Chapter 26: Promiscuous Angel of 7th Heaven, Part 2
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Tags: Work-out, Voyeurism, Muscular Men, Consensual Infidelity, Huge Cocks, Threesome
Cloud grunted with exertion, his brow furrowed in concentration and his face pouring with sweat.
At the most basic of levels, their sparring must look ridiculous. For the past half hour, Cloud stood as still as a statue while Tifa attacked him from all sides, her speed and acrobatic agility truly jaw-dropping.
His girlfriend’s impressive display aside, what had initially earned them a small crowd were the foam shields that floated and surrounded Cloud, intercepting and absorbing each of Tifa’s lightning quick blows like autonomous sentries. The other patrons of Tifa’s MMA gym had watched on in awe at the casual display of advanced gravity materia at work.
That and watching Tifa run and jump around in her workout clothes, I guess…
Not that he blamed them. Tifa’s status was bordering on legendary in the Slums - for reasons other than the obvious - and her body was an almost unfair mixture of athletic tomboy and stacked model.
That had been three weeks ago though. Even the spectacular, with time, became mundane and their sparring sessions had just become a part of the background noise on the nights they journeyed to Wall Market to train. Their sessions were relegated to quite late at night, to be fair, well after the post-work rush, so there usually weren’t many others in the gym with them.
Their only company that evening were a couple of big guys sparring over at the Judo mat, and aside from a few curious glances in between bouts, they mostly kept to themselves.
Tifa’s assault came to an abrupt halt and, panting heavily, his girlfriend shot him an impish, challenging grin. As well as enjoying a sparring partner that could finally handle her full effort, their sessions always left the stunning, raven-haired beauty incredibly horny.
Must have something to do with wearing so little…
Not shy about showing off her body regularly, obviously, Tifa wore even less during their spars. Right now, she wore only a lycra crop top and booty shorts, her bare hands and feet wrapped in matching black, supportive straps. Cloud found himself distracted by her glistening skin, his bright-green eyes following a bead of sweat that ran down her neck and disappeared into her immense cleavage.
I don't think I've ever seen a woman that's so shredded while keeping their boobs… not without surgery at least…
His eyes traced further down and followed another bead of sweat that ran down her chiselled abs, falling into the lines of her shredded abs before disappearing under one of the small bridges her hip bones made of the front of her booty shorts.
When his eyes finally met hers again, he blushed at Tifa's knowing grin and smouldering eyes.
‘Ready to up the ante, babe?’
Cloud’s eyebrows rose at her challenging tone. When they’d first started their sparring, after Cloud had asked Tifa for help with mastering his new materia, he could only really manage one foam pad at a time against his girlfriend’s rapid onslaught. Several weeks later though, and with the ability to control almost a dozen foam pads simultaneously, he figured he might even be ready to start using his weapon in earnest.
A sharp spike of pain in his temple put a halt to any ideas for further training however, the dull, persistent throbbing having ratcheted up in intensity. The pain almost caused Cloud to stumble, but Tifa was instantly by his side, her sleek, powerful, sweaty body under his arm and supporting his weight on her shoulder.
This kind of training was incredibly focus intensive, with throbbing headaches a constant, unwelcome companion.
Naturally, that wasn’t helped by the parasite that made it his life’s mission to be as annoying as possible, using this relative period of fatigue and mental weakness to launch constant attacks against his well-guarded mind.
‘Is it him again?’ Tifa asked with an angry scowl. Cloud grinned down at her furious expression, allowing himself to be dragged over to the ropes so he could lean against their elastic embrace.
She’s so cute when she’s angry.
Chuckling, Cloud sighed and shook his head tiredly, pulling Tifa’s wiry, powerful body tight against his. ‘Don’t give him too much credit,’ he said, the corner of his lips quirked in a tiny grin. ‘The only reason I even notice him anymore is that my girl is so good at pushing me to my limit.’
Tifa flushed deep at the praise, the anger almost completely melting away as she buried her face in his equally sweaty and gross chest. He felt himself harden at her touch, his eyes once more roaming over her jaw-dropping physique.
Honestly, I’m not sure what’s harder to ignore when I’m trying to concentrate... Sephiroth’s mental attacks or Tifa’s… everything…
He was only half joking on that front. Tifa wasn’t the only one turned on by the intense sparring they did. Just seeing her powerful, lithe body coiled like a spring, her muscles tensing and flexing as she jumped around and attacked him from all sides…
How did I get so lucky…? She’s the complete package…
His lascivious thoughts came to a screeching halt when Tifa’s small, pained, muffled voice spoke up from his chest.
‘If he can do this to you… what about the others?’
Cloud sighed and closed his eyes in frustration, the fingers of one hand massaging his throbbing temples.
He’d told Tifa… everything. About Hojo, Zack, what Shinra had done to them, done to the other Soldiers. The fate of Sephiroth…
Tifa already had a burning hatred for the fallen war hero and Shinra, but after hearing about what they had put him and the other Soldiers through, and what Sephiroth still did to them to this day, that burning hatred blossomed and raged into an uncontrollable wildfire.
The fact that he’d already made the mad scientist pay for his misdeeds had assuaged her somewhat, but the knowledge that the delusional psychopath - who had not only killed her father and burnt their childhood home to the ground, but still tormented her boyfriend to this day - was still alive almost sent her over the edge.
‘It’s why I need to put him in the ground… for good.’
Tifa frowned up at him and he relented with a sigh, smiling gently at her adorable pout. ‘Why we need to put him in the ground.’
Cloud chuckled quietly, squeezing his smiling girlfriend tight against him and borrowing her strength. It felt…nice to rely on someone else. To share his burden. Someone he…loved.
As if sensing his thoughts, Tifa put a hand on his chest and leaned up to plant a delicate kiss on his jaw. Cloud’s eyes fluttered closed and his girlfriend reached up to cup the side of his face, turning his head down so she could press her lips against his.
He lost himself in the sensation, obediently opening his mouth when he felt her tongue seeking entrance. He’d been a terrible kisser when they first got together - wooden and cold, according to Jessie. Unlike Tifa, he had no previous experience to call upon, his life up until that point allowing him very little time for romance. That was okay though, because he very much enjoyed her thorough lessons.
Like with most things, he was a quick study.
When Tifa finally pulled away, Cloud’s eyes fluttered open and he gazed down at her beautiful, flush face. ‘You’ve been working so hard these past few weeks… is your head still hurting?’
He nodded, silently.
Biting her lip, she looked to be debating something with herself before nodding resolutely. ‘I might have something that can help with that… I haven’t tried it in a while, so no promises!’
