offering her the glass of wine. Turning his body to face hers as she took a seat, if it wasn't obvious, he had her wound looked after. It was only logical that she left now, but he didn't want her to. He paused for a moment, unsure whether to say it, but in the end decided to just say it.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I get the impression there's more to you than meets the eye. You're not the stereotypical beaten down by life married woman... there's something about you," Jim couldn't quite place it, but she'd sparked curiosity within him. "At any rate, I'm glad to have met you, despite the circumstances," he said, clinking her glass.

Rachel sat on the couch close with Jim, sharing the wine together. She smiled inwardly as she enjoyed how easily they could converse, and she had a large smile on her face when she heard him say he was glad to meet her.

"Yes, I have a son. I have two actually. My first born, Dylan, is 29. I had him fairly young after a few years of marriage. I was 18 when I had him, and I thought my family would be complete. But after another few years, I fell pregnant unexpectedly with my husband again. So my youngest is Declan; he's 19. I was around 27 when I gave birth to him," Rachel explained, blushing as she realized she had just given this stranger everything he needed to work out she was old enough to be his own mother. She still didn't know his age, but she was smart enough to know he was between 25 and 30.

"I'm glad we met too. I hate to think what would happen if you hadn't punched your way into my life, literally," Rachel said, laughing at her traumatic situation, obviously coping with it well now that she was safe. "What makes me so different from all the other married women you know? Maybe I'm just happy you saved me from a traumatic situation," Rachel said, trying to stay mysterious as she wanted to have this gorgeous younger man wanting her attention.

Jim lifted the glass of wine up to his lips, taking a sip as she let him know about her two sons. As she was saying the age of the younger son and her own age when she had Jim, the rim of the glass touched his lips but did not tip over as the young man looked up, doing the math in his head to figure out that indeed the mysterious, enchanting woman in front of him was old enough to be considered his mom. He, on the other hand, wasn't even older than her eldest son.

The glass finally tipped over, the crimson liquid coating his tongue as Jim took a sip. The glass of wine lowered a bit, and he smiled as she reciprocated the feeling. Though something she said caught his attention, causing that smile to falter, but she quickly went off to ask him about other married women he knew.

Choosing to ignore her questions for now, Jim tilted his head to the side a bit as he recalled her words. "Punched my way into your life?" he lowered his face a bit, his eyes locked with hers. The tone of his voice chastising her presumptiveness a tiny bit, yet he didn't say it aloud, letting her own words hang in the air for a bit before he took a final sip of the wine. He set the glass down onto the coffee table and sprung to his feet.

"Come on, let's get your clothes off," he said nonchalantly, turning to offer her his hand. That's when Jim looked to her skirt and blazer, stained with dirt and bits of mud from the street.

"I'm sure you'll feel much better after a shower too, and I might have some clean clothes for you afterwards," he explained, wondering if her mind went to a different place from his earlier suggestion.

After Rachel finished talking, it was her turn to sip the wine as she listened to Jim's words intently. It was definite in her mind; she had a crush on this young man.

"You don't remember? You made easy work of those thugs in that alley," Rachel reminded him, sipping her wine as they continued to converse.

As Jim instructed her to take her clothes off, she stared up at him, looking deep into his eyes as she took a breath, imagining what would happen if she did strip. Did this young man really find me attractive enough to want to see me naked? Where is this going to end? He's basically got his crotch at mouth level; is he expecting a blowjob as thanks for his help? All these thoughts flew through her mind in seconds before she remembered the age gap and the fact she is married. She almost reminded Jim that she is a married woman, but he continued talking.

After taking a bigger gulp of the wine, almost finishing her glass, she stared back up at Jim standing above her. "You know, the batcave has some really nice wine," she said, smiling at him. "You don't have to do any of that; you have done more than enough for me tonight that I'm already forever grateful. You may have saved my life tonight," Rachel continued, not wanting to take advantage of Jim's generosity.

Jim noticed her freeze at his earlier suggestion, her eyes glazed over, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind in that moment. The light-hearted humor they had enjoyed so far seemed to vacate the premises for those brief moments as the vibe got quite serious. However, she went on to compliment the wine of the batcave, causing a small smile to form on the young man's lips.

"One of its many perks," he replied, as she refused to take advantage of his generosity. Jim wasn't going to take no for an answer. He leaned down, taking her hand in his and helping her onto her feet.

"We'll see just how many batcave perks you'll discover before you go," he said with a gentle smile, holding onto her hand as he led her from the sitting room, down a short hallway into the bedroom of the penthouse.

