Char was nervous the next time she went to reward the following week's winner. It technically wasn't her first time, but it felt like it. She knew who the winner was, and she had talked to him a few times, but nothing memorable. She decided she wanted him to get there first, so she waited until she saw him go into the shed before entering. She knew he would be in the same area as usual, and she was right. The man, James, was leaning against the same bench in the same place where she had seen her Mom with a worker every time.

Neither of them spoke, and that was fine with her as she walked up to the bench. She just got down on her knees in front of him and pulled his pants down. His cock sprang out and surprised her, making her jump. He was already hard and she noticed his cock was also very dark black. It wasn't small by any means, but it wasn't as big as Joseph's either. It was also uncircumcised, which she figured must be the norm on the island.

Taking a quick look up at his face, she saw him looking down at her with a slight smile. Char took the head in her mouth and worked her tongue around the rim. This caused him to moan audibly, which spurred her on. She began sucking up and down his shaft, eventually burying her nose in his pubes as she got the whole thing down her throat. James gasped at this and began muttering softly.

Char could tell he was really enjoying this, and she varied her pace, slowing down and using her tongue to massage the underside of his cock while her lips slid up and down. “Oh, Miss Char,” James said, almost too loudly. It was weird to hear her name like this, but she didn't have time to think too much, as she had a job to finish. It wasn't long before she could feel the familiar body shudders, and he filled her mouth with warm, thick cum. He grunted loudly as he pumped several large streams into her mouth, which she swallowed dutifully.

She decided her 'thing' would be that after they finish cumming, she would swallow their whole cock and hold it in for a few moments. She wasn't sure why she wanted to do this, but it felt like a nice way to end the reward. James seemed to like that move, so she knew she was on the right track. Afterwards, she smiled at him, turned and walked out without a word, same as she had seen her Mom do.

After several weeks, Char had rewarded most of the work crew and was comfortable with how things were going. She found herself looking forward to “reward day,” as she began to think of it. All of the workers' cocks were a little different. They were all very dark black and uncircumcised, and they were all pretty big, at least compared to her boyfriend. A couple had a pronounced bend that she found strange but never mentioned.

One of the last crew members Char was to reward was a younger guy named Peter. Peter was nice enough, and Char had a few conversations with him, nothing serious. Char could tell he liked her as he was usually the first to come around when she sunbathed and would hang around longer than the others. Peter was standing in the usual place and had a look of excitement on his face. Most of the men were fairly emotionless, but not Peter. Char had no doubt that he was looking forward to this.

Char treated him the same as any of the others and walked up to him, smiled and got on her knees. She undid his pants and pulled them down. His cock was pretty much the same as the others so far and a decent size. Char took it into her mouth and began running her lips up and down the shaft, feeling it harden as she continued.

She was mindlessly doing her thing when she felt Peter grab the sides of her head with both hands. He didn't grab her hard, just firmly and it was obvious he wanted her to be still. Char stopped trying to move and didn't know what to think. But all of a sudden, Peter began moving his cock in and out of her mouth at his own pace.

He went slow at first, but soon was thrusting down her throat in forceful strokes. Char couldn't believe what was happening and didn't know what to do. She resisted the urge to panic and relaxed her throat as much as she could and held still, as he continued. "He is seriously just fucking my mouth!" Char thought to herself. This was the first time anything like this had happened.

Char could feel his balls slapping her chin as he continued stroking hard and fast. After what seemed like a long time, she felt him shooting his sperm down her throat. He came over and over, unloading a massive amount that Char didn't think was possible. When he was finally finished, he told her to tighten her lips. Char did as instructed and Peter slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and let go of her head.

Char slumped back and had to stop herself from falling down. She noticed Peter had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily as he leaned back against the bench. After gathering herself, Char stood up and quickly stepped out of the room. She leaned heavily on the side of the building as her mind raced. She wondered what had just happened.

As she collected her thoughts, she could feel her throat was raw from the vigorous face-fucking. Char was still trying to process what had just happened, and she knew she was going to be sore later. Her shorts were completely soaked, her whole body tingled and she couldn't deny the excitement she felt.