He grinned at her silly, authoritative tone and shrugged carelessly, squeezing her powerful, lithe frame tighter against his in a side-hug. ‘I’m in your care.’
Biting her lip again, this time to stifle an impish smile, she took his hand and led him towards the back of the grungy gym. It was currently unmanned, the owner having gone home for the night. Cloud had been confused at first, wondering how the man felt so secure in leaving his MMA gym open twenty-four hours without constant supervision, especially in Midgar’s slums.
When he’d asked, his girlfriend had grinned at him indulgently. Apparently, not only did he not keep any valuables on the premises… nobody wanted to mess with a man that owned an MMA gym.
Cloud had met and spoken to him once or twice and… well… while he was definitely formidable and cut an imposing figure, he hadn't thought the desperate and destitute would be all that rational.
At his dubious expression, Tifa had sheepishly admitted it had taken a few examples.
Living in the Slums was no joke, and while there was a measure of solidarity between the less fortunate denizens of Midgar, any thoughts of generosity quickly flew out the window the second you tried to take what wasn't yours.
Having led him into the bowels of the gym, ignoring the longing gazes of the sparring combatants as they left, Tifa dragged him down a long, graffiti-adorned concrete corridor lit only by a flickering, sputtering fluorescent light. They passed several doors along the way before Tifa stopped at one in particular and pushed her way inside, letting out a victorious cheer when she apparently found what she was looking for.
The room was nothing special, looking like an old lunch room that had been repurposed as a storage closet. The kitchenette was still usable and uncovered, a faint aroma of coffee still lingering on the air, but on the opposite end of the wall lay unused gym equipment stacked up in a pile almost as tall as him, from punching bags, weights to more foam mats.
Tifa ignored all of that though and made a beeline for the folded up massage table in the corner of the room. With a pleased grin, Tifa casually slung it over her shoulder as if it were a bag and unfolded it in the mostly empty centre of the room. Given the state of every other bit of old equipment Cloud could see, he was surprised with how robust and sturdy the table looked when unfolded, the plush leather atop the table unmarred and, with a quick wipedown to get rid of the dust, mostly pristine.
Turning, his girlfriend grinned wide at the look of surprise on his typically stoic features. ‘You’ve been working so hard these past few weeks and, well, my chakra isn’t just good for fighting, yaknow?’
Cloud’s eyebrows rose. ‘You’ve never used it to heal me before…’
She blushed prettily and averted her gaze. ‘I’m a little…out of practice, but it should be like riding a bike, right?!’ Her smile and enthusiasm were infectious, but Cloud’s mind had caught on an interesting tidbit Tifa had let slip.
‘Like riding a bike…? You used to be a masseuse?’
This time, her smile turned sultry, but instead of answering, Tifa had him rest his monstrous sword up against the wall and pulled him down onto the table. ‘Trust me.’
He didn’t even flinch, nor was there a bit of mirth in his tone when he answered. ‘Always.’
Again, Tifa blushed at the sincerity and earnestness of his words.
He was a man of few words, but the words he spoke, he meant.
Cloud didn’t resist when she had him lay flat on his back. With his girlfriend standing behind him at his head and leaning over, his vision was filled with the undersides of her heavy breasts held firm by her tank top and sports bra.
‘Nice view.’
Tifa giggled and slapped his chest. She didn’t pull her hand back however, instead, she started to gently rub tight circles over his nipples before her fingers trailed slowly up his chest, over his collar bone, along his neck, jaw, then rested at his temples.
Even now, almost ten minutes since they’d stopped sparring, Cloud felt his head throbbing persistently, his mind angrily letting him know that he’d overexerted himself, again. He sighed, contented, when Tifa’s fingers landed right upon the source of his discomfort, her cool, gentle digits rubbing soothing, tight circles.
‘How’s that?’ she whispered after minutes of silence and gentle massage, her soft, angelic voice startling him out of his trance.
‘Perfect,’ he answered, matching her tone and groaning with pleasure. His eyes had fluttered closed at her ministrations, but they flicked back open at the sound of her amused giggle.
Meeting her mesmerising, mirthful eyes, Cloud’s brow scrunched in confusion when he saw her amused, almost patronising grin. ‘Oh honey, we’re just getting started…’
Cloud had a nanosecond to wonder what she was talking about before his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a feeling of soothing pleasure and warmth so intense he gasped in shock, overwhelming him in an instant. From her fingers, Cloud could feel her chakra being gently pushed into him, and he couldn’t help the groan of delight that the strange energy ripped from him. His pain was a distant memory as gentle heat blossomed from his aching temple and radiated out to the rest of his face, his entire head feeling like it was being caressed in a warm hug.
Unable to help himself, Cloud’s eyes lazily fluttered open again only to see Tifa staring sightlessly down at him, her face scrunched up in intense concentration. Grateful for the effort she was putting in for him, he reached back and started rubbing his hands up and down her sides in appreciation. Tifa jerked at the unexpected contact and smiled down at him prettily, the flow of purifying, soothing chakra not slowing.
‘How is it?’ she whispered softly, her voice like honey, as if raising her voice above a certain level would spoil his pleasure, or ruin the calming, tranquil atmosphere.
The corner of Cloud’s lips quirked in amusement and he squeezed her sides harder in an awkward hug. ‘I think I'll keep you.’
Tifa’s smile was radiant, her cheeks pink. ‘Well that's good, because I'm not that easy to get rid of, Mister!’
Cloud returned her smile with a smaller one of his own and didn't resist when she leant down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. His sight was robbed from him, a pair of heavy breasts smothering him in what had to be the most welcome assassination attempt in history. Cloud’s muffled groan and refusal to let Tifa straighten back up earned him a delighted giggle and another kiss.
As much as he loved being smothered by his girl’s incredible boobs though, her massage felt even better. He couldn't even remember a time when his head felt as clear, his mind so relaxed. Reluctantly, he let her go to resume her heavenly work.
Cloud lost track of time after that, luxuriating in the warmth of his girlfriend's soothing chakra ministrations, the heat no longer confined to his head and instead radiating out to the rest of his body in soothing, pulsing waves of pleasure. When Tifa finally, regrettably, ended her massage with an exhausted sigh, he struggled to hold back a disappointed whimper.
Still, he couldn’t remember a time he’d felt better, his mind more clear. Maybe it was the pleasurable haze clouding his judgement but, in that moment, he legitimately felt like he could take on both Shinra and Sephiroth, and win.
