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

turned and entered the room,
the bouncer holding the door open for me.
    The room was dimly lit, probably so you
couldn’t see people having sex, but you could certainly hear them.
I headed across the floor, hearing the clip clop of high-heels
behind me. I turned to find the Landi sister smiling at me. She was
a tall girl, about six foot, which sort of made her look a bit like
a tranny with all the make-up plastered on her face, but at least
she wasn’t ugly like her younger sisters. Plus, I was relieved I
got her out of the trio, since I refused to do teenagers—unlike my
sick uncle.
    I pointe d to the door. “Your
boyfriend’s coming.”
    “ He’s not my boyfriend,” she
said. “He’s a bodyguard, which means we can’t stay here.” She
grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the exit, practically
dragging me through it. The girl was retarded for leaving with
someone she didn’t even know. Though, it wasn’t like I could hurt
her in the alleyway, because it was closed off to the public. It
even had wet weather couches to fuck on, which were getting well
used at the moment.
    She pulled me past them,
telling me she was taking me to Gilleto’s , which I had no clue why, because it was
a sleazy joint. We exited onto the busy main street, and headed
down the road, both of us half-running, the girl giggling. She
probably thought it was exciting meeting someone and running off
with them. She was obviously stupid, but that was just fine by me,
because I loved stupid people. It was much easier to con them than
the intelligent ones.
    She pulled me to the doors of Gilleto’s , a dive and a known drug club, but one protected by the
Rosso family. I had been told that the Rossos had helped the
Santini take over my household, but I knew it had all been a ploy,
since the Rossos never helped anyone without an ulterior motive.
Basically, they were trying to play both sides, showing their
support to the D’Angelos while giving us information on what was
happening—of course for the right price: which was to guarantee
their safety if we won the war. I liked them; they were my kind of
people.
    The bouncer smiled at the Landi sister,
looking like he knew her. She said his name, proving my
thought.
    We entered the semi-lit
club , the
Landi sister leading me across the empty dance floor and through a
set of curtains, choosing the first room on our right. Before I had
barely closed the door behind us, she pushed me up against the wall
and started kissing me, the girl an octopus. Her hands were all
over me, almost ripping my T-shirt to get it off. I quickly removed
it as she unzipped my jeans, the woman taking me by surprise. I had
only expected to chat with her, not to get my clothes ripped off my
body, but this chica was a bulldozer, her balls bigger than mine
with the way she was manhandling me. I wondered whether she was
ever let out for sex, because this was insane!
    She lowered herself to
the floor
and took my cock into her mouth, making me moan. Yeah, females
didn’t turn me on, but my cock tended to have selective memory when
a mouth was wrapped around it. And, Christ All Mighty, she was
talented. I closed my eyes bringing up an image of Alberto. I
quickly clamped that thought down, because I had a job to do, and I
wasn’t about to have an emotional breakdown in the middle of it.
So, although it made me feel like I was betraying Alberto, my mind
went to the Landi soldier: the sexy as fuck scar near his eye, his
heavyset body, those big shoulders, and his large chest. I really
hoped he was hairy, because that would just make a perfect package.
Oh yeah, and I really hoped he had a big cock, because the thin pricks did
nothing for me.
    I moaned, imagining his mouth moving up
and down my cock, his glorious tongue spearing my tip, making me
groan louder. I envisioned him fingering my ass, preparing me for a
hard fuck. His tongue licked up my balls, then disappeared, making
me open my eyes, which I instantly wished I hadn’t,