After her chaotic meeting with the trade union chiefs, Jeanine decided to go directly back to the hotel and collect herself. Francoise had been very direct about the necessity of Jeanine’s attendance in Mr. Akala’s automobile that evening at 10 PM. Jeanine must be in that car if she wanted to work things out with the unions, so she would be. What she had to figure out was a way to be there and keep her dignity at the same time.
The meeting had started fine, but then one of the Nigerian union Chiefs fucked his white red-headed assistant almost in full view of the meeting attendants. They made zero attempts to be subtle. Basically, Jeanine thought, he could have just fucked her on the table in front of them all, that’s what it amounted to. Hours later, she was still shocked by it all. Jeanine wanted, no, she needed to know more about this culture and customs.
She went up to her hotel room and lay on the bed. She kept hearing the redhead yelling “FUCK ME, BLACK, MASTER” over and over. Jeanine had only met her briefly but she had seemed polite and was really very pretty. When she had yelled “FUCK ME, BLACK MASTER” there had been genuine passion in her voice, real longing. Jeanine was willing to bet anything she hadn’t been faking it, she was genuinely in the throes of a body breaking orgasm.
Jeanine wanted to be offended by all of it. But the memory of the redhead’s cries just filled her with lust. Jeanine also remembered the redhead saying “I’m still not used to how well they do that.” Jeanine could assume that by “they” she meant African Men and by “that” she meant fucking. No one had ever fucked Jeanine hard enough for her to shout. But then, Jeanine had only experienced white male lovers.
Jeanine stripped and she knew she was going to masturbate again. Her right hand massaged her clitoris while her left played with her full, heavy, milk white breasts. She moaned as she imagined the handsome union chief fucking his red headed assistant and then climaxing inside of her, sending thick streams of African semen swimming through her body, struggling to reach her egg and fertilize it, firming that perfect union between those strong African male genes and those lovely feminine red headed genes.
Jeanine’s hips were moving with such strength that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall. Her neighbors would think she was fucking but…but Jeanine only wished that was true. She lay naked in her bed, her Caucasian pussy ripped apart by lust and orgasm and she wept. She wanted a strong African man to fuck her but didn’t want it at the same time. The tears flowed.
Catching herself, she told herself that she just needed to eat something. She called room service and ordered a sandwich with fries and a half bottle of wine. She had to think of a way to accompany Mr. Akala tonight, she presumed as his date without breaking embassy rules. She lay in her bed naked, running through every scenario in her head, but they all ended the same way. Mr. Akala would make a pass at her and she would have to refuse and her union negotiations would fail.
Jeanine heard a sharp knock on her door and realized she had been thinking for almost an hour until the food had come. She couldn’t go to the door since she was nude. “Can you let yourself in?” she shouted and heard the door open. A moment later, a room service waiter clad in a short white jacket wheeled in a cart.
The presentation was lovely, fine china, flowers, real silverware and the waiter was also first-class. Dark black, tall and clearly muscular, he was also very handsome with a small mustache and a warm, friendly smile. He seemed unsurprised that she was clearly naked and covering herself with just a thin bedsheet.
“Oh, thank you, yes, that’s lovely, thank you, yes, right by the bed, oh that’s great, thank you.” Jeanine was beaming at him, smiling ear to ear, she was so happy to see him. He introduced himself as Chakko and set her meal for her, pouring a lovely glass of wine.
She watched him as he set it up. Large, strong hands, a manly bearing, wide shoulders and a deep masculine baritone voice, he was dreamy, Jeanine thought. She kept smiling and thanking him many times and he took it all easily.
Finally, he smiled at her and said in his thick Nigerian accent “Will dat be all, Madam?” to which she smiled and asked if he would stay for a few minutes, she had a only been in Nigerian for two days and she had a few questions about the culture, would he mind? “Of course not, Madam!”
She sat, still covering her naked body with the bedsheet and took a bite of the cheeseburger. She was clearly nervous. "Uhm, Chakko, I've only been in your country for about 36 hours and I like it, I mean it's very nice and this hotel is really nice...." Jeanine hesitated, Chakko was looking at her with a friendly gaze and she found him so attractive. She had never found Black Men attractive before she came to Nigeria, but now she saw something she hadn't seen before.
