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‘What’s your name?’, ‘John’, I offered ‘what’s yours?’ She looked up from the small mound of off-white powder and smiled knowingly- ‘it’s Mary, not that it matters’. She drew her knees up to her chest and her stiletto feet splayed awkwardly apart; I felt my cheeks flush as the shadow of her miniskirt revealed the secret shade of her genitals. Quickly looking up I saw that she had arranged several crooked lines on the coffee table. ‘Take one’, she handed me a silver tube and I stooped to take the second biggest line off the table. I flopped back into the crimson leather recliner and watched her take the biggest remaining line, tilt her head back and sniff hard before meeting my eyes with a satisfied expression. Soon my breathing seemed to develop a rhythmical echo and the muffled bass from the main room next door seemed to emanate from within the tight drum of my chest, synthesised chords twinkled crystalline shards of melody that danced among the glass chandelier, the dimensions of the gaudy Victorian décor assumed impossible angles and tricked the light into its masquerade; traces of movement became entangled in distortions of time and sensory waves.

The heavy oak door suddenly heaved open and stopped the music dead, three hooded figures entered in dark robes and glided towards us, as they got close they drew back their hoods to reveal beautiful heads of straight black hair, full black lips and heavy makeup. The leader stopped in front of Mary and parted its lace robe to display a slender hairless figure with dark nipples. My heartbeat overcame my breathing as it ricocheted in its empty cage; I watched Mary kneel up on her velvet cushion and regard the dark expressionless face with childlike innocence. A vascular hand first stroked her soft red hair then crushed a handful and roughly anchored her pale face towards its crotch. Mary’s groans were stifled as the figure writhed against her face in a circular dance of ecstasy. The other two sisters flanked Mary, manipulated her onto all fours and began stroking her gently like an obedient pet- the leader was on her back now with quivering legs wrapped tightly around Mary’s neck, pulling her slurping head down into the lovers trough. The sisters grinned at me as they lifted Mary’s black miniskirt to show her pale skin and the sordid clash of her pink opening and orange fur; they savoured my desperation as they drew her cheeks apart and tenderly kissed them. The leader dragged Mary round by her hair to face me, and made her crawl closer- she moved like a demented canine and as she approached I noticed black slime shimmering around her foaming mouth. I recoiled in disgust at the sudden guilt of my arousal, but one of the sisters held my arms behind my back and I succumbed to the rushes of excitement that surged through my aching erection, feeling it straighten defiantly against its denim prison. Mary strained against her master’s grip and emitted deep growls of lust as she slobbered into my lap, eyes rolling white in her strangely alien face- the third sister was licking her from behind now, in slow deliberate strokes, maintaining constant eye contact with me over Mary’s undulating back. The master opened my zip and I clumsily bounded out and shuddered stiff like a bull’s-eye arrow; at this point Mary appeared to climax and roared victory to the swirling ceiling, a branch of veins rose from her bared throat. Mary nuzzled my burning heat like a feline brushing a post, her vicious incisors protruding from a deformed mouth. She admired my swollen head and flicked a black forked tongue over it- I groaned in fear and in response to the cold relief of its touch, closing my eyes in abandon as I finally felt myself engulfed into an impossible temperature of wetness. I opened my eyes and dizzily watched her bob along my entire length in a relentless frenzy, causing my vision to tremble with each gag and swallow. The leader climbed over and straddled her, lifting my chin to solemnly stare into my eyes as Mary gulped away tenaciously between her legs. As my gaze lowered to fix on her black pointed nipples she gently pressed my head towards her bald crotch; I noticed a faint smell of bonfires as I got closer and saw the viscous trails of black slime running down her inner thighs- I tried to resist but the sister behind me held me tighter. As it reached my face I saw the swollen vulva gaping and tensing; independent layers of pursing lips connected by strands of smoky mucus. I turned my head away to the side until Mary built up to my screaming release. As I felt myself go off in almost painful convulsions I forced my face into the sopping mess, revelling in the acute sense of disgust as it mingled with feelings of heavenly relief.

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