Colby Jack
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 11
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Jack Colby is eating breakfast in a Miami hotel restaurant when a dispute between an elegant woman and a boor disturbs him. She's done with their commercial arrangement, he doesn't want to hear it, and before he can get violent, Jack intervenes and chases him off. Impulsively, Jack offers Renée a new deal which becomes a GFE, three letters new to him. He's skillful in bed, but lonely, surprising her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Prostitution
Leila strode off toward the stairs with what looked like an extra wiggle. The four of us watched closely.
“Although I’m confident in you,” LE said, “after all that build-up you’re going to need to show Leila your best skills.”
“No pressure! LE, I’m doubting myself. It’s all happening a lot faster than I expected. You didn’t see how angry she was.”
LC shook her head. “Sometimes, Carter, I forget how inexperienced you are. Let me ask you two simple questions. Are you ready?”
“Sure.”
“First question, if Leila didn’t care, if she was indifferent, would she be so angry?”
“I suppose not.”
“Of course not! She invited you to her home to be intimate after two or three dates. Right?”
“Yeah. And I rejected her.”
“For reasons that you’ve explained, Carter. And now she’s somewhere in your vast bedroom waiting for you, which means she’s no longer angry. My second question is why are you down here talking to us instead of making sweet, sweet love to your new honey? Are you waiting for Lorraine to burst in again?”
I eyed the kitchen door, but Lorraine must have finally gone home.
“No, you’re right. I’ll go upstairs now and try to make her happy. If she’s still here in the morning, you’ll know I performed adequately.”
“Maybe, or maybe she’s hot for my wife. Ow!”
LE smacked LC on the shoulder. I think sometimes she forgets how strong she is.
“Wife beater! Carter, get moving before Leila changes her mind. Ren, stay and protect me from this over-muscled monster.”
I got up and turned for the stairs myself, hearing LE remind LC, “You love my muscles, bitch.” But LE’s tone was affectionate, not angry.
At the entrance to my bedroom, I looked around. Had she changed her mind?
“Leila?”
“In the bathroom. Come in, the door’s open.”
“Sure.”
She was standing at the bathroom sink, wearing only a beige lace bra.
“I’m just tidying up my lady garden, it’s my policy before entertaining.”
With that explanation, I noticed a few water drops on her lower fur. She had a groomed triangle of curly black hair, which didn’t surprise me after the luxurious black mane on her head. I hoped to be running my fingertips through the area in a short time.
“Carter, go back out, get my dress off your bed and hang it up, then get your clothes off and hang up your suit. When you’re done with all that, come back in here and I’ll give you a little wipe down, too.”
“You will? Ooh. Right away.”
Perhaps Leila will like being washed in the shower after we’re done having sex. Hoo-boy!
I followed her instructions and returned; my erection entered the bathroom six inches before the rest of me. When she saw that I was ready, she licked her lips.
“I was going to quickly clean you and then do a little blowing to get you hard, but I see that the second part won’t be needed.”
“I’ve been erect since we passed the security gate on the way in. You might have noticed except I was sticking straight up and held by my waistband.”
“Well, don’t do that. I like being the object of visible lust. The banana hammock is in my purse.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Nope. But now is not the time for swimming. Follow me.”
She led me out with her hand enclosing my cock, using it as a handle.
“This is my chance to see if you are the oral expert as those girls described you.”
“Can I put my fingers inside?”
“You’d better. On my back with my knees wide apart?”
“Please.”
I felt like I was auditioning. Maybe I was. With all my coaching and experience, I did my best to seduce Leila. I drew my tongue up and down the length of her labia, in the little fissures between outer and inner lips, and around the edges of her vaginal opening.
Granted, my experience was limited with only a handful of partners, but her pussy seemed outwardly perfect to me. Her hair ended in a point; an arrow aimed down toward her clit. Leila’s lips and upper inner thighs were hairless, as was the area down around her little star. I avoided directly stimulating her clit, but I could tell it was waking up and wanting to greet me.
When I backed up to take a quick look, I realized she was different. Her clit was long enough to expose a visible shaft. This was new to me. My previous “conquests” had anatomy I thought was typical—a structure like a pearl or pea shrouded by a hood of pink skin.
Leila asked, “Is something wrong?” I must have been examining her too long.
“No, it’s beautiful.” I buried my face again. Something else I noticed was that she was making her own lubrication, and it was milky and slippery, like something coming from my dick. Well, if she was going to be welcoming, I should just react appropriately. I held my hand palm up and put two fingers inside and curled them up to play on her vagina’s front wall.
“Oh, yeah. That’s the spot,” she moaned.
I challenged myself to keep rubbing while agitating her clit. (A bit like patting your head while rubbing your tummy and walking, all at once.) At first, I pushed it around with my tongue, then I closed my lips around the shaft while continuing to work her clit with my tongue.
“Jack, I’m getting close.”
I excused her misnaming me because now it was time to lightly close my teeth over her clit. Leila thrashed and cried out, and suddenly my chin and neck were wet. I released her right away and waited out her pulsations.
She found her breath after a little while and apologized to me.
“Carter, I’m sorry I squirted on you. Well, not exactly sorry—you just sent me into orbit. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and I don’t usually wet the bed.”
“It’s fine, there’s plenty of room here to sleep where it’s still dry. You’re a happy customer?”
“Almost.”
“Oh?”
“I am going to fuck you so hard, your ears will be ringing. I’m not kidding; I’m sure you’re still hard and ready.”
“One thing you’ll learn about me is that I get off on your pleasure. There’s another thing. It’s a small fetish or kink.”
“Uh-oh.” She clearly didn’t like the sound of that.
“I will get tremendous pleasure out of washing your body in the shower and even washing your hair. That’s my kink.”
She let out a soft sigh. “That isn’t a kink, Carter. I think that’s an expression of love. You might feel differently when I’m older.”
“That’s crazy. I don’t understand.”
“Before I tell you, will you kiss me? I need some reassur...”
I put my heart into kissing her, and we did a little tongue fencing.