She continued "Yes, well, what I mean is, I keep seeing some things here that I don't see as much back home in Washington DC and I just want to ask you about it." Chakko nodded and said "What is it you see here, Madam?"
Jeanine really didn't know how to say it without being super graphic, but she tried. "Well, I've already seen a lot of people....like you Chakko, you know Nigerians...and a lot of people like me.....you know, Europeans and Americans...well....getting together. Do you know what I mean?"
Chakko smiled and said "I think so, Madam. By people like me, do you mean Nigerian Men?" Jeanine nodded yes. "And by people like you, do you mean, white women?" Jeanine smiled and nodded yes. Chakko went on, "And by getting together, do you mean fucking?"
Jeanine's mouth dropped open. "Uhm...Chakko...I mean...." She was flustered. But then she realized after all she had seen here, the Black Men fucking her colleagues, the redhead amazed by how well her boss had just fucked her, she realized....why? Why be shocked?
So she stopped sputtering and said "Yes Chakko, I mean Black Nigerian Men and white women. They seem to do a lot of fucking in this country. Do you agree?'
Chakko smiled and said "Oh yes, Madam, I do. Lots of European and American women come here for de fucking. I see it all the time. I see it here in the hotel all the time."
She stared into his eyes and he stared back. She pushed the food away. "Chakko, I would really like it if you came and sat next to me." He walked to the bed and sat down. Jeanine looked down for a moment then back up into his eyes, "Chakko, may I hold your hand?" He responded by gently grasping her hand and smiling at her. Jeanine melted. She looked at his hand, so big and strong and yet so dark brown, almost black. She stroked each individual finger and knuckle. She laughed out loud and so did he. "I like you, Chakko." "I like you too, Madam.'
Chakko hooked his index finger into the top of the white sheet that was covering Jeanine's naked body. Chakko just held his finger there for a few seconds without any pressure on the sheet. Jeanine bit her bottom lip and smiled, then laughed. "I really do like you" and she let the sheet drop. Her full, round white breasts were now naked for Chakko to see. Jeanine stared into his eyes and his were on her blue eyes and then his moved to her milk white body. His hands were on her white shoulders and then down her arms and then his hands surrounded the milky white globes and softly touched them. Jeanine's back arched as he touched her nipples, the sensation was electric. Her entire body was on fire, the fire of lust and desire.
Jeanine's hands moved to Chakko's bow tie and jacket and removed them. He leaned in and kissed her white neck and licked up and down from her shoulders to her ears. Jeanine groaned in pleasure, her nerve endings exploding in pleasure. She managed to get his white shirt completely unbuttoned and off of him. He pulled the rest of the sheet off of her body and she moved her hips to help him. She wanted him to see her completely nude. The little wisp of red pubic hair that she kept was the only hair on her body. Her legs weren't spread, but they weren't closed either. Her vagina was visible to him and she liked that he could see her womanhood.
He stood up and she unbuttoned his trousers and removed his briefs. Standing before her naked, his Black Cock was only a little bit hard but was twice the size of any white man's cock she had ever seen. She looked at his Cock, transfixed, hypnotized, but she didn't touch it. She looked into his brown eyes and smiled broadly, "God, Chakko, how did you get to be so sexy?" He laughed and played with her long red hair, he bent and kissed her, their lips touched and their tongues played.
Chakko played with her nipples as they kissed. Jeanine was breathless with lust and the nipple play drove her wild. Her hips pulsing back and forth as he squeezed her coral colored nipples. Her white hands searched out his long Black Cock and held him. One hand on his massive back balls and the other white hand jerking him up and down. As he hardened, his size was incredible. He moaned and so did she.
He laid her back onto the bed and licked her nipples, sucking them, one at a time in his mouth. She caressed his head as it bent to suck her full titties. He lay down on top of her and her legs spread without delay. Jeanine knew that she was his woman, she would give herself to him without question, whenever and wherever he wanted her.
