My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 7 Connections (11 page)

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, because it
ruined my lovely dream.

I
watched the Landi girl roll a condom
onto my dick. She rose to her feet, then took a hold of my hand,
pulling me towards the round bed. I tripped on my jeans, which were
still pooled around my ankles. I fell onto the bed face first. She
laughed, and grabbed my shoes pulling them off, along with my
jeans. I rolled onto my back, watching her slip her dress off,
along with her bra and panties. Completely naked, she jumped on top
of me, latching onto my lips. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see
her face.
Not because she was ugly. Instead, any chick, even if she
was pretty, had a habit of making my boner wilt.

The Landi girl… Shit, I really
needed to learn her name, because thinking of her as the Landi girl
w
hen she was
all over me was plain weird. Plus, she was definitely a woman;
those huge tits off hers scary as hell. Anyway, she climbed onto my
amazingly hard dick, the little blue pill working its magic. I
titled my head back, semi liking the grip on my dick, although she
was a bit loose. Rita was much tighter, making me wonder whether
this girl had
been around the block a few
times
… Of
course she had. She basically dragged me in here and tore my
clothes off. Talk about aggressive. Although I liked being
manhandled, I preferred a man doing it. I also preferred being
fucked rather than doing the fucking. I loved cock rammed up my
ass, pumping me hard, hitting me right in the sweet spot as a rough
hand jerked me off. I loved it when Alberto did that…
Shit, shit, shit,
don’t think about him.
I needed to focus on someone else quick or I was
going to be the bigger of the two pussies here.

The
Landi chick laid down on me and
started grinding against my body, using me to get off, which I
hoped she did quickly, because even with the magic blue pill she
was going to make me soft with the way she was slobbering my face.
I tried to think of her as a guy, my closed eyes semi-helping, but
her big tits kept ruining the illusion.

Hurry up, hurry
up
, I
thought,
come, come, come
,
before I get soft.
As she continued to grind against me, I opened my
eyes and looked up at her. The woman was straining like crazy, her
face semi-comical, while her neck muscles were pulled to snapping
point. She let out a loud gasp, then slumped on me.

I lay there, not knowing what to do.
Feeling awkward, I placed my hand on her head, stroking her hair,
because Alberto had liked that. Damn it, I did it again, that ache
in my chest returning.

The Landi sister
plastered me with a
kiss then pushed off me. She looked down at my cock, her expression
surprised. “You didn’t come.” She removed the condom and latched
onto my cock with her mouth, making me toss my head back, because,
again, she was a talented cock-sucker, plus she was licking really
close to my hole, which totally turned me on. I almost considered
telling her to rim me, but decided it was too gay to get away with.
I almost laughed, thinking that Rita was dumb as shit to put her
fingers up my ass.

All my
thoughts disappeared as the Landi
sister clamped her chops around my balls and started jacking me off
as she sucked on them. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned as I
came, my cum shooting over my stomach and chest. She let go of my
shaft, then licked up my abs, making my eyes shoot open in shock.
The Landi chick was cleaning me up, something I did NOT expect,
because people only did that in freaking pornos, not in real life,
well … except for a few guys I had, but still, this was a chick
here, not some hoochie mama out of
Loose Pussies
. Ha! She did have a loose
pussy.

Once she
had finished tongue bathing me,
she got up and grabbed her clothes. I sat up and watched as she got
dressed, wondering what the hell she was doing. Women didn’t leave
a man straight after sex. Rita didn’t, and all those chicks in
movies loved cuddling afterwards. The guy was the one who was
supposed to leave while the chick begged for him to
stay.

She finished dressing, picked up her
purse, and came over to me, pulling out some cash. “How much?” she
asked.

I frowned. “How much,
what?”

“
How much do you
charge?”

My mouth fell open, realization hitting me
in the balls. She thought I was a fucking prostitute!

I shot up off the bed. “I’m not a
whore!”

Looking surprised and a little
scared, s
he
backed up. “You waved at me by the whore room.”

I screwed up my face. “What whore
room?”

“
The red room. It’s where the
prostitutes go.”

“
I thought you noticed me
because of my dancing.”

“
What dancing?”

“
I was dancing and people
were watching me.”

“
Sorry, I didn’t see
you on the dance
floor, only
by that door. So, do you want the money or not?”

“
I don’t need money, I’m a
Rosso,” I lied. “My family owns this place.”

“
Really?” she said,
looking impressed. “I’m a Landi.”

“
Your family’s powerful,” I
said, forcing a smile, although I was still pissed off with her for
thinking I was a whore. I was too hot to whore myself at some
club
for
pocket money. If I wanted to, I could get a sugar daddy without
even trying, then screw him for all he was worth.

“
Your
famiglia
is powerful too,” the Landi bitch
said. Yeah, she was a bitch now, because how could someone think I
was a common whore?

She continued talking. “But, how come I
haven’t seen you around? I didn’t know the Rossos had a gorgeous
blond in their family.”

“
I’m a cousin from
America,” I said, liking the ‘gorgeous blond’ bit.

“
Yeah, I could tell
you’re
Americano
. I like your accent, it’s sexy.” She smiled, looking down
my body. “
How long do you plan on sticking around?”

“
A couple of
months.”

