"From an anthropological standpoint, the history of slavery, emancipation, civil rights and black empowerment in America interests me," said Kwame Amponsah. The tall, dark-skinned and handsome black man, hailing from Accra, Ghana, finished his spiel and looked at Dr. Beverly Whiteside, director of the Ph.D. program at Kenmore University in Macon, Georgia. The tall, curvy and stacked, blonde-haired and green-eyed, forty-something white woman looked at the apt pupil and nodded. The two of them absolutely understood each other.
"Kwame, if you want your Ph.D. and it falls to me to decide, you must follow your hypothesis and gain real-life world experience otherwise your academic credentials are for naught," Dr. Beverly Whiteside said simply. Kwame smiled and nodded as he considered the good doctor's words. She was supervising him when it came to his thesis and her signing off on it meant he would get his Ph.D. Those are simple facts. Is Kwame really ready to do what must be done?
"I want to gain real world experience, and thus, I submit to your teachings and practices," Kwame said bravely, and Dr. Beverly Whiteside smiled and nodded. The curvaceous academic, a proud descendant of Confederate Captain Samuel Chambers III, felt excited by the young Ghanaian man's acquiescence. When Dr. Beverly Whiteside isn't lecturing on race and gender at Kenmore University in Macon, Georgia, she is heavily involved in the practice of race play. Controversial though it may be, this excites her.
"Kwame, as you may know, I am into race play, I am really into it, and I want you to submit to me, if I am satisfied with your performance, I will sign off on your Ph.D. are we clear?" Dr. Beverly Whiteside demanded. Kwame nodded and the good doctor shook her head. The two of them were at the office. It was after hours and the door was closed. There was nobody around. The good doctor could finally speak freely. Truth be told, she was unimpressed by the Ghanaian stud.
"I proudly submit to the white goddess," Kwame said as he knelt before Dr. Beverly Whiteside and then kissed her feet. Dr. Beverly Whiteside was surprised by this and before she could say anything, the handsome and well-dressed black man began massaging her feet. Dr. Beverly Whiteside always thought that black men from West Africa, especially recent immigrants, weren't as obedient as homegrown African Americans. Well, it would seem that the good doctor was wrong.
"Oh my, Kwame, you surprise me, I may have use for you," Dr. Beverly Whiteside said with a smile, and Kwame nodded. The two of them got in their cars and headed to Plantation Lane, one of Macon's most exclusive neighborhoods. Stepping out of their cars, the tall, curvy mature white woman and the young black man headed toward the white mansion seated on the hilltop dominating the neighborhood. Dr. Beverly Whiteside felt excited, as did Kwame. The lure of the forbidden fruit and all that...
"What does my white mistress want with me?" Kwame asked Dr. Beverly Whiteside as he knelt, stark naked, in front of her. The mature white woman looked great in a black bra and black panties which contrasted sharply against her pale skin. Dr. Beverly Whiteside admired Kwame's fine, dark-skinned and muscular body. The tall, muscular black man from Accra, Ghana, was exotic in a way that regular black guys from the U.S.A. simply weren't. This excited the good doctor immensely.