His eyes fluttered open and Cloud let out a long, satisfied exhale, his vision slowly coming back into focus. He felt like a million gil, and he smiled contentedly up at Tifa who'd graciously put him in this state. It had apparently not been a simple task, the constant, careful use of her chakra after their intense sparring session having taken a noticeable toll, her face flush with her exertions and her skin shining with a sheen of perspiration.
‘Thanks,’ he said, with one hundred percent sincerity. Cupping Tifa’s flushed face, he pulled her down and planted a tender kiss on her lips. Tifa returned it with passion, moaning into his mouth as their tongues duelled passionately.
When she finally pulled away, Cloud groaned in satisfaction. He felt like he'd just woken up from the greatest sleep of all time.
I don't think I've ever felt this good…
As if to emphasise that truth, Cloud looked down the length of his relaxed body and noted the conspicuous tent he was pitching.
A giggle from Tifa broke him from his clouded thoughts.
‘Yeah…that's a pretty common side effect of my chakra massages…’
Cloud huffed in amusement, blindly reaching for Tifa’s hands before freezing, her words piercing through his euphoric state of mind and taking root.
Slowly, he turned his face back up to Tifa who still loomed over him, his eyebrows raised in query. ‘A common side effect?’ His tone was deliberately mirthful, he wanted to make sure she knew he wasn’t feeling jealous or putting her on blast. ‘Care to elaborate?’
Rather than looking bashful or cutely embarrassed like he expected, his girlfriend grinned wickedly down at him, her hand sliding down his body until it was gripping his painfully hard shaft through his pants.
‘Before getting into my current job,’ she began with a teasing tone and sexy grin, ‘I used to set up here and give the guys massages after workouts for some extra gil.' She continued fondling his package as she purred the truth in his ear, and he loved that she didn't even think about hesitating before telling him. It showed that she trusted him, trusted he wouldn't get jealous, or weird.
Cloud grunted as warmth oozed out of Tifa's fingers again, through his clothes and directly into his balls. The feeling wasn't as strong as it was during the temple massage, and Cloud wondered if the extra layers of cloth between their skin hindered the effects.
He groaned, arching his back and thrusting into her hand as Tifa giggled, but didn't let up. Just the thought of his girlfriend setting up shop here and giving massages to all the sweaty, jacked, horny men for gil drove him wild.
Why do I find the idea of Tifa doing things like that so hot…?
If the Seventh Heaven was the first time you met or heard of Tifa Lockhart, where she’d eagerly pour you a drink with a beautiful, angelic smile while sympathetically lending you her ear, you wouldn't think she was the type… but his bombshell of a girlfriend was a not-so-secret, promiscuous slut…
And for some reason, I love that about her…
Just imagining the innocent, daring, fun loving girl he grew up with in his mind, the girl who made friends easily, was always bringing back strays she found on the verge of death, and played Soldier just as well with all the other boys…
Juxtaposing that girl with the beautiful woman Jessie had brought him to watch filming a porno, the very same woman he happily and all-too eagerly took as his girlfriend… it was so unbelievably incongruous that it bordered on parody.
And that’s what makes it all so hot…
With his face buried in her heavy breasts again while she giggled and fondled him, he groaned, his voice sounding understandably muffled to his ears.
‘I guess that's why you knew about the massage table being here…’
Tifa’s chuckle in reply was a whole lot less innocent and giggly, the sultry tone serving to make his cock surge even more.
‘The Boss used to rent me this room to do my…work.’ She emphasised the word with an extra hard squeeze of his junk. ‘The guys would pay me enough to cover the rent and then some…and I'd massage their sweaty…muscular -’ she interrupted her teasing words with a soft moan of her own, no doubt remembering her customers, ‘-bodies for hours…’
When Tifa pulled back so they could look deep into each other's eyes, Cloud wasn't surprised to see that her cheeks were flushed with passion, her eyes smouldering with desire. She was breathing heavily, and if Cloud allowed it, he fully expected her to mount him right there.
‘... Why do I get the feeling this wasn't strictly about therapeutic massage…?’
Tifa bit her lip and grinned naughtily. ‘Maybe because you know your naughty girlfriend too well?’
Cloud huffed out another laugh, his eyes tracking her incredible body as she finally rounded the massage table and made to straddle him, joining him on the surprisingly sturdy piece of portable furniture. He tried not to whine at the loss or warmth and pleasure when she released his cock, but he made an involuntary weird, despondent noise in the back of his throat that Tifa caught anyway, earning him another naughty smile and giggle.
Before she hopped up on the table, Tifa whipped off her lycra tank top. She wasn’t naked underneath - that would have made sparring a nightmare with her generous endowments - but her sexy bra was the next best thing, the black lace transparent in all the right places and giving him a delicious view of her perky nipples through the sheer fabric.
Tifa giggled again as she flung a leg over his prone form and straddled his waist. He wasn’t sure what prompted it, but Cloud figured it must have something to do with the look on his face as he beheld his girlfriend’s incredible tits and washboard abs - the powerful leg she flung over his body got its fair share of ravenous attention too.
Cloud licked his dry lips, his hungry eyes roaming over Tifa’s body like a starving man at a buffet - unsure what to eat, or where to look first.
Finally, he found his words again. ‘I guess it makes sense now why those guys were glaring at me so hard when you pulled me back here…’
Tifa’s eyes widened at his observation, clearly not having noticed the animosity. ‘Trevor and Julio? Don’t worry about them, they’re sweethearts.’
Cloud was finding it hard to concentrate as his girlfriend started to grind her muscular ass against his aching crotch, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.
Gripping her wrists, he smirked at Tifa. ‘Old regulars?’
This time, Tifa did blush, though she matched it with a naughty grin and a saucy wink. ‘Something like that.’ Giggling, her grinding intensified and the look in her eyes became more ravenous. ‘I’d have said wouldn’t you like to know, but I can feel how much you do…’
Her words and sexy admission sent a powerful surge of desire through him, his thoughts becoming decidedly less innocent. The room had lapsed into a comfortable, sexually charged silence, and as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes - hard, sweaty sex no-doubt firmly in Tifa’s mind - the deranged idea in his head had time to percolate and take hold.
What’s wrong with me?
The devil on his shoulder cut down the sensible naysayer in the back of his mind with a mighty swing of his fusion blade. Licking his suddenly dry lips, his lower mind now fully in charge and doing all the thinking, Cloud cleared his throat before speaking.
‘I feel kind of bad… hogging such an incredible experience all to myself.’ He ignored the look of shock on Tifa’s face and powered through. ‘It’s only fair you give those two massages too…for old time’s sake.’
