The months flew by. Jeanine was recognized as the second most important white bitch in the General’s home after Mindy.
Jeanine lived to fuck Black Men. She loved it so much. Sometimes she wondered if she loved it so much because she was trying to forget Anja. She missed the blonde, beautiful German girl terribly.
She and Linda were now a couple. Linda was wonderful, a considerate lover, and a fun partner. They moved into the same bedroom and did almost everything together. Most nights they made love to the same Black Men together. Linda loved the Purple Cum as much as Jeanine did, although no bitch loved the Purple cum as much as Katerina, the Polish bitch. Jeanine was worried about her. Katerina would cum the Purple Cum several times a day. Jeanine was pretty sure that couldn’t be healthy.
Jeanine knew that the new Ambassador would be arriving soon so she started to go into her office at the embassy one day a week. She hadn’t been in for months, the Ambassador, Mindy’s husband, had covered for her.
The Ambassador had also gotten her a nice two-bedroom apartment which she would stay in one day a week.
Mindy came to her one day and said the new Ambassador, Digby Whittaker, would be arriving the next day. Jeanine dressed in a nice business suit that was just a tiny bit too revealing and very high heels to meet him. She wanted to look extra sexy.
She met him coming off the plane. He was, in fact, tall and handsome, almost presidential. He was polite to her and she made sure to act very flirtatiously with him, especially in front of the Marines that were there.
He was given a temporary apartment near hers until he moved into the official residence. She escorted him to his temporary place and insisted on cooking him dinner on his first night in Nigeria. They ate a pleasant meal together and she said she wanted to escort him to the embassy the next morning.
They became good friends quickly. She would kiss his cheek hello and goodbye and would linger on his cheek when other people were watching. The current Ambassador’s secretary cautioned her that people at the embassy were whispering that the two of them had a crush on each other. Jeanine laughed and said, oh no, not at all, just friends. Inwardly, she was sickened. The thought of any white male as a sex partner made her nauseous.
A week later, she asked him for dinner at her place. He arrived with flowers, looking handsome in a suit. They ate together and chatted. Jeanine saw there was a security detail of two Marines outside her apartment building that would stay there until he left. She knew this was her best opportunity.
She waited until after dinner and then started her pitch, “Mindy told me about the difficulties that you had in your divorce. I want to help you as much as I can!” She looked sincere.
He thanked her and asked, “What did Mindy tell you?” Jeanine paused, “That your ex-wife made vile accusations that you were gay and had made love with other men.”
Digby shook his head and just grunted. Here was the moment, Jeanine thought. “Of course, I don’t care if any of that is true. Being gay is fine. Gay men are usually handsome and wonderful people.” She paused. “To be completely honest, I’ve spent a few nights in my life with women. It was very exciting” she smiled
He grunted again, “But it’s different with men. A gay woman? Not great, but a gay man is ten times worse. No, a thousand!.”
She took his hand, “Not to me, Digby. I want to help you. I want everyone here to think I’m your girlfriend… of course, if that’s ok with you!” she added.
He seemed confused, “To be honest, Jeanine I thought you did want to be my girlfriend. You act as if you like me."
She smiled, “I DO like you, but not that kind of like. I like you like a friend, not a lover. I’m sorry if that hurts you!”
He spoke quickly, “Not at all! I’m relieved honestly. You know…the pressures of the office and …” He smiled but it wasn’t a sincere smile.
“And….maybe your interests lie…..elsewhere?” She smiled broadly at him. She realized he had no idea he was being played.
"Well, ok, yes, maybe.” He came close to her and whispered, “Is that ok with you….if I…you know….didn’t like women in that way?”