Sure enough, the next morning her throat was raw and sore. The excitement of what had happened the previous day was still palpable, though, and Char wasn't sure what to think about that. Char hadn't led a sheltered life exactly, but she wasn't familiar with things outside the scope of her life. She was extremely good at school, social activities, and other normal interactions. She was outgoing and popular at school and pretty much everywhere else, it seemed. She decided she needed to do some research.

After just a few minutes on the internet trying different searches, she discovered that the term “BBC” fit what she was looking for. Many white girls, it seemed, were big fans of black men's cocks. The pictures and videos of women having sex with one, and sometimes several, black men had her glued to her screen. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined such things, and she went deeper.

Gloryholes, gangbangs, blowbangs—she watched as young women repeatedly subjected themselves to these activities with black men. Char noticed that she was becoming stiff and realized she had been on her computer for four hours, searching and watching. She also realized that, while she was very curious, she had no aversion to what she was watching. On the contrary, she was so wet that she was sitting in a puddle on her chair.

Char finally turned off her computer and went to take a shower and clean herself up. She fingered herself vigorously while showering and brought herself to multiple earth-shattering orgasms that left her sitting in the corner of the shower shaking uncontrollably. In her whole life she had never felt this level of excitement before and she was trying hard to process it.

As she went about her day, the thing that was most distracting to her was that whenever she saw one of the workers, or any black man, her thoughts drifted to his cock and what it might be like. Char was torn and didn't know what to do with all of this.

The workers usually had a little party on the beach on Friday evenings. Nothing big, just the workers having some drinks and unwinding after a long work week. They did this on a far corner of the beach that her parents' club owned and as long as it was not rowdy, no one minded. Char decided to go and hang out with them. She wasn't invited exactly, but she was the owner's daughter and she was pretty sure they wouldn't mind.

On that particular Friday evening, Char dressed in normal warm-weather beachwear: cutoff jean shorts that were admittedly very short, and a lightweight button-up shirt that she had tied in a knot above her bellybutton. She wasn't exactly trying to look sexy, just like a typical beach girl. She could hear music and laughter as she approached. When she got there, the men all stood up and seemed surprised to see her.

Char said something about just taking a walk and wanting to see what was happening. The men—there were five of them—sat back down and motioned for her to sit. They offered her a Red Stripe, which she politely declined, and they continued laughing and talking. They made small talk with her, and she was feeling relaxed.

Mindlessly moving to the music in her seat, Char was surprised when one of the men walked up to her and asked her to dance. She took his hand and the two of them began dancing, not slow dancing or anything like that, club-style dancing to the pulsing tempo. The men would cut in on each other as they all wanted to dance with her and she was enjoying being the center of attention.

After a few songs, Char had danced with all of them, and the men, one by one, found their seats and beers. Char was enjoying herself and kept slowly dancing to the beat, not really paying attention to the group.

Char opened her eyes and saw that they were all watching her. "Come on gyal, buss a wine," one of them said in an exaggerated Creole accent. She knew what that meant, basically they wanted her to dance for them. Dancing was one of her favorite things and she loved to do it, so she thought nothing of showing off her moves.

As she danced, Char started feeling the familiar rush of excitement she had felt the other day with Peter. The men were cheering her on, and she was really getting into it. That's when Char decided to turn it up a notch. As she danced, she removed her shirt and tossed it to the sand. She had her bikini on under her clothes, the pink one that she knew they liked.

Char unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall, stepping out of them as the men cheered in approval. Now dressed in her pink thong bikini, Char danced around the fire more seductively. She hadn't planned any of this and wasn't sure where it was going, but she was caught up in the moment. “Gyal, yow wine wicked,” she heard someone say.

“Come ya, Empress, show us what ya got,” another said. Char knew some Creole phrases and had a pretty good idea of what they meant.

Without pausing to think about it, Char untied her bikini top and pulled it off. She could see their eyes go wide as every one of them stopped what they were doing and stared. Just before it became uncomfortable, they broke into clapping and whistling. This relieved Char and she confidently danced topless around the fire, clearly enjoying the attention.

Joseph strode up to her and pretended to want to dance with her. Instead, he leaned in and said in her ear, “Miss, have you thought this through?” Char hesitated for just an instant before assuring Joseph that she had and telling him not to worry. Joseph told her that if she felt in danger at any time, she should lift her left arm, and he would step in and put a stop to things. Char nodded and danced away.