He let go of her hand briefly, producing a white bathrobe and laying it onto the bed. "You can put your clothes in the corner. I'll have dry cleaning take care of them," he said. Fully aware of the tension existing between them and the intimate setting they were in, Jim seemed unfazed by it. Temptation existed within him for sure, but he was being respectful through and through.

Disappearing behind the doors of the ensuite bathroom, she could hear the water being turned on. He came out a bit later. "I put a bath for you. It'll help you relax after everything."

As Jim left to run the bath, Rachel stripped naked, taking off her ruined clothes. The only thing that wasn't ruined was her underwear, a lacy set of matching purple bra and thong. No matter the occasion, Rachel would always wear matching sets, not to be sexy or anything, it was just a habit she picked up from when she was younger, to feel sexy. After she peeled off her underwear, Rachel stood for a few seconds, realizing this was the first time in her life she was naked in another man's house that wasn't her husband's. She pushed the thought of her husband out of her head with a sigh and put the robe around her, quickly realizing it left little to the imagination. She smiled at herself in the mirror on one of the walls. She couldn't help but notice the robe was a little smaller than her one at home, only coming down to her mid-thigh. She also noticed it was for someone smaller-chested than her, as she had a lot of her cleavage out, but she couldn't help the size of the robe.

As Jim walked back into the room, the first thing he noticed was how the robe hugged Rachel's body, emphasizing her flat tummy and wide hips. He also noticed the amount of cleavage that was on show, which was accompanied by a pair of stiff nipples poking at the thin robe.

"You really know how to look after a woman," Rachel said, smiling, looking forward to a relaxing bath.

As Jim fixed her bath, he had undone the buttons of his sleeves, rolling them up to the middle of his forearms. The tailored cotton shirt hugged his torso in a way that was comfortable and at the same time showed off his sculpted torso. The fabric seemed to swell and curve to accommodate the young man's musculature.

"Alright, you're set for n-" he began as he was coming out of the bathroom, but the words stuck in his throat when he looked up at her. In that moment, he froze entirely, the only 'alive' part of him were his eyes, taking her entire body in. Her lovely elegant legs were now fully on display right up to her thighs, and then her wide hips, and more importantly, the hefty amount of cleavage that poked through the slit of her bathrobe.

She was a 'blessed' woman, but only now did Jim get an accurate view of just how large her bosom was, seeing the generous outline of her breasts against the bathrobe and two little nubs poking through the fluffy white robe. A pained look overtook his features as he shook his head a bit. Every cell in his body wanted one thing and one thing only, but...

In that moment, the ring on her finger seemed to reflect the light in his eyes, a timely reminder that she was married, and the bandage on her forearm reminded him of the trauma she went through. Still, he couldn't fully resist. In answer to her question, Jim reached for the collar of the bathrobe, using that to pull her closer to him. The bathrobe lifted a bit as he pulled her, showing more of her bosom, her body clashed against his as he looked down at her. It was clear the bathrobe was ill-suited to her.

"The 'batcave' has never had a woman like you in it," he confessed. "I didn't realize it until now that I've been missing out." He pushed her away just as quickly, not letting his temptation get the best of him. "Enjoy your bath."

As Jim effortlessly maneuvered her and moved her with ease, Rachel felt a whirlwind of emotions. It was nothing like the fear and helplessness she experienced when she was being manhandled by the thugs. With Jim, she already felt safe, so the dominant emotion she could focus on was the stirring sensation of arousal starting to build within her. She stole one last glance at him before walking past him to the bathroom. Before entering, she paused in the doorway and removed her wedding ring, placing it carefully on the large table near the bathroom door.

Deliberately leaving the bathroom door wide open, Rachel stepped into the large tiled room. She halted in front of the bath and dropped her robe just out of sight of the doorway. Taking a deep breath, she dipped her hand into the water. "You've got the temperature just right!" she shouted through to the bedroom before stepping into the bath, which was already filled with a fair amount of bubbles.

Jim turned his back toward the bathroom door, but he sensed her stopping in the doorway. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her remove her wedding ring, a move that only heightened the conflict and tension within him. He forced himself to look away, focusing on the pile of clothes, noting the purple underwear on top. For a moment, he considered leaning down to get a whiff, but he decided against it for now, reaching down to gather the pile and hand it over to the dry cleaning staff.

It was a while later when Jim returned to the bedroom, noticing the door to the bathroom wide open. The bathtub was just out of view of the doorway, but he could hear her movements in the water just to the side.

He walked over to the doorway, not stepping in, looking down for a moment, before he took in a breath and walked inside. She had her back turned to him, her head and her shoulders poked out from layer of bubbles. Jim kneeled down behind her, his hand gently caressing her shoulder.