He straightened and she took his Black Cock into her mouth, sucking on it and feeling it harden in her mouth. It was so exciting to suck a Black Man. Her head and lips bobbed down on his huge Black Dick and she realized that white men were boys compared to this. This was a man! A Black Man who was going to make love to her. Her lips stretched as she sucked the young Black Man into her mouth, sucking the cum from him.
He gently pushed her back onto the bed and she stared up into his dark eyes. Her legs spread wider, "Come inside of me Chakko, my darling. I want your Black Manhood inside of me, please my African stud." Her lips were parted and her eyes were only half open. She wanted his sex so much that it hurt her.
He slid his Black Cock into her vagina slowly, every half inch felt like an eternity to her. She wanted him completely deep inside of her, she wanted him to move his Black Cock permanently into her pussy. Her hips fucked him back as he drove inside of her. Their bodies moved as one, perfectly in rhythm as this interracial fucking went on. He groaned, she whispered, "Fuck me, Black Man" and "Oh God, I want your baby" over and over. It was by far the hottest sex Jeanine had ever had.
Chakko fucked her for what seemed like hours. Every thrust of his hips drove her wild. Her hips thrust back against his and they fucked in unison for a long time. She came many times on his giant Black Cock, crying out his name each time "Oh, Chakko, oh my God my African lover, I love you Chakko, fuck me deeper!" and each time somehow he did fuck her deeper. His skill as a lover was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Finally, after at least an hour, his Black muscular body stiffened and he held his cock just at the edge of her grasping white cunt and then plunged into her with one movement. He gasped and shouted something in his native language and then Jeanine felt his huge Black Cock spasming inside of her, filling her with his semen. She held him tightly and kissed his lips, "Oh yes Chakko, I want your sperm, I want your sperm inside of me, my lover. Fill me with your baby, Chakko, oh god yes, yes yes, fuck this white pussy!."
Jeanine had never spoken so sexually to anyone, not even her former lovers. It felt liberating and she laughed and cried all at the same time.
His Black body collapsed on hers and she felt his Cock still hard inside her Caucasian cunt. She was happy, so happy. This is what sex felt like. And love, this is what love felt like. She kissed his cheek and held his dark brown body against her pale, milk white breasts and smiled.
The meeting had started fine, but then one of the Nigerian union Chiefs fucked his white red-headed assistant almost in full view of the meeting attendants. They made zero attempts to be subtle. Basically, Jeanine thought, he could have just fucked her on the table in front of them all, that’s what it amounted to. Hours later, she was still shocked by it all. Jeanine wanted, no, she needed to know more about this culture and customs.
She went up to her hotel room and lay on the bed. She kept hearing the redhead yelling “FUCK ME, BLACK, MASTER” over and over. Jeanine had only met her briefly but she had seemed polite and was really very pretty. When she had yelled “FUCK ME, BLACK MASTER” there had been genuine passion in her voice, real longing. Jeanine was willing to bet anything she hadn’t been faking it, she was genuinely in the throes of a body breaking orgasm.
Jeanine wanted to be offended by all of it. But the memory of the redhead’s cries just filled her with lust. Jeanine also remembered the redhead saying “I’m still not used to how well they do that.” Jeanine could assume that by “they” she meant African Men and by “that” she meant fucking. No one had ever fucked Jeanine hard enough for her to shout. But then, Jeanine had only experienced white male lovers.
Jeanine stripped and she knew she was going to masturbate again. Her right hand massaged her clitoris while her left played with her full, heavy, milk white breasts. She moaned as she imagined the handsome union chief fucking his red headed assistant and then climaxing inside of her, sending thick streams of African semen swimming through her body, struggling to reach her egg and fertilize it, firming that perfect union between those strong African male genes and those lovely feminine red headed genes.
Jeanine’s hips were moving with such strength that the headboard of the bed was banging against the wall. Her neighbors would think she was fucking but…but Jeanine only wished that was true. She lay naked in her bed, her Caucasian pussy ripped apart by lust and orgasm and she wept. She wanted a strong African man to fuck her but didn’t want it at the same time. The tears flowed.
