The heat hit me from the moment we landed at Grantley Adams International Airport. Fortunately, a car was waiting to take us to our hotel in Bridgetown, and so it was a hop from one air-conditioned environment to another. Acclimatisation could follow.

Charles’s family links to Barbados had brought us to the island. It was a problematic part of the family’s history, given a considerable element of their fortune had come from the sugar plantations they had owned in the 17th and 18th centuries. Our visit was to conclude negotiations to make an element of financial reparation through the family’s charitable trust. Whilst Charles viewed this simply as the right thing to do, his father had been focused on the benefits the message would send to prospective investors in the current businesses.

That evening, we had been invited to a reception being hosted by the government minister with whom the family had been dealing. The room was full of officials from various government agencies and NGOs, along with some local activists, who had been assisting Charles with understanding the history and how best to focus the donations on educational development for the community.

Heads turned when I stepped into the throng in a Midaxi dress, with a scoop neckline and thin straps that drew attention to my elegant neckline and full bosom. The forest green dress had a front skirt split, showing off my long, shapely legs. The outfit was completed by an expensive pair of strappy heels and a small clutch bag.

I smiled inwardly watching many of the men mentally undressing me as Charles and I chatted with some of the more senior officials. Across the room, I could see a huddle of three, extremely handsome young local men. Their attention was evident, and flattering; I returned their gaze repeatedly whilst continuing the conversation. Eventually, Charles saw them and with a cry of pleasure, took me across to them. Introducing me to Rufus, Leon and Duane, my husband explained excitedly that they were community activists who had been instrumental in developing his understanding of the family’s past on the island and how he might focus his funding on community projects.

“I have to meet with officials tomorrow to finalise some arrangements. Perhaps I could ask you three to take my wife to see the village?” Charles asked politely. When the men readily agreed, my husband turned to me and continued, “I know you will find it an extraordinarily moving experience, Bella.”

“Thank you, darling. I am sure it will be,” I replied softly, looking knowingly at the virile young men. When my husband turned to speak to someone else, Rufus gave me a look that left little doubt we understood each other perfectly.

Early the next day, Rufus and his friends picked me up from the hotel in their beaten-up land rover. Throughout the journey, I was conscious of their open appraisal. I had dressed for the heat in a wide-brimmed straw hat, sunglasses and a sarong. Under the sarong, I was wearing a two-piece bikini in glittering gold dust fabric, finished with gold apex trims. The halter-neck bikini top had a tie-back and a thin central band to the front. Elegantly shaped gold pads encased my prominent breasts and revealed considerable amounts of pale flesh. The matching bikini briefs, with their gathered waistband, sat low on my slim hips, whilst the subtle ruching detail on the back enhanced the curve of my firm buttocks.

Arriving at the village, Rufus and his friends led me to one of the cabins. “This is typical of the living conditions,” he explained, as I looked around the small, low, rectangular structure. The single room thatched cabin was sparsely decorated. Aside from a table in the centre of the room, a group of large pots stood on a shelf, and there was a small bed in the corner.

They described the working and living conditions, and the distinction between categories of work and who did which. “The darkest men did the hardest manual labour,” Rufus explained with a look that contained a mix of emotions.

“In more enlightened times, hard manual labour has a virtue. And all of you are very, very dark and very, very strong,” I replied with meaning, my gaze running over their toned, muscular torsos. In the silence that followed, I watched them wantonly assess my large, firm breasts and tight body, glistening with beads of perspiration in the close confines of the hut.

Rufus stepped purposefully towards me, his face a mix of dominance and lust. “Money is not the only way the family can make amends,” I murmured, tracing a fingernail over his hard pectoral muscles. “There are other, more immediate, ways in which I might be able to make reparations,” I continued in a low voice, looking around the crowded hut whilst running my finger down to his taut abdomen.

They closed around me with a palpable sense of sexual hunger. Untying the sarong, I let it fall to the hard dirt floor. Without a word, my hat and sunglasses were removed. At the same time, determined fingers loosened the ties on the expensive gold bikini top, which was tossed aside as if a cheap rag.

“Get on your knees, bitch,” a voice demanded, whilst large hands pushed me down to the floor. My knees pressed painfully into the hard dirt, I looked up at the muscular young men surrounding me, feeling a familiar heady mix of humiliation and arousal. As they pulled off their shirts, I reached out to each in turn to tug down their shorts, allowing their rapidly growing man hoods to spring free. All three men were, to be blunt, hung like horses. My stomach flipped, my pussy tingled, and I could feel myself getting very wet.

“Ready to atone,” Duane sneered, placing his member against my cheek. I nodded submissively, allowing him and Leon to take it in turns to slap my face with their enormous ebony truncheons. With the metronomic assault on my flawless skin continuing, my hand strayed into my bikini briefs. Lips parted with pleasure, I ran a long index finger over my glistening labia and circled it around my hard clit.