Jeanine smiled, she had him, the stupid faggot. “Of course darling! But I want you to succeed here in Nigeria. No one has to know your…..preferences. What if we just, let’s call it "played" boyfriend and girlfriend? For instance, you spend the night here tonight. Those Marines downstairs will tell their buddies that we were romantic and everyone at the embassy thinks you got lucky. Meanwhile, honey, I have a spare bedroom.” She laughed and so did he. “You can spend the night comfortably and so can I. You can tell people at the embassy anything you want, just let me know and I’ll back you up. I’m pretty, aren’t I You could be proud to have a girlfriend like me, couldn’t you” She stood turned and turned around 360 degrees. She knew she was way more than pretty, she knew the effect she had on men.
The future American Ambassador to Nigerian, as gay a man as you could get, stared at her and said, “You? You’re super hot! My god, every man in the embassy wants to bed you. Everyone!”
She looked at him seriously, “Except you, right, Digby?"
She paused for effect, “Except you, right? This is important Digby. There can never be a question of sex between us. Never, I’m very serious. We….” she pointed at him and then at herself, “We… will NEVER have sex. Nothing. I mean NEVER. Nothing even remotely close to sex. That has to be understood. It is a boundary that can never even be discussed, much less crossed. Ok?”
He was taken aback at the strength he f her tone but he agreed quickly “No, Jeanine. I will never try to sleep with you, I can promise you that.”
She was satisfied with that and she told him to come to the window. The Marines sitting in their hero could see clearly into that window. She grabbed him and held his face and they pretended to kiss. Shen then took his shirt off and felt his body. “Take my blouse off” she whispered to him. He dutifully took her blouse off. If the Marines were watching, which Jeanine guessed they were, they would see the beginnings of a night full of sex. Jeanine closed the blinds to complete the scenario.
She released him and said in a very matter-of-fact tone, “My bedroom is the big one. Yours is the small one. I don’t want to see you naked. Ever. Go to bed and I’ll see you in the morning. We’ll go to the embassy together tomorrow and everyone will think you scored.”
She turned and went to her bedroom without saying anything more to him.
When naked in bed, she masturbated to the memory of Colonel Palmer ****** and abusing her and Anja. She wished the Colonel was there with her at that moment. He would **** her and beat her and spit in her and she would cum and cum and cum some more.
And he would hold her and ejaculate inside of her grasping honky bitch vagina.
She came hard imagining hot sperm cumming out of the Colonel’s Black Cock swimming in her snow-white body searching for her redheaded egg. In her fantasy, the sperm were all Black Males and her egg was a pretty version of her, with big breasts and a wet cunt. They were strong Black children in that sperm. Would one find her womb and plant a beautiful half-black child in her?
She fell asleep to that wonderful thought.
The next day, she and the soon-to-be Ambassador went to the embassy together. Jeanine did everything she could to cause rumors of romance without being too obvious.
Digby told her later that one of the Marines that waited all night outside of her apartment gave him a thumbs up and said “Nice going, Mr. Amabassador. That’s one very hot woman!” Digby said he smiled and tried to act cool. He thanked Jeanine over and over. Jeanine thought Digby was an asshole but he was her ticket to everything she wanted so she was mostly nice to him. Mostly.
Digby became the Ambassador three weeks later. Mindy left Nigeria and the General told Jeanine she was now his main white bitch. Jeanine made a few overnight trips to the General’s mansion where she shared his bed at night. It was heaven waking up to his handsome dark brown face, his wonderful muscles, and the assurance that he would add more cum into her womb. She made love with the General many times on each of those visits and it was always exciting. Her hands trembled when he kissed her. Her white legs would shudder when he entered her vagina. Her whole body would convulse when he would shoot his hot, precious sperm into her. It was heaven.
But she spent most of her time with Digby Whittaker, the boring, stupid, white faggot that just happened to be the new US Ambassador to Nigeria. Everyone thought there was a torrid romance between them. Digby spent at least two nights a week at her apartment. Little did anyone know that once the door closed behind them, Jeanine would go to her room and masturbate to the memories of all the Black Men that had cum inside of her holes. She would cum hard. She rigged her bed so that it would bang up against the wall so the neighbors, some of whom were embassy employees, would think that the Ambassador was fucking her.
