As Cassie walked back to their dwelling, with Leroy's strong arm possessively around her slim waist, she was shocked to realise how far things had come in two months.
Leroy's physicality had clearly become the dominant factor in their relationship in several ways. On a safety/ preservation level, his capability to keep the pair of them well fed and safe from the wild animals on the island left Cassie fully in his debt both emotionally and instinctively.
The feminine instinct to be submissive to a strong masculine protector was in full flow now. The only currency Cassie had to repay Leroy was her affections and even more pointedly her body and this was a cheque that Leroy had an unending appetite to cash.
On a sexual level, despite her long ingrained reservations from upbringing and societal conventions against a beautiful, well brought up white woman having a lower class black man as a lover and even partner, Leroy demonstrated night after night his ability to give Cassie orgasms absolutely unparalleled in both intensity and number.
As Cassie remembered what Leroy made her feel in bed only the last night, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as there were still some inhibitions and even shame she felt realising what her family and friends would think of her sexual conduct.
Leroy noticing her flush and guessing her thought processes, casually slipped his big strong hand down from her waist and inside her white bikini bottoms and possessively fondled her perky right buttock, clearly marking his territory. "Let's celebrate our great fishing day with a few drinks baby," Leroy said casually. His action was calculated to increase her acceptance of his physical ownership of her sexuality.
Cassie knew how their drinking sessions always ended, the alcohol lowering her mental and physical inhibitions enabling him to both increase the breadth of sexual activities they undertook and the intensity of the climaxes he could wring from her still somewhat reluctant body.
However Cassie knew the haul of fish Leroy had been able to catch today was indeed a cause for celebration so she did not demur, implicitly accepting that tonight would be a boozy celebration.
A couple of hours later, in the late afternoon, Cassie was already very tipsy from the drinks they had consumed. In an alcoholic haze she saw Leroy (who had come up behind her seated form) nonchalantly slide the cups of her white bikini aside and start to milk her now nude round white breasts in the way he had refined to an art form in the last two months.
"Ohhh, Leroy..., no...," Cassie sighed in a tone which mixed reproach and reluctant arousal in equal measure. The exquisite physical sensation of being expertly milked with strong knowing hands combined with the striking visual contrast of big black hands cupping her round white breasts to drive her excitement further and further.
The fact that she found the visual contrast as stimulating as the physical sensations was deeply troubling to her but deep down part of her brain acknowledged how hot the image was.
Leroy took his time with her breasts, even smothering them in massage oil once he had removed the bikini top, in order to accentuate her physical and visual pleasure. Once he saw the dampness growing on her bikini bottoms from an initial damp spot to a large dark patch he decided to up the stakes verbally.
"Your pussy getting wet for my black cock baby?" He said knowingly.
"No and you shouldn't speak that way to a lady," said Cassie spiritedly with what was left of the resistance ingrained from birth and her family.
Leroy said nothing, but took his right hand and slowly slipped it slowly down from her breast, down her toned white stomach and into the front of her bikini bottoms, confidently cupping her pussy.
As his large dark middle finger gently parted her pink labia, her wetness drenched it, enabling it to move effortlessly inside her.
"Ohhhhh, Leroy...Ahhhh..., Ughhhh," Cassie gasped and grunted at his digital penetrated of her compliant femininity. This time arousal and submission were present in equal measure. Truth be told his thick finger was as large as and more arousing than Michael's modest masculinity ever had been and the illicit thought caused an involuntary spasm in her vagina, making it affectionately squeeze the invading finger.
"Feels like your cute white pussy wants more of Leroy's big black cock...," he said as the combination of his skilful fingering and now expert rubbing of her clit with his thumb started caused her pelvis to begin involuntary undulations. As her excitement built he started to stretch out by slipping a second finger inside her now swelling birth canal.
Leroy's consistent pushing of the racial and sexual angle with Cassie was deliberate. To fully break down any remaining mental as well as physical inhibitions he wanted to bring to her mind the reality of what she was doing with a negro lover and her responsiveness to his superior sexual prowess.
This was indeed gradually working as his words, whilst they stung her pride and sense of propriety, were steadily working their way into her subconscious as they were repeated night after night, whilst her arousal was at fever pitch.
"You want some of Leroy's big black cock baby?" he asked again whilst keeping her on the edge of orgasm, slowing down the stimulation just as Cassie started pre orgasmic pelvic thrusts.
Her silence annoyed him, so he left her high and dry, stopping the clitoral stimulation and leaving his two fingers deep but stationary in her white vagina. She moaned in frustration and Leroy gradually began the stimulation again with his other hand working on her oiled white breasts flicking the rock hard pink nipples between his roving fingers.
Once she was on the very brink of a massive orgasm Leroy repeated his loaded question, with the implicit threat that a lack of response would result in the ending of his pleasure giving masturbation of her pussy. It took every shred of Cassie's willpower to remain silent, other than a very frustrated whimper, and she had to endure the ebbing of her incipient orgasm as a result.
Leroy could see from the way her hands gripped their bedsheets and her furrowed brow how much willpower the resistance to speaking had taken and he smiled as he gradually started building up her arousal of his white princess a third time.
This was not a fair contest. He had chosen the peak of her cycle, late in her third week, to try this again. Her hormones were working against her, her inebriation was working against her and most devastatingly for her white pride, his thick black fingers with perfect knowledge of her pussy's sensitive spots were gradually erasing her white woman's veneer of propriety.
On the third time of him asking the loaded question, as he held her right on precipice of a mammoth orgasm, her will broke.