Rough hands pawing at the delicate pale flesh of my full breasts, thick meat slapping repeatedly against my aristocratic features, I began to toy myself harder, moaning softly as my finger repeatedly found the g-spot.

Rufus had moved behind me. His hand grabbing some of my hair, he yanked my head back and looked down at me as I pleasured myself. “The English Rose gets off on being dominated, does she?” He laughed harshly.

My finger circling on the hard nub of my clit, eyes full of arousal, I was about to answer when Leon began rubbing the tip of his manhood across my ruby red lips. “I think the slut is hungry,” Rufus grinned, guiding me forward onto his friend’s cock. Involuntarily, my lips parted to accept the bulbous head.

Placing his hands firmly on either side of my head, the young black man began, gently at first, to run himself in and out of my mouth. Playing with myself in time with his motions, I let out a series of strangulated moans as, finding his stride, Leon increased the tempo. Moans turned to loud gagging noises when he repeatedly and forcefully pushed himself deep into my throat, strong hands gripping hard in my long blond hair.

One small pale hand placed flat against the firm black muscle of his thigh, I frantically rubbed my swollen nub whilst he continued to forcefully fuck my face. Eyes watering and mascara running, my pupils dilated and my lower body shook as the first tingling orgasm ran through my clitoris.

Suddenly, Leon pushed me away. Looking up at him, I heaved for breath, tendrils of slobber and precum running down over my bruised lips. With a slow smile of anticipation, he lifted me effortlessly and flung me onto the low bed. Strong arms pulled me towards him and spread my legs wide. Tearing off my bikini briefs and casting them to one side, he positioned the massive head of his cock against my glistening mound. “You want this, don’t you, bitch,” he snarled, eyes burning with lust. Looking at him with pleading eyes, I nodded frantically.

“Oh, my fucking God,” I screamed as he impaled me on his massive ebony hardness. I could feel my pussy stretch as I struggled to accommodate him. And then, holding my legs high, he began to take me with ruthless efficiency. Glistening with the perspiration running from me in the humid closeness of the hut, I let out a series of anguished cries in response to each well-timed thrust. Eventually, I felt Leon tense, gripping my thighs tight, he released himself deep inside me with a strangled cry.

Beads of sweat decorating his gorgeous black torso, and panting heavily, he withdrew. Discarding me, he stepped aside to allow Rufus his turn. Aching with the absence of his friend’s cock, I lay there with my ample chest rising and falling as I regained my breath.

Pulling me forward by my ankles, Rufus unceremoniously flipped me onto my front and raised my bum. In ominous silence, he pushed my face down onto the rough-woven blanket. Then, without any further warning, he drove his thick, pitch-black phallus deep into my sopping quim. Balancing himself, Rufus began to take me. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God! Oh, my fucking God, that is so fucking deep,” I sobbed, my whole body rocking. Pinning my head down, the community activist angled his thrusts down into me in a seemingly endless and relentless pattern.

“Cumming…cumming…cumming…cumming! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, cumming on your big black cock,” I wailed, my body convulsing and shaking beneath the athletic Barbadian, who continued to use me like a fucktoy whilst I bit on the blanket to stop myself from screaming.

“I’m gonna fill your married white cunt with my seed,” he panted, whilst I continued to thrash around beneath him, letting out a series of mewing noises. Then, tensing, Rufus pushed me even deeper into the bed, groaning with release as he pumped his load deep into my pussy.

Removing his member, Rufus stepped back and let me collapse on the blanket, semen oozing from my fanny. Before I could recover, Duane had taken his place and was manhandling me onto all fours, facing his two friends. “I want you to maintain eye contact with them whilst I fuck your tight little arse,” Duane commanded, using his friends’ sticky mess to lubricate my anus.

Eyes fixed on Rufus and Leon, who were regarding me with an air of detachment, I felt Duane slide his hard cock up and down the crack of my pert little arse. Then, leaning forward, he began to use his fingers to work the cum into my tight sphincter, stretching it at the same time in preparation for accommodating his thick shaft.

“Please, no,” I pleaded, realising just how big he was as the massive domed head pressed against my anus. Ignoring me, the young black man pushed forward, and I felt the intense burn as he breached my sphincter. I whimpered, eyes wide with pain.

Rufus and Leon looked on, their cocks growing hard at the sight of Duane forcing himself into my arse as I balanced on all fours. Shame, humiliation, lust and anticipation burnt inside me. Hands hard on my hips, Duane eased out slightly and then forced himself through my ring and deep into my back passage.  “Fuuuckkkkkk,” I screamed as Duane began to thrust in and out of me. Steadily, he picked up the rhythm, my screams of pain turning to moans of lust as my anus stretched and he began to take me vigorously.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Use my slutty arse,” I moaned, feeling my sphincter gripping tight around his shaft and my climax growing. Both men were slowly stroking their massive cocks, watching my buttocks ripple and pendulous breasts swing beneath me in response to the pounding I was taking from their friend.