"With your hand hurt, I thought you might need some help," he said, leaning in so close his lips were inches from her earlobe, giving the back of her neck a tiny peck.

Rachel smiles as she hears Jim's movements at the doorway, her smile becoming wider as she hears him getting closer before eventually he speaks close into her ear.

"Oh Jim, you have been the perfect host. I don't ever know how I can repay you," Rachel says, lifting herself higher in the bath.

She now sat up instead of laying down, her large D cup breasts now out of the water and fully exposed.

Rachel lifts her arm and places her hand on the back of Jim's head and turns to whisper in his ear.

"If you can think of anyway for me to repay you, please let me know," She says, before turning herself in the bath, gripping the edge and using her knees to support her, almost in a doggy style.

As she turned in the bath Jim stood up and Rachel maintained eye contact.

"I do mean anything," She says as she breaks eye contact to stare at the bulge in his pants, before looking back up into his eyes.


Being behind her, Jim couldn't get the best view from the front, but he could hear the water's movement as her bosom came up from underneath the bubbles. He even lifted his face over her shoulder a bit, looking down to see what to him almost looked like two lovely round mountains poking out of the water. As she turns he gets an even better view, though the foam bubbles cover her nipples somewhat, as an impromptu bra. Her whispers send shivers down his spine and before he can say anything she's leaned forward, kneeling down as Jim straightens his body.

He remains silent, his hands reach down to undo his belt. The look in his eyes is overcome with lust and desire and the self-control he displayed up to know is falling apart. In no time, the young man's body is fully exposed, his cock springs out as his boxers fall onto the tiled floor.

He gets into the bath, one hand strokes his cock, the other spread her cheeks, the tip finding her lips as he thrusts his hips forward. Something about this feels wrong, he just saved her, only to take advantage of her himself...even if it was different, she was married, but he felt heaven when he slipped inside her.

Rachel let's put a long moan as Jim pushes inside of her.

"Oh Jim!" She says, almost startled as she feels his dick push into her pussy.

Immediately she becomes hornier, feeling his dick deeper than anyone has ever went. She had gotten too used to her husbands dick and didn't think there was too much difference out there, but Jim could easily be double her husbands size. Even if her husband wasn't very well blessed in his crotch area, she was still extra surprised at being broken In by Jim's big dick since it had been a while she last had sex, the last time would've been around 3 years ago on her birthday.

"Ugh Jim...that's so fucking deep," Rachel's moans out, her words quickly filling the room along side the sound of her and Jim's thighs bashing together, skin on skin making a clapping noise, the water adding to it as it's getting splashed around more and more with each thrust of Jim's hips.

After a few minutes of Rachel adjusting to the new man inside her, she begins pushing her ass backwards, meeting Jim's thrusts halfway with her own.

Jim is well aware of the blessing and the curse that hangs between his legs. The size and especially the girth of his manhood does not allow him to just slip in right away. Many of his partners need quite some time to get used to his size, taking regular breaks or asking him to go super slow.

Even with her, Jim takes it slow and he can feel her pussy gripping at his cock so tightly that he feels almost like he's in heaven. Each thrust she fights him and his size, but slowly and surely she gets used to it and her ass seeks his hips as she pushes her butt back to meet his thrusts halfway.

He almost cannot believe that her body accepts this intruder so readily, further proof that there is something special about this woman. His thrusts grow faster.

"Grab the edge!" he grunts at her, almost breathlessly, taking her free hand and gripping her forearm as he starts to thrust more vigorously.

"Ohh fuck...you're so fucking tight...your pussy feels ohhhghh fuck...so good!" he lets out amidst the sloshing water, the clapping sounds echoing through the penthouse. His free hand reaches around to grab a handful of her tit, feeling the delicious weight of it fill his palm.

As Rachel grips the edge with one hand, she enjoys how rough and dominant him is by grabbing her other hand and pinning it to her back. She moans as his thrusts get faster, banging her into the edge of the bath almost. In truth Rachel never thought it would end like this, when she took her wedding ring off she was flirting, of course she wanted it to end like this but she never would have believed someone younger than her eldest son would want to fuck her, but holy shit she was loving every second.

As Jim gets rougher on her she stops pushing back and accepts that she's going to take his dick as hard and as deep as Jim decides. As he continues thrusting faster into her wet pussy, she bites down on her fingers that are gripping the edge of the bath and yelling.

After she is finished screaming she says, "Fuuuuck Jim! You're wrecking my pussy."

Another few fast thrusts later and Rachel's leg begins to shake, the arch she was maintaining disappears for a second before she arches even more and announces

"I'm comiiiing," A long drawn out orgasm crashed through the woman's body, the first orgasm for years and definitely the strongest of her life.