Tifa’s shock quickly morphed into desire, her heavily lidded eyes staring down at him with lust as her grinding against his aching cock intensified, the implications of his words settling in.
‘That’s…mighty generous of you,’ she purred, her palms gently massaging his pecs as she slowly bounced, her dry-humping letting him know just how horny she was.
He wondered if his girl was imagining fucking the two hulking specimens outside already.
‘It’s only fair…’
Cloud suckled on the finger Tifa put in his mouth and groaned at the sultry look in her eyes. ‘Ahuh,’ she hummed, clearly not believing his magnanimous turn for a second. ‘Who knew my hero was such a dirty, dirty boy.’
Cloud flushed at the teasing, but still held her gaze without looking away. Yes, he may be a bit of a pervert, but he was serious.
‘Is this what you really want?’ Tifa pushed, her grinding becoming more insistent. ‘Did you like it when Jessie brought you to my shoot to watch? Is that what you are, baby? A dirty, horny voyeur? You want to watch your girl being…naughty?’
Cloud felt he didn’t really need to answer, his throbbing cock saying more than his lips could ever manage.
Ever since getting together officially, their relationship had been a pretty typical one, despite its wild beginnings. Sexually charged, for sure, but they hadn’t done anything nearly as wild as the night Cloud watched her shooting a porn film then having a threesome with Jessie.
It took him longer than he cared to admit to muster up the courage to answer. When he did though, he leaned to and breathed it directly into Tifa’s ear.
‘Yesss.’
He felt his girlfriend’s body shudder with arousal and excitement above him, and when he dropped back down onto the massage table, he eagerly gazed up to gauge her reaction.
She didn't disappoint.
Tifa's angelic face had turned beet red and her breasts heaved as her heavy breaths came in laboured pants. Her dark eyes were wide and she looked at him with a mixture of shock and raw, animalistic lust.
‘Are you sure?’ she finally whispered, staring deep into his eyes as if trying to peer into his mind directly.
Knowing what he was ultimately asking for, Cloud’s cheeks dusted pink but he didn't break eye contact with Tifa and answered in the positive, with all the sincerity he could manage while pushing aside the twinges of jealousy and shame that roiled in his guts.
It was easier than expected, those emotions were far outweighed by his raw desire.
Tifa bit her lip and whined, clearly as excited as he was. Looking around the room, her eyes fell on the man-sized stack of foam mats and she grinned saucily, her heavily-lidded gaze returning to her boyfriend's.
‘You want to watch your girlfriend running her hands over some big, oily,’ she paused to shudder, her cheeks growing redder and her smile more sultry, ‘muscles…?’
It was no secret to Cloud that Tifa had a thing for beefy guys. It was so obvious - her perving pretty conspicuous to his sharp eyes in between their bouts - that Cloud had asked her what she saw in him.
Years spent as a soldier and merc had kept his body plenty shredded and powerful, but his muscles weren't bulging like the guys his girlfriend salivated over.
She'd answered him with a roll of her eyes and a question of her own.
‘Would you still love me if I didn't have these?’ She punctuated her question by running her hands over her exposed abs before trailing them up and cupping her soft, heavy breasts. ‘Or these?’
Cloud frowned in annoyance. ‘That's not why I - oh…’
Tifa smiled indulgently at him and leaned down to capture his lips in a tender kiss. When she pulled back, she put her chin on his naked chest and started adoringly up into his glowing eyes.
‘Just because I like guys with big dicks and even bigger muscles, doesn't mean I don't like handsome pretty boys that take my breath away too…’
Cloud narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips quirking in amusement. ‘Who said anything about big dicks?’
Tifa squealed and laughed as Cloud flipped them over and started licking and nipping at her exposed neck, his hands gripping and squeezing her large, pillowy breasts as he got ready for their next round of feverish lovemaking.
Back in the present, Cloud licked his suddenly dry lips and nodded shakily, his cock throbbing with need in his suddenly too-tight briefs.
Tifa smiled, the tip of her tongue poking out and touching her upper lip sensually as she unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. When she saw how painfully hard he was, felt the evidence of his deviant arousal in the palm of her calloused hands, and saw how much his excitement was causing him to leak, her ardour very obviously spiked.
‘Then I'd best make sure my number one fan has the best seat in the house…’
Cloud didn't resist as Tifa scrambled off the table and yanked him up by the wrist. He followed, one hand holding up his loosened pants and the other grasping his massive sword as she brought him to the pile of foam mats.
Cloud watched, bemused as Tifa grabbed a nearby chair and put it in the corner of the room before throwing him down onto it. She bent down, the sturdy wire of her lace bra struggling with the heft of her heavy breasts as her loose, raven black tresses cascaded down over her shoulder and into his lap.
‘I love you,’ she whispered, her lusty frenzy momentarily replaced with tenderness.
Cloud inhaled sharply and, with his eyes locked with hers, performed the unfamiliar task of conveying his feelings as sincerely as possible through his eyes alone.
‘I love you too…’
She gave him a final kiss before, with a grunt of effort, she grabbed the entire stack of foam mats and dragged them in front of his seated position, creating a triangular pocket of space for him to hide in in the corner of the small room.
Before Cloud could voice his concerns about not being able to see anything, Tifa shoved a few loose weights nearby in between the mats at about Cloud's current eye level. From the other side of his foam hidey-hole, through the artificial, barely noticeable gap his girlfriend had created, he saw Tifa’s twinkling eye as she crouched down and stared back.
‘How's the view?’ she asked gently, her tone thick with lust and excitement. ‘Can you see everything?’
He, in fact, could. He couldn't see much of Tifa with her being so close, but before she'd blocked his view with her beautiful face, Cloud had a clear view of the centre of the room, and the massage table in its entirety.
‘Yeah,’ he answered quietly, his hand gripping his aching shaft to stop it from pulsing and swaying with his elevated heartbeat.
‘Good,’ she purred before pausing and biting her lip. ‘Are you sure about this…? I know you're horny, and I know what happened when we got together, but I don't want you to regret your decision and hate me later.’
While Cloud would have preferred to have had this conversation before he was sequestered in his foam prison, he didn't hesitate with his answer.
‘You felt how sure I was.’ After his words, delivered with his typical intensity, Tifa gasped in surprise as his hand burst out from in between layers of soft foam and cupped her warm womanhood over her skintight lycra booty shorts. Just as she felt his excitement in the palm of her hand earlier, Cloud felt hers, the junction between her legs damp and warm with her arousal. ‘I knew what kind of girl you were when we got together.’’
His tone had become much more guttural, and something in it had Tifa panting with excitement, her cheeks flushed a deep red and her breaths coming in deep, ragged pants.