“I’m going to cum in your arse, you nasty bitch,” Duane grunted, sliding in and out of my rectum. He continued to fuck my tender arsehole whilst my body heaved, shook and trembled beneath him before going rigid as the most intense of orgasms ripped through me. “You fucking whore,” Duane yelled, slamming himself into me as seed exploded from his heavy balls.

Cum still dribbling from his manhood, Duane fell back, his glistening length slipping out from my battered and distended bum. I slumped forward on the rough blanket, slowly recovering from the onslaught.  Moving across, Leon held out a hand; taking it, I allowed him to help me to my feet. He and Rufus closed on me. Leon’s strong arms pulled me into him, his mouth closed on mine; his tongue probed and snaked around my own as I responded with a soft moan. Both men ran dark hands over my porcelain white skin, kneading my full breasts and probing between my legs. “More! I need more of your beautiful black cocks,” I whispered, my skilled fingers running over their shafts.

Dropping onto the bed, Rufus motioned for me to straddle him. Swinging a shapely leg over his toned body, I reached down with elegant fingers for his rigid pole. Guiding it between my legs, I positioned the tip against my mound and, with a hiss, sank onto his thick ebony shaft. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I gasped, placing my hands flat on his broad chest. His hands reached for my pale white mounds of flesh as I began to gyrate on his pelvis. “Do you like being ridden by a married white slut,” I moaned, digging my fingernails into the hard pectoral muscles whilst grinding myself on the young man’s rampant cock.

“Oh, it’s about to get a whole lot better,” he murmured, his thumbs and forefingers closing on my hard nipples and gently squeezing, causing me to gasp and push forward on him. With an almost sadistic look of pleasure, he increased the pressure on my nipples, alternately pinching and twisting them. My eyes closed and I cried out with the exquisite pain.

From behind, I felt the thin mattress deform as Leon settled on the bed. His strong hands pressed down on the small of my back, deepening the invasion of my pussy and exposing my arse. With Rufus holding my gaze and tormenting my nipples, Leon lent down to envelope me, his muscular body pressing down against my small, feminine frame. “Please, use me until I scream,” I implored, knees planted either side of thighs that flexed as the fucking resumed upward.

Leon chose that moment to drive his thick ebony cock hard into my ass. “Oh, fuck, yes! So fucking full,” I cried out, white knuckled hands clutching at the blanket as he began to fuck my arse.

"Ohmygod…ohmygod…. ohmygod…ohmygod,” I sobbed, experiencing feeling of unbelievable fullness. Two massive, hard black cocks filling me, plundering my insides as my slender frame rocked between them.

"Is this what you wanted: two black cocks inside you,” Rufus taunted from below, as he and Leon found their rhythm. “"Husband can't give you this, huh, you cheating married slut,” he goaded.

“Oh, fuck, yes…I love black cock...so much better... than my husband,” I sobbed in short breaths, arching my back and thrusting my boobs forward for Rufus to knead. “Fuck me…use me…ruin me,” I begged the two of them, my breathing ragged, the next wave of orgasm building deep inside me.

And, then, amidst all of this, I became conscious of Duane standing astride Rufus at the head of the bed. Roughly grabbing handfuls of my hair, he unceremoniously forced his thick ebony girth into my mouth and began to fuck my face.

In the close humidity of the hut, the three young black men violated me in unison. Grunts and moans filled the air. Trapped between the three of them on the bed, my expensively cut blond hair matted and plastered to the side of my face. Beads of sweat ran from my forehead and down the bridge of my nose, and my body was covered in sheen of perspiration as it shuddered under their onslaught.

Duane’s engorged cock silencing my scream, my body initially went rigid, then trembled and convulsed between the invading black meat as the most intense of orgasms coursed through my core. This initiated a chain reaction as Rufus and Leon, separated by a thin membrane, set each other off and pumped streams of hot semen deep into my pussy and anal passage. Watching this was too much for Duane, who hastily pulled out. Using a hand, he pumped himself rapidly whilst I desperately gasped for breath. Eyes rolling back in his head and with an animal cry, he dropped long ropes of sticky white mess onto my face and into my hair.

Slowly, we stopped, the cocks softening inside me. We gradually disengaged and I slumped on the rough blanket, a dishevelled, panting, mess, covered in perspiration and semen, their seed running from me. Sated, I looked up at them and smiled before scooping blobs of cum from my cheeks and licking my fingers clean.

That evening Charles hosted a dinner in a local restaurant, to which the three men had been invited. Over pre-dinner drinks, Charles enquired about the visit to the village. “Your wife really invested in the experience. It was gratifying to see how much she wanted to take from us all,” Rufus replied earnestly, as I nodded in agreement.

It was illuminating, darling,” I explained, “and very moving in ways that surprised even me. I would be fascinated to explore it further with a larger group of local experts.”

“I would be delighted to arrange that for your wife, Mr Jones,” Rufus confirmed with an eager smile.

“Well, that sounds like a stimulating experience, don’t you think, Bella?”

“Oh, I do, darling. I really do…”