Catching herself, she told herself that she just needed to eat something. She called room service and ordered a sandwich with fries and a half bottle of wine. She had to think of a way to accompany Mr. Akala tonight, she presumed as his date without breaking embassy rules. She lay in her bed naked, running through every scenario in her head, but they all ended the same way. Mr. Akala would make a pass at her and she would have to refuse and her union negotiations would fail.
Jeanine heard a sharp knock on her door and realized she had been thinking for almost an hour until the food had come. She couldn’t go to the door since she was nude. “Can you let yourself in?” she shouted and heard the door open. A moment later, a room service waiter clad in a short white jacket wheeled in a cart.
The presentation was lovely, fine china, flowers, real silverware and the waiter was also first-class. Dark black, tall and clearly muscular, he was also very handsome with a small mustache and a warm, friendly smile. He seemed unsurprised that she was clearly naked and covering herself with just a thin bedsheet.
“Oh, thank you, yes, that’s lovely, thank you, yes, right by the bed, oh that’s great, thank you.” Jeanine was beaming at him, smiling ear to ear, she was so happy to see him. He introduced himself as Chakko and set her meal for her, pouring a lovely glass of wine.
She watched him as he set it up. Large, strong hands, a manly bearing, wide shoulders and a deep masculine baritone voice, he was dreamy, Jeanine thought. She kept smiling and thanking him many times and he took it all easily.
Finally, he smiled at her and said in his thick Nigerian accent “Will dat be all, Madam?” to which she smiled and asked if he would stay for a few minutes, she had a only been in Nigerian for two days and she had a few questions about the culture, would he mind? “Of course not, Madam!”
She sat, still covering her naked body with the bedsheet and took a bite of the cheeseburger. She was clearly nervous. "Uhm, Chakko, I've only been in your country for about 36 hours and I like it, I mean it's very nice and this hotel is really nice...." Jeanine hesitated, Chakko was looking at her with a friendly gaze and she found him so attractive. She had never found Black Men attractive before she came to Nigeria, but now she saw something she hadn't seen before.
She continued "Yes, well, what I mean is, I keep seeing some things here that I don't see as much back home in Washington DC and I just want to ask you about it." Chakko nodded and said "What is it you see here, Madam?"
Jeanine really didn't know how to say it without being super graphic, but she tried. "Well, I've already seen a lot of people....like you Chakko, you know Nigerians...and a lot of people like me.....you know, Europeans and Americans...well....getting together. Do you know what I mean?"
Chakko smiled and said "I think so, Madam. By people like me, do you mean Nigerian Men?" Jeanine nodded yes. "And by people like you, do you mean, white women?" Jeanine smiled and nodded yes. Chakko went on, "And by getting together, do you mean fucking?"
Jeanine's mouth dropped open. "Uhm...Chakko...I mean...." She was flustered. But then she realized after all she had seen here, the Black Men fucking her colleagues, the redhead amazed by how well her boss had just fucked her, she realized....why? Why be shocked?
So she stopped sputtering and said "Yes Chakko, I mean Black Nigerian Men and white women. They seem to do a lot of fucking in this country. Do you agree?'
Chakko smiled and said "Oh yes, Madam, I do. Lots of European and American women come here for de fucking. I see it all the time. I see it here in the hotel all the time."
She stared into his eyes and he stared back. She pushed the food away. "Chakko, I would really like it if you came and sat next to me." He walked to the bed and sat down. Jeanine looked down for a moment then back up into his eyes, "Chakko, may I hold your hand?" He responded by gently grasping her hand and smiling at her. Jeanine melted. She looked at his hand, so big and strong and yet so dark brown, almost black. She stroked each individual finger and knuckle. She laughed out loud and so did he. "I like you, Chakko." "I like you too, Madam.'
Chakko hooked his index finger into the top of the white sheet that was covering Jeanine's naked body. Chakko just held his finger there for a few seconds without any pressure on the sheet. Jeanine bit her bottom lip and smiled, then laughed. "I really do like you" and she let the sheet drop. Her full, round white breasts were now naked for Chakko to see. Jeanine stared into his eyes and his were on her blue eyes and then his moved to her milk white body. His hands were on her white shoulders and then down her arms and then his hands surrounded the milky white globes and softly touched them. Jeanine's back arched as he touched her nipples, the sensation was electric. Her entire body was on fire, the fire of lust and desire.
