**An introduction from the author**
This story is heavily inspired by "Return to Ebonwood" by Fatima who was gracious enough to let me play in her literary pool and let me put my own spin on her story concept.
Fatima is....a little too hardcore for me. I like my interracial stories a little more lighthearted and silly. Still, I really liked the premise of her story and wanted to write my own spin on the topic. I am very grateful that she responded to my messages so positively. Go give her a read over if you like the genre. These types of interracial stories are silly and hot and sounded like a lot of fun to write. You know the type. The naïve, airheaded white girl gets slowly let down a path of debauchery through a series of small, seemingly innocent baby steps.
This story is also inspired by Stormbringer and his Coxville series. His work is more of the over the top and silly IR that I like to read. He also was gracious enough to let me use one of his characters in a cameo, which I am very grateful for as well. Stormbringer is a literotica author and his work can be found elsewhere on the site.
This is a work of fiction. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and YOU must be 18 years of age in order to read it. So, if you are under the age of 18, please kindly click that back button. I do not endorse any of the actions taken by my characters.
I love feedback and constructive criticism. So, rate it and let me know what you think. Although with this particular story I must add a caveat, because believe me when I say that I don't want to hear it. If you don't like this particular genre, then don't read it.
This story is novel length and paced accordingly, so there will be less actual sex in the early chapters. The rough draft is also complete and the rest of the chapters are being polished, which is a lesson I learned from writing "Falling Snow." So you won't have to wait long to read the full story. It has been broken into parts for ease of reading.
Other than that....
Enjoy!
-Nightporter
**It was a dark and stormy night**
Lightening flashed outside the window, briefly illuminating the plush office. The rain beat on the window, thick streams of water cascading down its smooth surface. The branches of the oak tree outside smacked against the side of the building like the claws of some enormous creature trying to claw its way into the building.
Inside the buxom redhead knelt at the feet of her African god. The muscular black man leaned against the polished wooden desk behind him, silhouette against the window and the raging storm. Her head rhythmically bobbed up and down in service to the black cock down her throat. Behind them on the desk ungraded papers and a closed laptop were mixed with other more esoteric items. A fertility statue carved out of ebony wood, complete with a large wooden phallus that caught the eye even in the dim light. A human skull with strange symbols carved into the bone was lit by several candles on the desk and looked on in silent approval at what lay before it. The woman's fiery red hair glowed in the candlelight of a hundred candles lining every surface of the room.
The man grabbed a handful of fire red hair and began pumping his big black cock even faster into her mouth. The gurgling sounds the girl was making only seemed to redouble his efforts. His muscled bulged, showing off the tribal designs inked onto his arms. 12 inches of flawless black cock, even darker than his own skin tone, went in and out of the girls pretty pink lips. With a roar of release from the man, the woman's cheeks bulged with the sudden stream of cum erupting into her mouth. She didn't gag. This was no amateur cock sucker but a seasoned expert.
"Show me what you have." The man growled, his chest heaving.
The redhead opened her mouth and showed off the impressive amount black cream in her mouth. She grabbed a glass dish and spat the mixture of cum and saliva into the dish. It mixed in with the other loads of the evening. She savored the taste but knew that it was not meant for her tonight.
"Delicious. Even after all of these years, yours still tastes the best." She said.
"That is high praise coming from someone so experienced, Professor."
She smirked at his compliment but then bowed her head in reverence. "I thank you Papa Despre for coming all the way to Dred Scott University to aid me."
"I would be lying if I said your 'project' did not interest me, Sara."
"Power is shifting in the city. I have received much support from the Coalition and believe that now is the time to enact my plans."
"You believe these youth show promise?" He gestured to a group of photos on a table in the center of the room.
"These are the most promising of the students this year. Two of them even have the blood lines that I seek. An opportunity like this won't come along again for a long time."
"You are sure?" The gruff voice asked. "You believe they are destined to succumb to temptation and serve the men of color in this university."
"This university and beyond, by Damballah's will. The spirits of the ancestors have spoken to me and guided my hand."
The Voodoo priest chuckled. "You are a sinner, Sara Bedswerver. A daughter of eve and now you wish to tempt those entrusted in your care. Why?"
"Because it is justified." She said with steel in her voice.
"And they all meet the criteria for this class you are planning?"
"Yes." She said.
"Convince me."
"None of them are locals or if they are, their families live out of town. Most of them are single, in long distant relationships or appear unhappy with their significant others. They are all somewhat isolated from their peers. Not a member of any club or sports team and most importantly lacking their diversity credit for graduation."
Papa Despre nodded his head. "Vulnerable."
"Suggestible." She offered.
Papa Despre nodded his head to acknowledge the point. He left her kneeling on the ground and walked over to the photographs. "You've done your homework."
"There is a reason I waited until second semester to offer this course. I've had had my eye on a few students."
"They're all beautiful." He said thoughtfully, ruffling thought the pictures.
Sara smiled. "Of course."
Despre chuckled and presented the photos to Sara. She rose from the ground and accepted them. "Then bring them forth and let Damballah's will flow through you."
"I thank you, Papa." She bowed her head.
"Who is first?" He asked.
Sara Bedswerver stood naked in her own office and was suddenly a professor again, business like and professional. "Kim. Foreign exchange student from South Korea. Seems to have angered someone from the 'in' crowd of the exchange students upon arrival in the U.S. She can mostly be found studying alone at the library."
The African Priest looked down at the picture of the porcelain doll of an exchange student and nodded. "Then let us begin." He said.
He began chanting in an aggressive tongue as the naked red head knelt in front of the table in the center of the room. Carved and burnt into the dark wood of the table was the ritual symbol of Damballah. She ran her pale fingers over the symbol, feeling the rough texture against her fingertips.
Around the edges of the table were a number of other ritual items. Four white candles sat at each corner of the table. A bowl of clean water, a bowl of salt and a bowl of white flour with an egg cracked over the top encircled the ritual symbol. Finally, the bowl of cum was set down in the semicircle around the symbol.
Sara laid a number of items out in front of her. First, she placed a red velvet doll, still wet with sacred oil in the center of the symbol. Next the picture of the petite Asian girl, along with a long metal in pin were set next to the doll. Finally, she grabbed three cords of yarn tied at one end, one yellow, one red and one black.
"DAMBALLAH!" She screamed. "Grant me your power."
