I am a cum slut. That's what I am. If I learned anything from the events that took place, it was that my holes, my once virgin holes, were meant to be used by black men. Not just any men. Black men. Huge. Throbbing. Velvet steel. Thick black meat. That's who owned my holes now. I wouldn't even call my asshole an asshole anymore. The two black cocks that open my asshole up had turned it into a pussy. My white skin was now a burning pink. Just like any freshly fucked pussy should be. And just like a freshly fucked pussy, mine was leaking cum.
Two huge black loads were dribbling out of my new faggot pussy. Coach had just fucked the second load so deep in my hole that I swear I could taste it. Or maybe it was just left over from one of the many black cocks that fucked my throat over the course of the day. Either way, as Coach led me into the 'Ass Room' by the leather collar around my neck, I knew the cum dripping out of my ass pussy and the taste of cum in my mouth were about to be replaced with who knows how many more.
Unlike the 'Mouth Room', as I entered this one, was completely silent. I could have sworn when I arrived here, what feels like hours ago, there were sounds coming from his room. Even in the 'Mouth Room' next door I could here the sound of fucking. Rock hard black bodies pounding away into white flesh. Now, nothing. I don't know which scared me more. The sounds of moaning men being used as nothing more that holes to deposit black seed into or the silent room waiting for me.
"Come on pussy boy and get what you wanted." Coach yanked on my collar, pulling me that last few steps into the 'Ass Room'.
It was dimly lit, just like next door. The toilet stalls were still standing, but the doors were removed, leaving sex swings in place of the toilets. Each of the five slings had a silent white body in them. Hands and feet outstretched in stirrups leaving each white ass pussy easily accessed. There were numerous king sized mattresses on the floor, each one could hold more than one pussy boy for the room of black bulls to fuck, but no. Each mattress was empty. All of the white boys were on their knees, facing the wall. There were about ten of them. And for every white pussy, there were two black studs standing in front of them.
"You told us to get the room ready for the fairy cake." A voice called from the one of the men lining the walls. Each man was slowly stroking a hard cock.