Digby told her that a special friend of his, a nice blonde young man named Scott Parks would be joining the team and living at the Ambassador’s residence. Jeanine advised against it. People would figure out the nature of their special friendship pretty quickly especially given the history of Digby’s ex-wife claiming he was gay. Digby agreed but said he had to have Scott close to him. Jeanine smiled to herself. God, she thought, I hope this asshole is a better Ambassador than he is a negotiator. She had his balls in her hands. “Don’t worry, my darling Digby, I’ll find a solution.
Using her senior position at the embassy she got one of the embassy employees that lived in the apartment directly opposite her in her building to move. Since that apartment was now vacant, the Ambassador’s special friend could move in. Since Digby spent the night at her place several nights a week, it would very easy for Scott to simply cross the hallway and slip into the Ambasssdor’s bedroom where they would be free to touch each other's two-inch long white penises.
The best part of this scheme was that although her building had a lot of video security, it was exclusively at the building’s points of entry. There were no security cameras at her end of the hallway. The two white boy faggots could fuck and suck in the hallway and there would be no video. She laughed at the thought. Tiny dicked little white faggots! Give me a strong, hard-muscled Black Man any day!
When Scott arrived the apartment arrangement worked perfectly. The Ambassador spent almost every night at her place. Everyone thought he was fucking this hot redhead, but he was sucking a young blonde man named Scott while Jeanine masturbated in her bed to interracial porn. Once a week she would sneak away to the General’s mansion and make love all day and all night to sexy Black Men. She could do this for a while but not forever. She wanted to live as the General’s wife.
And four months into this arrangement, Digby, completely on his own approached Jeanine with a serious look and said he thought they should take their “relationship” to the next level. She wanted to spit in his face but she smiled and asked what he meant. He responded simply, “Marriage and maybe…..children.” She smiled although she wanted to throw up at the thought and said she thought that was a great idea. "But we have to do it the right way, dear", smiling at the stupid faggot that wanted to marry her.
Jeanine lived to fuck Black Men. She loved it so much. Sometimes she wondered if she loved it so much because she was trying to forget Anja. She missed the blonde, beautiful German girl terribly.
She and Linda were now a couple. Linda was wonderful, a considerate lover, and a fun partner. They moved into the same bedroom and did almost everything together. Most nights they made love to the same Black Men together. Linda loved the Purple Cum as much as Jeanine did, although no bitch loved the Purple cum as much as Katerina, the Polish bitch. Jeanine was worried about her. Katerina would cum the Purple Cum several times a day. Jeanine was pretty sure that couldn’t be healthy.
Jeanine knew that the new Ambassador would be arriving soon so she started to go into her office at the embassy one day a week. She hadn’t been in for months, the Ambassador, Mindy’s husband, had covered for her.
The Ambassador had also gotten her a nice two-bedroom apartment which she would stay in one day a week.
Mindy came to her one day and said the new Ambassador, Digby Whittaker, would be arriving the next day. Jeanine dressed in a nice business suit that was just a tiny bit too revealing and very high heels to meet him. She wanted to look extra sexy.
She met him coming off the plane. He was, in fact, tall and handsome, almost presidential. He was polite to her and she made sure to act very flirtatiously with him, especially in front of the Marines that were there.
He was given a temporary apartment near hers until he moved into the official residence. She escorted him to his temporary place and insisted on cooking him dinner on his first night in Nigeria. They ate a pleasant meal together and she said she wanted to escort him to the embassy the next morning.
They became good friends quickly. She would kiss his cheek hello and goodbye and would linger on his cheek when other people were watching. The current Ambassador’s secretary cautioned her that people at the embassy were whispering that the two of them had a crush on each other. Jeanine laughed and said, oh no, not at all, just friends. Inwardly, she was sickened. The thought of any white male as a sex partner made her nauseous.
