In the end, Jason took the top rank after spending all of the money he deposited into the account, and Angela immediately canceled the live and texted him before he could even text her. She succumbed to him like an internet harlot, demonstrating the power of money.
Jason, of course, agreed to meet up with her and promised additional money if she does whatever he wants when they meet, and she also agreed to it without any conditions.
However, when it came to deciding where to meet, Jason said he'd let her know later.
He dropped his phone on the desk behind his bed and returned to his bed, peering at the celling. When slumber did not visit him, Jason grew dreadfully bored and felt compelled to do something.
Nonetheless, he intended to indulge in self-pleasure. Jason's gaze shifted down to his cock.
"It's been a while since we did the usual, right?" he mumbled to himself, laying a hand on his cock, bringing it out and stroking it till it became erect.
Veins bulged beneath the strong pressure of Jason's fingers as his hand went regularly along his stiff cock, the shaft sticky with pre-cum from his previous strokes.
His hips twitched with need as he tightened his grip at the base and pulled upward in long, purposeful movements.
With each upstroke, he twisted his wrist to smear the seeping fluid down the length for smoother glides, causing the head to gleam. As he fucked into his fist, his breaths turned to sharp pants as his tempo increased gradually.
Using his other hand to reach lower, he rolled his tense balls between his fingers and gently tugged to exacerbate the pain that was growing deep inside.
As he stroked more quickly, he let out deep, primal groans as the friction sent shivers up his spine.
With each pump, his cock throbbed more intensely in his hand, the tip flashing as the pressure increased intolerably. His hand was suddenly moving frantically as he bucked upward, chasing release. Jason finally exploded with a deep, shuddering growl, causing thick streaks of hot semen to shoot from his cock, arcing onto his stomach and dribbling over his knuckles. His softening length twitched in his cum-smeared palm, and he continued to stroke through the waves, squeezing out every drop.
Now as he was finished, Jason was tired, so he showered before bed.
***
Jason stirred in his bed around three in the morning. Feeling thirsty, he decided to head downstairs for a glass of water. He slipped out of bed quietly and walked down the stairs in his boxers. The house was silent as he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a bottle. He twisted off the cap and took a long drink, but it did not fully quench his thirst. He set the bottle on the counter and reached for a glass from the cabinet to pour more.
"Uh? What is she doing here?" Jason murmured to himself as his eyes caught sight of someone.
It was Catherine. She stood by the sink with her back to him, wearing blue tight bum shorts that gripped her curves firmly. The cloth stretched over her large ass, accentuating every round feature as she leaned forward slightly to fill her own glass from the faucet. Her crop top rode up slightly, exposing the lower half of her back, and it strained against her large boobs from the front, the material thin enough to reveal their entire weight and bounce as she moved.
Holding the glass in his hand, Jason hesitated, staring at her figure. As soon as he saw her ass filling out those shorts so tightly and her boobs straining forward in the top, his dick hardened and pressed against the front of his underwear. The erection became firmer as he recalled their previous sexual encounters and the sensation of her body on his dick and beneath his hands.
He set the glass down and moved closer to the sink area. Catherine turned her head as she heard his footsteps, her glass halfway to her lips. She dropped it and gave him a little smile.
"Hey, couldn't sleep either?"
Jason nodded, briefly looking at her chest before returning his sight to hers.
"Yeah, just thirsty. You, too?"
She took a sip and placed the glass on the counter.
"Something like that. It's hot tonight, even with the fan turned on."
She moved her weight from one foot to the other, settling her boobs into the crop top and pressing her ass against the counter edge. Jason noticed how the shorts rode up slightly on her thighs, emphasizing the curvature of her hips.
He got closer, standing only a foot away now. His dick remained firm, tenting his boxers substantially. To be reminded, she had set the rules after their last sex. As long as he kept things private and did not sleep with anyone else, she would let him touch her anytime he wanted and toy with her body as much as he desired. No complete sex with others, and in exchange, she would meet his demands through touching and more sex. His pulse quickened as he stood there, thinking about that promise.
Catherine caught sight of the bulge in his underpants and raised an eyebrow.
"It appears you're in the mood for something stronger than water tonight."
Jason took a deep breath, then moved closer to her, his hand extended to rest on her hip. Her skin's warmth was perceptible through the thin fabric of her shorts.
"You're aware of the regulations. I haven't had a relationship with anyone else. It hasn't even crossed my mind." Jason spoke a falsehood without batting an eyelid.
She didn't pull back. She moved her glass further away on the sink and turned to face him directly. Her large breasts touched his chest through the thin material of her top.
"You've been doing a good job about it. I'm grateful for that."
Her tone remained steady.
This was the first occasion on which she spoke to him so openly and freely. It started as soon as they first collided.
His fingers slowly moved downwards until they reached the hem of her bum shorts, sensing the firm material against her skin. He gently squeezed her buttocks, feeling its firmness and size in his palm. The cheek filled his hand completely, even though it was soft and firm.
"As we previously discussed? Like we talked about?"
Catherine nodded, speaking softly.
"Go ahead."
She glanced towards the stairs before looking back at him.
