The beautiful Cassie lay underneath the thrusting body of Leroy. Her slim white legs were spread wide, facilitating the deep penetration both she and Leroy craved. Lost in the depths of their lovemaking, she heard heavy panting in the room, but then realised it was hers! Leroy's sexual abilities were again causing her to lose herself in ecstasy. She could feel every inch of Leroy's amazing 11 inch black phallus as it moved steadily inwards to full penetration. Then came the delicious feeling, on his outwards stroke, of her tightly stretched labia being pulled backwards with him, seemingly not wanting to let go of the pleasure giving organ. His huge girth kept their genitals in intimate contact throughout his lengthy entry into, and withdrawal from, her body.
Cassie's slim arms held onto Leroy's burly black shoulders for support and stability as their lower bodies moved in perfect synchronisation, her slim white hips instinctively moving up to greet his downward thrusts and maximise the delicious friction. She knew her womanhood and her mind had become addicted to the pleasure that Leroy gave her night after night after night. She gasped, "Oh, ohh, ohhh Leroy, ohhhh..." in adoration of her very masculine mate.
Cassie had come to adore everything about Leroy, his huge taut muscles, his masculine self-assuredness (even approaching arrogance) and of course his sexual power. Even his jet black skin, darkened in the tropical sun, had become very attractive to her. Initially it been a source of shame to reflect what her very wealthy parents and friends back in the Hamptons, would have thought of her having taken a large, poorly educated, black man as her lover. In those early days, when she had first started to submit to him sexually, she felt that emotion keenly in the aftermath of each taboo coupling.
However his clear superiority both as a physical specimen that could take care of them on the island and also as an incredible and physically gifted lover, eventually overcome her largely societal guilt and she continued to open her sexy white legs wide for him every night. Eventually the months of following Leroy's direction as the leader of their little group on the island and of submitting as a woman nightly to a very dominant lover had altered her psyche 180 degrees as Leroy had believed it would.
This mental summersault had left Cassie now seeing Leroy and by extension black men in general, as genetically superior males both in and out of the bedroom. The way he had created the shelter and safety and food for her on the island had initially made her feel grateful to and dependent upon him. These emotions, combined with Leroy's carefully planned seduction, had opened the way for Leroy into her bed. Once there he took full advantage.
Only a few months ago, as a lowly deckhand on Michael's boat, the idea of bedding the white man's beautiful slim blonde girlfriend had been just a fantasy. Now he had achieved his dream, he was determined never to be dislodged from his hard won position between her legs. Pleasing her sexually became his absolute focus. He knew that Michael had been a disappointing lover, from a whispered conversation between Cassie and a girlfriend he had overheard on the boat. He was determined to make the sexual contrast between them stark. He studied her body's responses like a textbook, augmenting his outstanding physical gifts, with great sexual technique. As a result he was able to take her into multiple orgasms her night after night in a way that her boyfriend had never even approached.
The most obvious difference between the two men of course was Leroy's incredible phallus. At 11 inches, it was over twice the length of Michael's modest 4.75 incher, but even more importantly for a woman it was more than twice as thick and so very much more virile. Leroy could take her for hours at a time wringing orgasm after orgasm from her very willing white body. He himself could come at least three times a night. In contrast Michael used to struggle to achieve a good erection after one orgasm which he usually achieved after five minutes or less. In fact in recent years, he would sometimes struggle to achieve a full erection even the first time round, especially if he had had a couple of drinks. Unbeknownst to Cassie, this was partly because of his increasing interracial porn fetish. Cassie was often left unsatisfied but she usually faked an orgasm in order to make Michael feel better. There was no faking now!
Outside of the bedroom, Leroy's easy domination of her white boyfriend and assumption of the leadership role of their small group had also caused her to question her previously ingrained beliefs. Leadership capabilities and sexual capability were the two most important manly characteristics in Cassie's mind. Free from the constraints of civilisation Leroy completely eclipsed Michael in both facets. Therefore fundamentally the very feminine Cassie saw Leroy as much more of a man than Michael.
Little did Cassie realise, that Leroy's sexual superiority is what enabled him to dominate Michael in the leadership stakes. Having already supplanted Michael's sexual role with Cassie. All Leroy had to do in order to get Michael to bend to his will, was to threaten to remove the only remaining sexual interaction that Michael had with Cassie, namely the ability to watch close up as she was taken by Leroy and brought to ecstasy by his huge black phallus. The effect was that Michael had become very subservient to Leroy outside of the bedroom. Cassie was unaware of this lever. She concluded that if a very successful white businessman, such as Michael, had naturally become a subservient follower of an ill educated black deckhand, once his advantages in civilisation had been taken away, then probably black men in general were more natural leaders as well as being clearly superior lovers to white men.
The fact that tonight, as in many nights before, whilst Leroy was pounding into his white princess and taking her to heaven, Michael merely submissively watched and wanked to the spectacle, further ingrained Cassie's new worldview.
As her second orgasm of the evening approached, both Cassie and Leroy could clearly feel the strong contractions of her tight pussy as it affectionately squeezed his cock, seemingly trying to coax Leroy's abundant sperm from his enormous balls. As Cassie's orgasm commenced she could see Michael out of the corner of her eye. His vision was locked on the interracial sex scene in front of him. As usual his left-hand was wrapped around his slim penis hiding most of it from her view. His right hand cupped his modest ball sack. Now she could see the small head of his cock. It looked very hard. Certainly much harder than she remembered it when he had made love to her.
As Cassie felt the long masculine movement of Leroy's manhood moving her body backwards and forwards on the floor, she moved her gaze up to Michael. Her blue eyes, cloudy from the pleasure she was receiving, smiled kindly and knowingly at Michael. Her view moved pointedly down to his franticly rubbing left hand then back to look at his eyes and she smiled affectionately and winked. Michael's brown eyes saw the pleasure on her face, heard her moans of ecstasy and took in the clear implication of the wink. They both knew he had come to adore watching this stunning spectacle even more than having sex.
As always there was a small part of him which felt humiliation and resentment towards the black man, previously a mere deckhand on his ship, who had permanently replaced him in Cassie's bed and was now pleasuring his girlfriend in a way that he never could. But that part of him had long been dominated by the overwhelming sexual power of his deep-seated sexual fetish. Both he and Cassie realised that Michael would never again play the role of her lover. He was forever established in her mind as a loving and supportive but sexually ineffective and fully cuckolded boyfriend.