She moved in close,
p
lacing a
hand on my hip. “I have to head back before my bodyguard throws a
fit and sends out the full brigade to look for me. Do you want to
meet up another time? I’d like to get to know you some
more.”

“
Yeah, I
’d like that as
well
.”

“
What’s your name?”

“
Lorenzo,” I said, using
my middle name.

“
Well, it’s very nice to meet
you, Lorenzo, my name’s Irene. I’m free tomorrow. Do you want to
meet me here at the same time?”

“
What about your
bodyguard?”

“
He’s easy to
ditch
.”

I faked a frown. “I can’t
tomorrow; I have a party I have to attend.” My face lit up.
“Actually, you should come; it’ll be a bunch of Rossos and some
friends. I don’t mind if you bring your bodyguard, my sister likes
rough men,”
but I like them even more.
I wondered whether Christo would let me
keep him.

“
Okay,” she said. “Can I bring
my sisters as well? I rarely go out without them.”

“
Sure, you can bring whoever you
want, just ask for Lorenzo to get in. The party will be held in a
farmhouse, so we can be as loud as we like without annoying the
neighbors.”

“
Cool
.”

“
Do you have any guys
you could bring
along?
If I
invite too many females, the chicks at the party will get annoyed
with me.”

“
I only have my two
bodyguards.”

“
Isn’t that D’Angelo boy
staying with you?”

“
How do you know that?” she
asked, frowning.

“
My grandfather told me about
the raid on the Donatelli. He said that the D’Angelos were being
protected by your family. I think it’s a really nice thing for your
family to do.”

She smiled. “Thanks, and Thierry’s a
sweetie, but he won’t be of any interest to the women, other than
to look at. He’s gay.”

“
Oh.” I frowned, then waved a
hand. “You can still bring him anyway, maybe the females won’t
notice.”

She laughed. “They have to be deaf, dumb,
and blind not to notice that—like my sisters. Those idiots are
fighting over him. They told me I was being nasty when I said he
was gay.”

“
Then bring
him.”

“
H
e’s quite shy, but I’ll ask.”

“
Cool, because I haven’t met all
of the D’Angelos: only Jagger and Frano.”

“
O
oh, Jagger.” She smiled, looking like she
was thinking about pushing him on the bed and ripping his clothes
off too. It made me want to slap the look off her face. Stupid
bitch. I was standing naked in front of her, and she was getting
moist thinking about that pretty boy twat.

Her smile
widened
.
“You’re cute when you frown.” She slipped a hand around my ass,
having a good feel. “Are you jealous?”

“
No, why should I
be?”

“
You looked angry when I
mentioned Jagger.”

“
He’s full of himself, I don’t
like him. Frano’s better,” I said, unable to handle mentioning
Alberto.

“
Well, blondie, you’re not
female, so you won’t understand. Plus, Frano’s like an uncle to me,
so I can’t think of him in that way, but Jagger is a totally
different matter. Still, he’s out of my league … actually, you are
too. So, baby, why did you come with me?” she said, now looking
suspicious.

“
F
ree pussy.”

She laughed. “You men can’t help
yourselves, can you?”

I shrugged. “I was horny; you waved back,
so I thought I was in.”

“
So, you like what you see?” she
said, now looking insecure.

“
Of
course, otherwise I wouldn’t have
invited you to the party, plus you give great head.” I inhaled
sharply as she grabbed my cock.

“
Well, you taste really good.”
She moved in closer. “I’m tempted to go another round with you, but
again, I’d rather not have my father’s soldiers tear up all the
nightclubs looking for me. So, pretty boy, I’ll see you tomorrow
night. Where’s the party?”

“
Give me your number and I’ll
send you the address,” I gasped as she squeezed me
below.

Laughing, she let go and
pulled
a
card out of her purse. She handed it over, then gave me a kiss and
my cock another grab. She turned and left without a word, leaving
me standing there speechless. Shit, I felt dirty. I’d had guys do
that to me before, but never a female. Okay, again, I didn’t have
much experience in that field, but Rita never treated me
in such a demeaning
manner
, or
the other female I had tried out. I wondered whether the Landi
bitch had a sex change, because she had more testosterone than I
did.

I got dressed
and pocketed her
card, then sat down on the bed to pull on my socks and shoes. Stage
one of my plan was now complete, stage two tomorrow. I wondered
whether I should go back to the other club to get Dora, but
dismissed the idea. She was probably with someone by now, and if
she was lucky she might have the nice man meat I wanted between my
buns. Fuck, that soldier was so freaking hot. Yeah, I was totally
jealous.

I
pulled myself together, and headed
through the door and curtains that led into the main part of the
nightclub, stopping in my tracks once I hit the dance floor. On the
other side of the room was Jagger. He was arguing with someone, his
voice loud. He was dressed in loose white pants and a matching
shirt that was left opened, the clothes resembling
bedwear.

I
slipped behind the stage and into a
corner where I could watch Jagger without being spotted. He
continued to argue, looking like he was demanding drugs off some
greasy dealer. The dealer was trying to calm Jagger down, his
expression a little panicked, probably because no one in their
right mind would demand drugs in front of a crowd. You did it in
quiet corners, or in back alleys and other safe places, not in the
middle of a club where the patrons were watching you like a soap
opera.