‘A-and what kind of girl is that?’
Cloud stared deep into her beautiful eyes for several, tense moments. He briefly wondered what she saw in his mako-infused gaze before speaking his thoughts out loud.
‘A naughty slut.’
Tifa moaned shakily, wantonly at his words and didn’t even bother denying them, her knees buckling as she stumbled and fell against the foam mats. Her hands held a powerful, almost painful, chakra-infused grip on his wrist, forcing his palm harder against her smouldering core as she ground against it.
Making sure to keep his gaze locked with hers through his little peep hole, Cloud broke free of her hold and pulled at the hem of her already dangerously low-riding shorts, tugging them down.
‘Lose the shorts,’ he ordered, his tone gruff and demanding.
Tifa’s entire body quivered and she made a whiny, needy noise in the back of her throat…
But she obeyed.
Taking two long steps back, Tifa slowly turned on her heels, her ass flaring out in his direction. While still looking at him blindly through his little peephole from over her shoulder, Tifa hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her damp shorts down her long, powerful, pale legs.
Cloud hissed in a sharp breath of air through his teeth as he was greeted with one of the greatest sights known to man…Tifa Lockhart’s powerful ass in a sexy, black, lace thong.
She giggled at his needy groan and danced away before his hand could reach out again and pull her back. He watched as she searched through the cupboards, deliberately bending over at the waist with her legs straight and heels raised to tease him, making her already incredible ass look even better.
When she found what she was looking for, she bounced back up with a cheer and spun around with a beautiful, excited smile, a small bottle of oil held between her hands.
Massage oil.
Cloud was so turned on his cock was perpetually leaking his excitement, but he didn't say a word as his girlfriend bounced over towards the microwave so she could heat up the bottle’s contents, the heavy underwire of her bra doing little to stop her heavy breasts from bouncing with her movements.
Cloud's mouth watered as his eager eyes stared at the shadow of her delicious nipples through the sheer fabric, a sight she would be sharing with others soon.
When the microwave finished its cycle, she used a towel to pull out the hot bottle and sat it on a nearby counter before to him one final time, her teeth nibbling at her soft bottom lip
‘Last chance to back out, baby. No regrets?’
‘Go,’ he urged, his hand gripping his aching shaft. ‘Just… make sure you’re ready for what comes later.’
He hadn’t meant it to be so, but his voice was deeper than usual - almost a growl - and held a dark promise to them that had Tifa’s entire body shuddering with excitement, her eyes briefly fluttering closed before snapping open and staring directly at his little peep-hole.
Her cheeks flushed a beet red, she smiled beautifully at him and blew him a loving kiss, her excitement very obviously starting to dampen and darken the thin fabric of her panties. ‘I can’t wait… I love you, baby.’
‘I…I love you too.’
The words seemed to energise Tifa, and give her the last bit of confidence she needed to go through with their crazy plan. Gracing him with a radiant smile, she quickly fixed her hair in the nearby mirror, puckered her lips before, with a final wink towards his hiding place, she stepped out of the little room.
The silence he was left in was deafening, so much so that the rapid beating of his heart roared in his ears like a drum.
Thankfully, he didn't need to wait long.
Tifa danced back into the room with a wide smile and quick glance in the direction of his hiding spot. Trailing behind her was a huge man, his white gi untied and hanging open, revealing a body that only an entire lifetime spent pumping iron could achieve. He was bald, his huge, pale, frame bulging with rippling muscle and finger-thick veins and he loomed over his girlfriend at an impressive two metres tall.
Guy looks like he could bench press Barret…
When the man saw the massage table set up in the middle of the room, his eyes lit up, his hand subconsciously massaging at an aching muscle at the back of his wide, short neck.
‘Holy shit Teef, I thought you was joking!’ His exclamation was matched with a wide, toothy smile. Trevor - Cloud remembered that was his name - immediately started to disrobe at the sight of the table, as if he'd done similarly countless times before.
He might have…
Tifa watched the man disrobe, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and her eyes shining with desire. He wasn't wearing much, and after tossing his gi and loose pants aside, he straightened to his full height, his body looking like it was carved out of marble. Cloud didn't fall to catch the sizable bulge in the front of his tight briefs either.
Never escaping those jokes, Tifa…
Trevor let out a self-deprecating chuckle as the table groaned under his weight before slipping his face into the provided hole, his entire body sagging with relief as he made himself comfortable. The man’s huge frame made the table look tiny in comparison, but Tifa didn’t look daunted by the massive pile of bulging muscle in the least.
Quite the opposite, actually…
‘Where does it hurt?’
‘Neck and shoulder,’ the man grunted, wrapping his arms around the underside of the table and fidgeting in discomfort - Cloud idly wondered if the hefty bulge he saw in the man’s briefs was the culprit. ‘Julio threw me around like a ragdoll today…’
Tifa poured some of the warm oil onto her hands, rubbed them together before, with an understanding hum, started to massage the muscles in question.
It would almost look professional if his girlfriend wasn’t biting her lip sexily, her lusty eyes devouring Trevor’s V-shaped, heavily muscular back with desire. He groaned and instantly melted under her deceptively powerful ministrations, but that was nothing compared to the reaction she earned when Tifa started sending a steady flow of chakra directly into the most affected areas.
Trevor stilled before he let out a long, powerful groan of pleasure. It was loud, so much so that Cloud jumped in surprise at the unexpected exclamation, and he wondered if his sparring partner had heard him from wherever he was waiting.
‘Oooooh fuuuuuuck, I’ve missed this…’
Tifa giggled, her brow furrowed in concentration. ‘You two have gotten a lot better since the last time I saw you fight,’ she praised, her voice soft and soothing as she rubbed his aching muscles. ‘Particularly your footwork.’
Trevor chuckled through his moans of pleasure, currently in the process of melting into a puddle of goo. ‘We still can’t hold a candle to you.’
Tifa didn’t giggle, but her smile was smug and wide. ‘Naturally.’
‘Can’t say the same for your new… sparring partner?’
This time, Tifa did laugh at the unsubtle probing.
‘You mean my boyfriend?’ Her tone was filled with mirth as she clarified their relationship. ‘Yes, he is pretty amazing, isn’t he?’
‘Ooft, Julio’s gonna be devastated,’ Trevor observed with a rumbling chuckle. ‘Kid’s still got a massive crush on you.’
Kid? The other guy’s almost as big as him, and even wider…
This was apparently no surprise to Tifa, who just grinned and continued her heavenly work. ‘And you’re not? Do you find me hideous now that I’m taken?’ Her teasing, playful tone belied her words.