Jason's other hand came up to cover one of her breasts over the crop top. It slipped beyond his grasp, being both soft and heavy as he kneaded it at a slow pace. As he grasped it, he became aware of the weight transfer in his palm, the way it conformed to his skin. She released a gentle sigh and slightly leaned into his hand. His erection had intensified, now resting firmly against her leg as they drew closer together. He could sense the warmth emanating from her body through the shorts.
He leaned forward and gently kissed her neck, pushing his lips on the skin just below her ear. While his hands worked, one remained on her ass, slipping under the shorts' hem and touching her bare skin. His fingers traced the curvature where it met her thigh before moving inward slightly, grazing the edge of her inner thigh. The other hand tugged up her crop top, revealing her boob to the kitchen light. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which stiffened under his touch. It was already responding, peaking when he pinched it lightly.
Catherine leaned down and gently squeezed his dick through his boxers. Her fingers wrapped around the outline, feeling its length and stiffness.
"Your cock is already really hard. Just by seeing me down here in these clothes?" Catherine inquired, slightly surprised.
"Yeah," Jason said softly against her skin, his lips sliding to her collarbone.
"Those shorts accentuate your ass superbly. It's right there, round and tight. And your breasts in that top... I couldn't help it. It happens every time I see you like this."
Catherine blinked.
"Huh? Really?"
However, Jason did not respond. He gave her ass another squeeze, bringing her hip closer so that his erection scraped against her hand. She massaged him over the fabric, then pulled the waistband down to liberate his erection. It sprang out, completely upright.
"I'm still baffled at how big your cock is..."
Catherine put her fingers around it and pumped slowly, keeping a solid hold but not too tight.
"Remember not to fuck anyone else. This is only for you if you stick to it. I mean it, Jason. I do not want to share."
'Oh? Sorry.'
"I promise," he said roughly due to the sensation.
He drew her closer by her ass, pressing his dick against her hand. His mouth found her exposed boob and sucked on the nipple he had discovered. He took it completely into his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he sucked gently. She arched her back slightly and pressed more into his face, her hand never pausing its pace on him.
They stood there for a minute, his hands probing her body while she jerked him off gradually. Jason moved on to the other boob, pulling the crop top to reveal both. They were large and plump, with pink nipples that caught his attention. He licked one, then the other, alternately tasting her flesh. His free hand remained on her ass, massaging the skin, his fingers occasionally sinking under the shorts to feel more of her. He moved the fabric slightly to one side, revealing a portion of her cheek, and ran his palm over the bare skin.
Catherine's free hand moved to his hair, holding his head against her chest.
"It feels fantastic. Keep going like this."
She changed her stance, spreading her legs wider, allowing his fingers from the ass hand to graze further up her thigh. She did not stop him, but she maintained a continuous stroke on his dick, rotating her wrist slightly at the peak of each pump. Jason groaned quietly into her bosom, making her nipple twitch. He drew back for a while to stare up at her.
"You have the best boobs. So large and velvety. I could do this all night."
He went back in, sucking harder on one and pinching the other with his fingers. His hand on her ass moved deeper, gently cupping and spreading the entire cheek.
She chuckled quietly, her hand speeding up slightly.
"I know you like them..."
On the next stroke, her thumb rubbed over the head of his dick, spreading the sperm and smoothing out the motion. He nodded against her skin. His fingers on her thigh moved closer to her core, reaching the edge of her pussy via the shorts' inseam.
He gently touched there, feeling the heat, but did not push within. Instead, he returned his attention to her ass, gripping both cheeks and pushing her body in close to his.
Catherine sighed softly, and titled her back in pleasure.
"Right there. Keep rubbing like that."
She pounded him harder, gliding her hand effortlessly now. Jason drove into her fist, his hips moving in sync with her strokes. He alternated kissing and sucking her boobs, leaving them glossy from his mouth. After a minute, he felt the build-up intensify.
"I'm close already. Your hand feels too good."
"Then cum," she said softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "But clean it up after."
She tightened her grasp slightly and focused on the head with faster twists. It pushed him over. He buried his face in her boobs as he approached, shooting ropes onto her hand and the floor in front of the sink.
Catherine continued pumping until he was finished, milking every drop, and then slowly let go. She took a paper towel from the roll on the counter and wiped her hand clean before handing him one for the mess on the floor.
Jason took it and knelt momentarily to wipe away the marks, his dick softening as he tucked it back into his underwear.
He got up and helped her straighten her clothes. He pulled the crop top down over her boobs, hiding them again, but her nipples still poked through the cloth. He then smoothed her bum shorts back into place and patted her ass one last time.
"Thanks. That was just what I needed. Better than plain water."
She grinned and took one last sip from her glass.
"Anytime, as long as you uphold your end of the bargain. I trust you so far, but if I find out about anyone else, it's over."
She placed the glass in the sink and immediately rinsed it.
"I understand it. Nobody else. You're all I want anyway." Jason lied again, smirking.
He grabbed his water bottle from the counter and drank again, feeling more satisfied.
Catherine nodded and crossed her arms under her boobs, lifting them slightly.
"Good. Now, get back to bed before we wake anyone. I'll go up in a bit."
He nodded and stepped back.
"Night, Cathe. See you in the morning."
"Night, Jason."
She watched him go back upstairs before finishing washing her glass and drying her hands with a towel. A few minutes later, she turned out the kitchen light and followed him up the stairs, returning to her room softly.