Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections by Marita A. Hansen

he didn’t piss
himself. Would I do this if he had?” I licked my hand.
    Her face screwed up. “Yuck! You still
touched his crotch.”
    “ I would’ve licked his cock and
balls too if he dropped his trousers—even his crack.” I wriggled my
tongue at her.
    “ You are so
disgusting.”
    “ Says cock breath.”
    She hit me again.
“ Mio
Dio , you’re
horrible.”
    “ I’m still your favorite
brother.”
    Her annoyed expression dropped
away . “Only
because I don’t know half of them,” she said, grinning.
    “ Even if you did, I’d still be
your favorite.” I placed an arm around her shoulder. “Now, let’s
get some drinks.” I waved the money at the bartender, who instantly
came over, Dora’s shrill whistle pulling him in even
faster.
    The bartender leaned on the bar
towards her. “Hello, Teo,” he said, smiling at her, the bastard sexy as
fuck. Not brutish enough for me, but I’d still bend over for him
any day. He reminded me of that FBI agent I killed. I had wanted to
keep him, but my grandfather ordered the hit. What a
waste.
    Dora leaned across the bar, giving the
bartender a good tonguing.
    Screwing up my face, I tapped her
shoulder. “Don’t scar me, chica.” I held out the money to the
bartender. “Plus, I’m thirsty ,” I said, giving him a wink. He smiled back at
me, obviously not getting the pun.
    “ Don’t flirt with him,” she
said, smacking me, “and we don’t need to pay for drinks, Leo’s my
gynecologist.”
    “ But he’s a
barten —” I
cut myself off, realizing I’d spoken without thought. “Gross, don’t
talk about your pussy in front of me. Now that’s disgusting.”
    Dora and Leo laughed.
    “ Is he your boyfriend?” I
asked.
    “ No, a fuck buddy.”
    Leo nodded, looking extremely pleased over
her words.
    I leaned close to her ear. “Will he
mind if you hook up with one of the Landi soldiers?”
    “ No, we fuck
who ever we
like. We only get together when we’re having a dry spell,” she
winked at Leo, “or when I want some cut cock, because a girl can
never find cut cock in this place.”
    “ I’m circumcised,” I
said.
    She pulled a face. “Don’t talk about your
cock with me; that’s just wrong.”
    “ Then don’t talk about your
pussy in front of me.”
    “ Deal.” She turned back to her
fuck buddy, giving him our order, my sister knowing what I liked.
He took off to mix our drinks, my eyes following his
ass.
    “ Does he swing both ways,”
I asked.
    “ No! And don’t even think about
asking him.”
    “ You were never very good at
sharing your
toys.”
    “ We didn’t grow up together,
Matty, so how the hell would you know?”
    “ But it sounded funny, and
you’re still greedy for not sharing.”
    “ No cock that touches you will
ever come near my vagina.”
    “ I told you not to mention your
pussy, and once they’ve had my tight ass they won’t want your
vajayjay.”
    “ What the hell is a
vajayjay?”
    “ Something that’s looser
than my ass, slut.”
    She slapped my arm. “You are such an
asshole.”
    “ That’s why all the tops want
me.”
    “ A top?”
    “ It’s someone who likes to
fuck.”
    “ Like you .”
    “ Nah, I liked to get
fucked, so I’m a bottom.”
    She stared at me blankly.
    I formed a fist, then pushed my
finger through the hole. “ Pretend my fist is my bottom, while my finger is
the top’s cock.”
    Her eyes widened. “Too much
information!”
    I laughed. “You never fail to amuse
me.”
    She smacked my arm again. “Shut up, and
let’s get to work.”
    We turned around and leaned against the
bar, scanning the nightclub floor. Multicolored strobe lights made
patterns across the packed floor, which made it harder to spot the
Landi sisters—if they were even here. Still, once we had finished
our drinks, my sister and I would head out onto the dance floor and
show off our moves. I knew it was risky to be out in public, but I
wanted to attract the attention of a Landi girl quickly.
    The bartender