Jeanine's hands moved to Chakko's bow tie and jacket and removed them. He leaned in and kissed her white neck and licked up and down from her shoulders to her ears. Jeanine groaned in pleasure, her nerve endings exploding in pleasure. She managed to get his white shirt completely unbuttoned and off of him. He pulled the rest of the sheet off of her body and she moved her hips to help him. She wanted him to see her completely nude. The little wisp of red pubic hair that she kept was the only hair on her body. Her legs weren't spread, but they weren't closed either. Her vagina was visible to him and she liked that he could see her womanhood.
He stood up and she unbuttoned his trousers and removed his briefs. Standing before her naked, his Black Cock was only a little bit hard but was twice the size of any white man's cock she had ever seen. She looked at his Cock, transfixed, hypnotized, but she didn't touch it. She looked into his brown eyes and smiled broadly, "God, Chakko, how did you get to be so sexy?" He laughed and played with her long red hair, he bent and kissed her, their lips touched and their tongues played.
Chakko played with her nipples as they kissed. Jeanine was breathless with lust and the nipple play drove her wild. Her hips pulsing back and forth as he squeezed her coral colored nipples. Her white hands searched out his long Black Cock and held him. One hand on his massive back balls and the other white hand jerking him up and down. As he hardened, his size was incredible. He moaned and so did she.
He laid her back onto the bed and licked her nipples, sucking them, one at a time in his mouth. She caressed his head as it bent to suck her full titties. He lay down on top of her and her legs spread without delay. Jeanine knew that she was his woman, she would give herself to him without question, whenever and wherever he wanted her.
He straightened and she took his Black Cock into her mouth, sucking on it and feeling it harden in her mouth. It was so exciting to suck a Black Man. Her head and lips bobbed down on his huge Black Dick and she realized that white men were boys compared to this. This was a man! A Black Man who was going to make love to her. Her lips stretched as she sucked the young Black Man into her mouth, sucking the cum from him.
He gently pushed her back onto the bed and she stared up into his dark eyes. Her legs spread wider, "Come inside of me Chakko, my darling. I want your Black Manhood inside of me, please my African stud." Her lips were parted and her eyes were only half open. She wanted his sex so much that it hurt her.
He slid his Black Cock into her vagina slowly, every half inch felt like an eternity to her. She wanted him completely deep inside of her, she wanted him to move his Black Cock permanently into her pussy. Her hips fucked him back as he drove inside of her. Their bodies moved as one, perfectly in rhythm as this interracial fucking went on. He groaned, she whispered, "Fuck me, Black Man" and "Oh God, I want your baby" over and over. It was by far the hottest sex Jeanine had ever had.
Chakko fucked her for what seemed like hours. Every thrust of his hips drove her wild. Her hips thrust back against his and they fucked in unison for a long time. She came many times on his giant Black Cock, crying out his name each time "Oh, Chakko, oh my God my African lover, I love you Chakko, fuck me deeper!" and each time somehow he did fuck her deeper. His skill as a lover was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Finally, after at least an hour, his Black muscular body stiffened and he held his cock just at the edge of her grasping white cunt and then plunged into her with one movement. He gasped and shouted something in his native language and then Jeanine felt his huge Black Cock spasming inside of her, filling her with his semen. She held him tightly and kissed his lips, "Oh yes Chakko, I want your sperm, I want your sperm inside of me, my lover. Fill me with your baby, Chakko, oh god yes, yes yes, fuck this white pussy!."
Jeanine had never spoken so sexually to anyone, not even her former lovers. It felt liberating and she laughed and cried all at the same time.
His Black body collapsed on hers and she felt his Cock still hard inside her Caucasian cunt. She was happy, so happy. This is what sex felt like. And love, this is what love felt like. She kissed his cheek and held his dark brown body against her pale, milk white breasts and smiled.