Trevor snorted like what she’d said was the most absurd thing ever. Instead, he lifted his left hand and waved it to her, his thumb poking his ring finger. ‘Hah! As if! It’s just, I got married last year!’
Tifa gasped, having genuinely not seen the ring until that moment.
Blinded by beefcake…
‘Oh wow! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!’
‘Aw shucks, thanks.’ His voice was kinda muffled by the plush leather of the massage table, but his embarrassment was obvious. ‘Marcy’s a gem, I love her a lot.’
‘Awww, that’s so sweet. She’s a very lucky girl,’ Tifa’s words were punctuated with another longing, wicked gaze at his supremely bulky and, now, oiled up body. She interrupted her perving to look directly into his hidey-hole and grin wickedly, ‘I can’t wait to get married someday either.’
Cloud felt his cheeks heat at the genuine, pointed words, images that clashed with the vibe they had going on in that moment crashing into his mind and threatening to spoil the naughty mood.
Tifa and Trevor chatted for several more minutes and caught each other up on their lives, the conversation not in the slightest bit inappropriate despite Tifa’s unseen, not-so-innocent ogling. Having watched her work the bar for almost a month now, it honestly reminded him a lot of that, of Tifa effortlessly chatting and joking with one of her regulars. She had this way about her, where she could easily make you feel like the most important person in the world with just her words and gaze alone.
It was why, he imagined, the Seventh Heaven was so popular.
I could never do that…
They did touch on the topic of her, ahem, movies, but Trevor mostly asked out of curiosity for the business side, wondering how well it paid and if they treated her well.
It was all rather dull…until it wasn’t.
‘So, uh,’ Trevor began, as he felt the massage was winding down, ‘is this really like old times? Or just a professional massage?’
Tifa didn’t even flinch or pause in her massaging of his bulging calf muscle, but her smile grew wide. ‘Such a naughty question to ask from a married man…’
‘It’s not that!’ Trevor hurried to correct and defend his honour, leaning up on his elbows so he could look back at Tifa with wide eyes. ‘Marcy and I, we, uh, we’re VIP members at the Honeybee, we get couples dances and massages all the time!’
‘Oh?’ Tifa asked, looking genuinely curious and, to Cloud’s trained eyes, very interested. ‘You’re in an open relationship?’
‘Naw, nothing like that,’ the hulking man hurried to correct, before tilting his head and thinking about it. ‘Well, maybe a little? No penetration though…’
Tifa hummed thoughtfully, her grin playful. ‘And yet you ask me such an outrageous thing, even knowing I have a boyfriend?’
Trevor froze in fear, a comical sight given their size difference, but Tifa had worked her way back up his body and had a powerful hand gripped around the back of the huge man’s neck. Cloud didn’t doubt her chakra-enhanced grip strength put the larger man’s bulging muscles and raw physical power to shame.
‘N-n-no, you’re right! It was stupi-’
Before he could even finish his sentence, Trevor froze like a moogle in the headlights, his words dying in his throat as Tifa bent down and gently started to nibble on his earlobe, her warm breath causing him to shudder in both shock and delight. His girlfriend’s eyes were locked squarely on the hole Cloud was peeping through however, and smouldering with desire.
When she let the earlobe go, she followed up the playful bite with words dripping with so much honey, it would make the proprietor of the Honeybee envious.
‘You’re lucky I’m a very naughty girl…’
Thankfully, Cloud’s sharp intake of breath was masked by Trevor’s own. With all the excitement of a kid at Christmas, the huge man flipped over on the bench, his impressive bulge now a formidable tent and his eyes wide with glee and anticipation. Tifa laughed, her eyes glued to the tent in question while her hands ran up and down his nearest, bulging bicep.
‘Fuck me, you’re so beautiful…’
‘Flattery will get you everywhere.’
Before the stunned man could reply, Tifa drew her arms back and cupped her womanhood with one hand, and a heavy breast with the other. As Trevor watched on with his mouth hanging open in delighted shock, Tifa sensuously danced her fingers up along her washboard abs until she was pinching the front clasp of her heavy-duty lace bra.
She didn’t immediately release the clasp, instead taking way too much joy from drawing it out and letting the palpable anticipation build.
Fortunately for Trevor, Tifa was as horny, if not hornier, than he was.
The sound of the clasp unsnapping was like a whip crack in the otherwise silent room, and once more, Trevor’s sharp intake of breath masked Cloud’s own.
When the lace bra gave way, the sheer fabric no longer supporting her hefty breasts, the cups parted and allowed them to sag under their own not-inconsiderable weight as gravity took hold.
‘Fuck me…’
Tifa’s saucy grin widened. ‘I thought your wife was against that?’
Cloud watched as the imposing man's cheeks reddened in embarrassment, but that was nothing compared to when Tifa rounded the table and hooked her fingers in the waist of his briefs. Trevor didn't even breathe as Tifa slowly dragged them down his powerful thighs, inch after impressive inch of the root of his insanely girthy and veiny shaft being exposed to his girlfriend's ravenous gaze.
Even Cloud was impressed when the man's endowment was fully exposed, as wide around as a can of beer and maybe an inch longer than his own.
‘Mmm,’ Tifa purred as the hem of Trevor’s briefs passed the crown and his girthy cock sprang free, slapping with a meaty thwack against his chiselled abs. ‘I remember you…’
‘Oh God,’ Trevor exclaimed, tensing as Tifa tossed his underwear aside and danced her fingers up and down the inside of his thighs, giggling at his breathy gasp when she gently brushed her nails against his sack.
Cloud, who'd just been gripping his cock as he watched intently, started to stroke himself in earnest when Tifa started fondling and groping Trevor’s large balls.
The man had screwed his eyes shut and grunted at the contact, but Cloud saw the exact moment Tifa started to channel her chakra directly into his testes. It didn't take a genius, to be fair, the huge man's reaction to the soothing energy flowing into him being rather… loud.
‘ Oh FUUUUUCK,’ he groaned, his back arched off the massage table as he gasped and wailed his pleasure. ‘Oh God I missed this so fucking much!’
Tifa giggled at his impassioned cries, but released his balls as she rounded the table once more to stand by his side. His girlfriend looked up finally, directly through his peep hole, and winked.
Cloud wondered what that was about but he immediately had to bite his first to stifle a needy groan when Tifa snuck a hand under Trevor's huge shoulders and pulled his face up directly into her low, dangling breasts.
‘Your wife won't mind this, right?’ Tifa waited until his next gasp before shoving a hard, delectable nipple into the hulking man’s mouth, who didn't so much answer with words as he did with a delighted, muffled groan and the ferocity with which he devoured Tifa's huge, pillowy breast.
