Jason does Candy

Tim and CandyWalter had been disappointed to see Jason snatch the cash as he walked the blonde to his room. His arm had slid under her shoulder and comfortably - to him - cupped Candy's breast. Almost frog-marched to his room CandyWalter felt powerless to resist because no stratagem that would allow an elegant escape presented itself.

Jason's room was surprisingly clean for a student, there was a leather couch of the American style that wrapped round a corner. A lower table and a corner where he studied. On the far side was a large king size bed, cleanly made up with what appeared to be fresh sheets. Caught up in the moment CandyWalter oriented herself to the bed but Jason quickly brought her to heel.

"No whores come into my bed, that is for my girlfriends. Prostitutes like you get fucked on the couch - its black so it doesnt show but it has seen a lot of action." With that he turned around and plonked himself on the sofa doing a classic man-spread.

"Now don't be bashful - you are a pro you know what to do. I paid for pussy and intend to get my money's worth." there was a slight edge to Jason's voice as if this was a test. The cash - that CandyWalter already rightfully felt to be his/hers was tossed onto the side table just out of reach.

WalterCandy knelt on the floor of the apartment - as clean as the rest of it but still quite hard - she hoped she would not need to be there for long. Jason waited as Candy's hand moved to undo the button of his jeans. A helpful nod and she proceeded to remove his boots, trousers and underwear. Jason's cock sprang out - only half hard but impressively large and of substantial girth. WalterCandy swallowed visibly and her eyes flew wide.

"Yeah I get that a lot. Now get to work whore. Here, use my condoms as the usual ones that whores have are too small for my gear."

Tossing a packet of Trojan Magnum XL - the red and black package landed squarely in her hand. There was no backing out now.