A week later, she asked him for dinner at her place. He arrived with flowers, looking handsome in a suit. They ate together and chatted. Jeanine saw there was a security detail of two Marines outside her apartment building that would stay there until he left. She knew this was her best opportunity.
She waited until after dinner and then started her pitch, “Mindy told me about the difficulties that you had in your divorce. I want to help you as much as I can!” She looked sincere.
He thanked her and asked, “What did Mindy tell you?” Jeanine paused, “That your ex-wife made vile accusations that you were gay and had made love with other men.”
Digby shook his head and just grunted. Here was the moment, Jeanine thought. “Of course, I don’t care if any of that is true. Being gay is fine. Gay men are usually handsome and wonderful people.” She paused. “To be completely honest, I’ve spent a few nights in my life with women. It was very exciting” she smiled
He grunted again, “But it’s different with men. A gay woman? Not great, but a gay man is ten times worse. No, a thousand!.”
She took his hand, “Not to me, Digby. I want to help you. I want everyone here to think I’m your girlfriend… of course, if that’s ok with you!” she added.
He seemed confused, “To be honest, Jeanine I thought you did want to be my girlfriend. You act as if you like me."
She smiled, “I DO like you, but not that kind of like. I like you like a friend, not a lover. I’m sorry if that hurts you!”
He spoke quickly, “Not at all! I’m relieved honestly. You know…the pressures of the office and …” He smiled but it wasn’t a sincere smile.
“And….maybe your interests lie…..elsewhere?” She smiled broadly at him. She realized he had no idea he was being played.
"Well, ok, yes, maybe.” He came close to her and whispered, “Is that ok with you….if I…you know….didn’t like women in that way?”
Jeanine smiled, she had him, the stupid faggot. “Of course darling! But I want you to succeed here in Nigeria. No one has to know your…..preferences. What if we just, let’s call it "played" boyfriend and girlfriend? For instance, you spend the night here tonight. Those Marines downstairs will tell their buddies that we were romantic and everyone at the embassy thinks you got lucky. Meanwhile, honey, I have a spare bedroom.” She laughed and so did he. “You can spend the night comfortably and so can I. You can tell people at the embassy anything you want, just let me know and I’ll back you up. I’m pretty, aren’t I You could be proud to have a girlfriend like me, couldn’t you” She stood turned and turned around 360 degrees. She knew she was way more than pretty, she knew the effect she had on men.
The future American Ambassador to Nigerian, as gay a man as you could get, stared at her and said, “You? You’re super hot! My god, every man in the embassy wants to bed you. Everyone!”
She looked at him seriously, “Except you, right, Digby?"
She paused for effect, “Except you, right? This is important Digby. There can never be a question of sex between us. Never, I’m very serious. We….” she pointed at him and then at herself, “We… will NEVER have sex. Nothing. I mean NEVER. Nothing even remotely close to sex. That has to be understood. It is a boundary that can never even be discussed, much less crossed. Ok?”
He was taken aback at the strength he f her tone but he agreed quickly “No, Jeanine. I will never try to sleep with you, I can promise you that.”
She was satisfied with that and she told him to come to the window. The Marines sitting in their hero could see clearly into that window. She grabbed him and held his face and they pretended to kiss. Shen then took his shirt off and felt his body. “Take my blouse off” she whispered to him. He dutifully took her blouse off. If the Marines were watching, which Jeanine guessed they were, they would see the beginnings of a night full of sex. Jeanine closed the blinds to complete the scenario.
She released him and said in a very matter-of-fact tone, “My bedroom is the big one. Yours is the small one. I don’t want to see you naked. Ever. Go to bed and I’ll see you in the morning. We’ll go to the embassy together tomorrow and everyone will think you scored.”
She turned and went to her bedroom without saying anything more to him.
When naked in bed, she masturbated to the memory of Colonel Palmer ****** and abusing her and Anja. She wished the Colonel was there with her at that moment. He would **** her and beat her and spit in her and she would cum and cum and cum some more.