His girlfriend hadn't stopped looking into his hole as she played with Trevor's balls and let him suckle on her nipple like the world's largest, ugliest baby. Cloud bit down harder in his closed first, his sudden orgasm taking him by surprise as he came all over his shredded abs.
Tifa obviously couldn’t have known that her erotic show had already caused him to climax, so she continued on with her titillating show in blissful ignorance, burying Trevor's face in her tits and finally gripping his girthy cock properly, her thumb and fingers unable to meet as she closed her first around it.
As she stroked the man's thick, veiny cock, Tifa whispered sweet nothings into his ear as she applied her chakra technique to his cock directly, earning more delighted groans and spasms from the thrashing giant.
‘That's it sweetie, you missed my boobs, didn't you? Suck them all you want…do you like how my hand feels…? Are you going to tell your wife about this?’
‘Cumming!’
‘Good boy!’ Tifa cheered, her hand moving up and down in rapid motions now as she cradled Trevor tenderly, the huge man’s entire body tensing as he reached his climax. As gouts of semen shot out of the thick member, Tifa didn’t stop stroking, nor did she flinch when the huge man pulled her tightly against him, his body convulsing with each thick, viscous shot of cum leaving his crown.
Even after the man had finished cumming, Tifa continued to slowly stroke him, her hand now almost glowing as chakra seeped into the thick, veiny shaft. Trevor trembled, his eyes screwed shut as he let out almost pitiful, pleasured whimpers.
‘How was that, sweetie?’
Trevor grunted, his hips jerking and trembling as he tried to thrust into Tifa’s tight grip. ‘Please tell me you’re back for good,’ he ground out with his eyes still screwed shut and his voice shaky. ‘I don’t think I can handle not experiencing this again…’
Tifa giggled and planted a tender kiss against the man’s temple. ‘Sorry, one night only…’
‘Fuuuuuuuuck,’ Trevor groaned in despair, almost on the verge of tears. ‘I’m so jealous of your boyfriend right now, fuck!’
Tifa giggled and Cloud couldn’t help the amused smirk that graced his features. ‘You’re more than welcome to bring Marcy over to Seventh Heaven. You did say the two of you liked couples massages? I’m sure my boyfriend would be willing to complete the experience…’
Trevor barked out an incredulous laugh. ‘No fuckin’ way! Marcy likes the pretty boys at the Honeybee way too much. If your boyfriend put his hands on her, she’d probably leave me.’
They both giggled before Tifa helped Trevor up on shaky legs and watched him dress, complimenting him on his body that he’d spent years perfecting as he pulled on his gi. Cloud almost gave himself away by laughing at the ridiculous blush on the imposing man’s cheeks.
Before he left to fetch his friend, Trevor paused at the door, his large hands on his black belt. ‘Err, Teef, Julio’s still got a massive crush on you - he’s a superfan, got all your videos, you know…?’
Tifa, standing beside Trevor by the door in just her skimpy lace thong hugged herself, her arms framing her perfect, large breasts as she smiled up at the towering man. ‘Oh, I can tell, don’t you worry sweetie.’ She winked, her shining eyes and breathtaking, infectious smile making Cloud want to charge out from his hiding place and fuck her on the massage table right there. ‘Don’t forget, I’m a naughty girl.’
Trevor gave Tifa’s nearly naked body one more long, lingering gaze, her beautiful face, large, heavy breasts, chiselled abs, powerful thighs, wide hips…
‘Fuck, fuck! I didn’t think I could get more jealous…’
Giggling, Tifa leaned up on her tippy toes and planted a lingering kiss on Trevor’s jaw before slapping him on the ass and shoving him out. ‘Send him in…’
After Trevor stumbled out with red cheeks and grumbling furiously, they had maybe a few seconds of privacy - judging by Julio’s supposed eagerness.
‘You’re incredible,’ Cloud hissed out from his hiding spot and Tifa turned towards him, leaning against the doorframe and groping her heavy breasts, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
‘Yeah?’ she teased, her smile wide and her pale cheeks turning red. ‘I hope you enjoyed the show baby, because it’s about to get a whole lot more fun…’
‘I… I love you.’
The naughtiness of her smile abated and Tifa instead blew him a kiss, her expression softening. ‘I love you too, baby.’
Predictably, Julio was quick to stumble in after Trevor. While the man wasn’t as tall as his sparring partner, he looked impossibly wider, his muscles even bulkier. Where Trevor had been wearing a white gi, Julio wore black, the top hanging open, loose and revealing his bulging brown muscles that rippled with each of his movements.
‘Ooh, someone’s eager…’
‘You have… no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of this,’ Julio gasped out, his dark eyes wide as he stared hungrily at Tifa’s nearly naked form, predictably, resting on her heavy, pale breasts.
‘Oh?’ Tifa teased, cradling her tits with her arms and somehow making them look even larger and perkier. ‘Then we’d best not waste any time. Take off your clothes and get up on the table, sweetie.’
He shuddered at the term of endearment, but hurriedly did as she bade him, his large hands shaking with excitement as he tore off his gi and dropped his loose pants. Unlike Trevor, Julio didn’t bother keeping his underwear on and Tifa hummed in approval as a freakishly huge cock sprang free and dangled between his massive thighs, a shade darker than his dusky skin.
He looked erect, but his cock was so large and heavy that gravity kept his impressive endowment pointed towards the ground. He was as girthy, or maybe even moreso, as Trevor, but he even had a few inches on his friend, his tip already leaking precum.
She’s gonna need it…
Tifa, having been ogling the imposing appendage with hunger, finally looked up into the larger man’s eyes with an impish smile. ‘I do love compliments…’
Julio looked at her in confusion, her words snapping him out of his borderline frenzy. ‘Huh? I didn’t say nothin…’
Grinning, she pointed down at his monstrous erection and winked. ‘He said plenty.’
Julio grinned proudly at the words and struck a pose, his fists on his hips and muscles all flexing.
‘Can your pretty-boy boyfriend compare to this?’
Tifa kept smiling but her eyes flashed dangerously. Reaching up, she put a warning finger on his lips and Cloud had to stifle his laugh as the man’s eyes tracked the digit until they crossed.
‘We’re having fun here Julio, don’t say something… silly to spoil the mood.’
His eyes widened when he realised his mouth might have robbed him of his turn with the most beautiful woman on the planet. He bowed his head and apologised instantly and Tifa’s genuine smile returned, her arm held out towards the table and inviting Julio to lie down.