As Jim fucks her through it she finally recovers and says, "Oh my goodness, you know how to use that thing."

Never would have Jim imagined that that trip through that rough neighborhood would lead to this crazy chain of events. The poor woman knocked on the ground by those thugs, he'd never imagined she'd in his bathtubs just hours later, his pale thick shaft being eaten up by her pussy lips.

As he felt her hips shaking, he let go of her forearm, his thrusts continuing as they were, but he wanted her to have the second hand for support, not to sink underneath the water completely, his hands meanwhile spanked her big butt, squeezing it, caressing it, discovering a deep affection for the body of a woman almost twice his age who was now coming as his cock was plunged deep inside her.


He reaches for her wet hair, balling it up into his first as he yanks her head back.

"You're not done 'repaying' me yet..." he grunts behind her ear, letting his body slip down, his cock lodged inside her still, but Jim's now sitting on the tub as she hovers over his lap.

"I want you to slide all the way do- oh god...fuck..." he lets out as her hips bottom out, his own hips grind against hers, feeling his cock engulfed in her warm arousal was akin to bliss.

He's close himself as he puts her hands on either side of the tub for support, he lets her hover there as his hip plunge into her from below, so quick the water is violently sloshing back and forth, until he buries himself inside her, a twitch and then ropes of cum shoot from the tip of his cock inside the mature woman.

His eyes closed, orgasm tearing his body apart as he collapses back, his heavy breathing echoing through the tiles of the bathroom.

Rachel's pussy spasms around Jim's huge dick as he man handles her and moves her into a new position with ease. Finally having some control she starts to ride Jim as she bounces up and down on his full length, gripping onto the side of the bath tub and almost forcing herself down on his huge pole.

"You like that baby? You like watching your huge cock disappear into my soaking wet pussy?" Rachel asks, not expecting an answer as Jim starts moaning, she can feel his cock spasm as she moans herself.

"That's it big boy, cum for me, give me all your cum. Paint my insides white, let me milk you dry you amazing man." Rachel says, feeling embarrassed at some things that are coming out her mouth, she uses one hand to reach down between Jim's strong thighs and starts to play with his balls, adding another sensation to his orgasm.

After Jim finally finishes shooting inside of Rachel, she moans and repositions her legs, sliding them under Jim's legs and slowly leaning forward, putting on a show as Jim watches his long thick dick slide out of Rachel's wonderful pussy.

Rachel moans as his dick evacuates her pussy, Rachel didn't expect to feel so empty after the hard fucking she just took.

As she leans forward into doggy style she looks over her shoulder and asks, "Enjoying the view?" As Jim watches some of his cum drip out of Rachel's pussy.

Jim rested back on the warm porcelain of the tub, his eyes closed as the aftershocks of the orgasm leave quite the enjoyable ripples all throughout his body. That's not all, he feels his cock, which up to now was sheathed in the most unbelieveable warm, wet pocket, suddenly exposed to the air. His eyes open as she leans forward, her incredible used hole starting to leak his cum down her thigh. At her question, he smiles, smacking her butt away.

"You're quite the tease, you know that?" he says shaking his head, as he starts to get up.

Part of him wants to keep an element of themselves hidden. He did not let her see his cock properly, only feel it inside her and he only felt her tits, rather than see them in their glorious beauty.

"No, no, look ahead," he tells her as he gets out of the tub, wanting to leave this part of themselves a mystery still.

He reaches for a towel, wrapping it around his waist and that's when he sees a red coating on the tub, noting that her bandages on the her arm have slipped and blood has dripped down, likely from all the action.

"Why don't you finish up and come out? I'll redo your bandages this time around. The Doctor didn't tie them securely enough," Jim added before he stepped outside of the bathroom. He looked for a fresh pair of boxers, letting out a sigh as he couldn't believe himself that just happened.

Rachel was a bit disappointed Jim didn't want to show off to her, she was dying to see what his dick looked like after she had just spent the last 20 minutes getting her insides resized. She takes the bandages off and discards them on the floor before turning around and laying in the bath, noticing it's less than half full. She giggles to herself realising that the antics had flung all the water out the bath. She cleans herself up, spending extra time between her legs and draining the bath and wrapping a towel round her body and then hair.


As she walks out the bathroom she sees her wedding ring. Waves of guilt wash over her as she realises that she has broken her vows. Worst yet, she just let someone younger than her son come inside her and she hasn't even known him for longer than 4 hours! She put the wedding ring back on and made her way to the large bedroom where Jim was.

"I need to go soon. My husband will be worried about me," she added, looking to find her clothes hurriedly.