And he would hold her and ejaculate inside of her grasping honky bitch vagina.
She came hard imagining hot sperm cumming out of the Colonel’s Black Cock swimming in her snow-white body searching for her redheaded egg. In her fantasy, the sperm were all Black Males and her egg was a pretty version of her, with big breasts and a wet cunt. They were strong Black children in that sperm. Would one find her womb and plant a beautiful half-black child in her?
She fell asleep to that wonderful thought.
The next day, she and the soon-to-be Ambassador went to the embassy together. Jeanine did everything she could to cause rumors of romance without being too obvious.
Digby told her later that one of the Marines that waited all night outside of her apartment gave him a thumbs up and said “Nice going, Mr. Amabassador. That’s one very hot woman!” Digby said he smiled and tried to act cool. He thanked Jeanine over and over. Jeanine thought Digby was an asshole but he was her ticket to everything she wanted so she was mostly nice to him. Mostly.
Digby became the Ambassador three weeks later. Mindy left Nigeria and the General told Jeanine she was now his main white bitch. Jeanine made a few overnight trips to the General’s mansion where she shared his bed at night. It was heaven waking up to his handsome dark brown face, his wonderful muscles, and the assurance that he would add more cum into her womb. She made love with the General many times on each of those visits and it was always exciting. Her hands trembled when he kissed her. Her white legs would shudder when he entered her vagina. Her whole body would convulse when he would shoot his hot, precious sperm into her. It was heaven.
But she spent most of her time with Digby Whittaker, the boring, stupid, white faggot that just happened to be the new US Ambassador to Nigeria. Everyone thought there was a torrid romance between them. Digby spent at least two nights a week at her apartment. Little did anyone know that once the door closed behind them, Jeanine would go to her room and masturbate to the memories of all the Black Men that had cum inside of her holes. She would cum hard. She rigged her bed so that it would bang up against the wall so the neighbors, some of whom were embassy employees, would think that the Ambassador was fucking her.
Digby told her that a special friend of his, a nice blonde young man named Scott Parks would be joining the team and living at the Ambassador’s residence. Jeanine advised against it. People would figure out the nature of their special friendship pretty quickly especially given the history of Digby’s ex-wife claiming he was gay. Digby agreed but said he had to have Scott close to him. Jeanine smiled to herself. God, she thought, I hope this asshole is a better Ambassador than he is a negotiator. She had his balls in her hands. “Don’t worry, my darling Digby, I’ll find a solution.
Using her senior position at the embassy she got one of the embassy employees that lived in the apartment directly opposite her in her building to move. Since that apartment was now vacant, the Ambassador’s special friend could move in. Since Digby spent the night at her place several nights a week, it would very easy for Scott to simply cross the hallway and slip into the Ambasssdor’s bedroom where they would be free to touch each other's two-inch long white penises.
The best part of this scheme was that although her building had a lot of video security, it was exclusively at the building’s points of entry. There were no security cameras at her end of the hallway. The two white boy faggots could fuck and suck in the hallway and there would be no video. She laughed at the thought. Tiny dicked little white faggots! Give me a strong, hard-muscled Black Man any day!
When Scott arrived the apartment arrangement worked perfectly. The Ambassador spent almost every night at her place. Everyone thought he was fucking this hot redhead, but he was sucking a young blonde man named Scott while Jeanine masturbated in her bed to interracial porn. Once a week she would sneak away to the General’s mansion and make love all day and all night to sexy Black Men. She could do this for a while but not forever. She wanted to live as the General’s wife.
And four months into this arrangement, Digby, completely on his own approached Jeanine with a serious look and said he thought they should take their “relationship” to the next level. She wanted to spit in his face but she smiled and asked what he meant. He responded simply, “Marriage and maybe…..children.” She smiled although she wanted to throw up at the thought and said she thought that was a great idea. "But we have to do it the right way, dear", smiling at the stupid faggot that wanted to marry her.