She danced for a song or two, and the men began encouraging her to go further. None of this was planned, and Char hesitated. She was already half-naked on a beach with a group of men. Char was in an uncharted state of excitement, and the feeling took over as she slowly pushed her thong down to her thighs, hesitating there. She had gone this far, she told herself, so it was too late now. She yanked them all the way down and kicked them off.

Char was now completely naked and all she could think of was that she was glad she had just shaved her pussy. Breaking the spell, Char began dancing seductively again, this time getting close to the men. She wanted them to all be able to get a good look at her body. Some of the men held up dollar bills and she would take them in increasingly raunchy ways, making sure they got close up views of her tight body.

When she was bent over in front of them, a few of the men would reach out and squeeze or rub her ass. Char didn't seem to mind, so they got bolder. One man stood up, put his arms around her, and pulled her close, attempting to slow-dance with her. He pressed his hard cock against her ass as his hands cupped her tits, squeezing and playing with them.

This caused several more to join them and Char was surrounded by men running their hands all over and even inside her body. The man in front of her began kissing her and all she could do was go with it and kiss him back. Char was passed off to another man who also started kissing her. Someone guided her hand to an obviously hard cock and she instinctively grabbed it, rubbing it up and down.

Several hands pushed down on her shoulders and before she knew it, she was on her knees. Char could see that the men that closely surrounded her had their pants down and were rubbing their large cocks. Without thinking, Char leaned forward and took the closest one in her mouth and began sucking it.

After only a minute or so, the cock was removed from her mouth and her head was pulled over to another stiff cock. This pattern persisted for quite a while as basically, Char's mouth was passed around the group. Everyone was receiving her oral attention and Char was so turned on she thought she might pass out as electricity seemed to coarse through her body in waves.

It occurred to her that she was actually participating in a blowbang, just like the women in some of the videos she had been watching. Char wasn't thinking about her parents or anybody else possibly catching her, she was just mindlessly sucking all the cock she could.

Before she knew what was happening, Char felt strong hands on her hips lifting her up. She was soon on her hands and knees, still sucking the cock in front of her. Then she felt her knees being pushed apart and it dawned on her that they were not satisfied using their fingers on her any longer. Cold chills ran down her spine and she felt real fear for the first time all night. She didn't come down here with any thought of even going as far as she was already going. And now it seemed things were going to go further.

Char had had sex with her boyfriend plenty of times, but he was her first and only guy. And he wasn't even close to the size of these men. She was now very scared that she couldn't handle them. She didn't have much time to think about it because she felt the pressure of a man's cock pushing against her outer flaps. The stretching was a mix of pain and pleasure, but mostly pain.

Because she had her mouth completely full, her moans and cries of pain were muffled and went unnoticed by any of them. She heard them talking excitedly and it sounded like they were watching the painful intrusion with great delight. All she could think to do was try to relax as slowly and painfully the huge cock continued pushing into her. The stretching was so painful that Char thought she might pass out.

Thankfully the man went slowly and that helped mediate the pain some. When he was a little ways in, he began slowly moving himself in and out. This really helped Char get used to the size and she was relieved at that. The man would push a little deeper with each gentle stroke and Char began to feel a new pressure deep inside her.

She felt his balls push up against her ass and she knew he was all the way in now. The pain had subsided some and Char was a little more comfortable. Then the man began taking long, slow strokes, in all the way and out, causing her to gasp each time. He must have felt her relax, because he started going faster and harder.

The man was gripping her hips tightly and thrusting hard into her. Char was trying very hard to concentrate on the cock in front of her, as at least she had some control there. She immediately found that she was stuck between the two cocks and pretty much locked in place. The thrusting from the man behind her caused her to rock forward, taking the cock in front of her deep down her throat.

She was caught in the middle getting fucked from both ends at the same time. From time to time, the men at either end would move away and let another take their place. Obviously all of them wanted their turn at both ends. All Char could do was go with it and hang on for the ride. The pain and pressure never completely subsided, but it settled down enough for Char to be somewhat comfortable.

She...