Cloud wasn’t an idiot. He saw the way Tifa eyed the guy’s bodybuilder physique hungrily, he noticed the way her gaze kept returning to his freakishly huge cock. Physically, this guy ticked all her boxes.
Yet the fact that she still had the presence of mind to not only defend his honour, but clearly put out a warning that any further disparagement wouldn’t be tolerated had his heart bursting with all sorts of mushy feelings he wasn’t typically used to feeling.
With the only difference being that both were far less clothed, the massage proceeded exactly the way the one with Trevor had, with Tifa and Julio engaging in a bit of small talk while she lathered her hands with warm oil and rubbed his aching muscles, passing her chakra into his aching shoulders and pecs.
Julio had barely begun telling her about how his construction job helped build his physique when the chakra passing into his pecs robbed him of all speech other than appreciative moans and groans.
As much as Tifa enjoyed the small talk, she looked far more interested in feeling up Julio’s bulging muscles, her bottom lip perpetually between her teeth as she stood behind his head and administered her massage. With Julio opting to strip completely naked for his massage, and having Tifa focus on his front, his girlfriend had an unobstructed view of the man’s huge, writhing cock resting imposingly against his abs.
Her massage was focused on the man’s pecs, but Cloud was certain she drew closer and closer to his cock with every stroke down his body, her eyes locked on her true target.
As much as Julio was enjoying the massage, Trevor’s warning held true. The man had one thing on his mind, and his girlfriend wasn’t much better, the previous massage only ending in release for one of the participants.
Tifa rounded the table, her fingers dancing lower and lower down Julio’s body, moving over each of his bulging muscles with one destination clear in her mind. Julio’s cock was awe-inspiring, and it didn’t take long for Tifa’s fingers to be brushing up against his eager, leaking crown.
The second her fingers came in contact with her prize, the moment she attempted to close her fist around his girthy shaft, Julio’s hand shot out like lightning and grabbed her wrist, his eyes wide and his breath coming in ragged pants.
‘D-do you still offer the -’ he began, his eyes fluttering closed and a long, drawn out moan escaping his lips when Tifa grinned at the interruption and started to pass chakra directly into his cock. Julio’s entire body convulsed in pleasure and he curled in on himself, his head buried in Tifa’s soft, pillowy tits as she giggled at his reaction.
‘I’m sorry, Sweetie,’ she cooed, one hand gliding up and down his immense shaft - his crown leaking copious fluids and mixing with warm oil to completely eliminate any friction - while the other cupped and fondled his massive balls. ‘I interrupted you, what were you saying?’
Julio’s entire body was tensed with effort, his muscles flexing and bulging while a steady stream of moans and groans poured out of his mouth. Still, he managed to force his eyes open and stare up into Tifa’s eyes imploringly, like an overgrown child, his head resting against her pillowy breast.
‘F-full service,’ he implored in desperation, his prodigious cock pulsing in Tifa’s hands. ‘I w-want the full service, p-please.’
Cloud had no idea what he was talking about, but he could guess, his girlfriend’s reaction speaking volumes. Tifa had immediately stopped her masturbating and started nibbling at her bottom lip in consideration. It was clear she wanted to give in, but was holding back.
Can’t have that…
With Julio staring up imploringly into Tifa’s eyes, Cloud felt assured in raising his hand above the top of the pile of foam mats, his thumb raised in the universal signal of approval.
Tifa didn’t make it obvious by looking up directly, but Cloud was sure she’d caught the gesture in her periphery because her smile widened and she stepped away from the naked man on her massage table. Hilariously, he looked like his dreams had been crushed, his eyes watering and his bottom lip quivering.
Tifa didn’t let him wallow in misery for long.
His girlfriend turned her back to both Julio and Cloud’s hiding position and, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong, she swayed her hips from side to side and slowly pulled the offending bit of lace down her long, pale legs. Bent over at the waist, Tifa stepped out of her panties while both Julio and Cloud salivated like hungry dogs at Tifa’s exposed, meaty ass and juicy, glistening, bald lips.
With a shaky hand, Julio reached out and cupped a muscled cheek, his thumb coming up to brush her glistening lips. Tifa rose halfway and arched her back, looking over her shoulder with a naughty smile.
‘Ooh, someone’s eager…’
‘I’ve dreamt about this every night for years…’
That earned him a giggle as Tifa straightened up and spun around, her large breasts swaying from side to side with the rapid movement. Julio dropped back on his elbows, his eyes wide as she strode towards the table and flung one long, muscular leg over his prone form and hopped up to straddle him, sitting on his thighs and balancing herself on his pecs, his immense shaft was mere inches away from her naked, dripping pussy.
‘What exactly did you mean by full service?’ Tifa teased, gyrating atop Julio as the man stared up at her in wonder, his mouth hung open in disbelief.
He quickly snapped himself out of his daze though.
‘I want to fuck you…’
Tifa purred, her back arching and her hips gyrating as she danced to an inaudible tune above the naked slap of prime masculinity, her lips quirked in an impish, smug grin.
With the way the massage table was orientated almost perpendicularly in relation to his hiding spot, Cloud’s view was basically of Tifa’s ass gyrating and coming down to rest on Julio’s massive balls repeatedly - with each cycle, she’d grind her nethers against Julio’s before beginning anew. He could just make out Julio leaning up to capture Tifa’s heavy, dangling breasts and pebbled nipples between his lips, but what really grabbed his attention was watching Tifa slowly work her way higher and higher up Julio’s body, her bare glistening pussy gliding along his naked shaft until it sprung up behind her and slapped with a meaty thwack against her powerful ass.
Cloud’s mouth went dry, his mind going back to the porn shoot he’d watched with Jessie as Tifa blindly reached behind her and started running her fingers up and down Julio’s glistening, imposing shaft.
‘Are you ready, Baby?’ Tifa purred, and though she had her back to him, her eyes no doubt locked with her soon-to-be lover’s, Cloud felt the words were for him.
Cloud didn’t answer aloud, obviously, but she did as he desired regardless, her fingers gliding up the shaft one final time until they reached Julio’s leaking head. Rising up on her knees, Tifa gently guided the large tip of his cock until it kissed the entrance to her eager, leaking womanhood, the mushroom shaped head spreading her deliciously tight lips around it.
Tifa spent an entire minute riding Julio’s desperate thrusts, giggling as she pulled out of reach each time he whined and attempted to spear his mighty tool into her love canal. Eventually, her horniness overriding her need to tease, Tifa lowered herself and finally allowed the huge cock to spear its way into her, her pussy so tight that Julio’s cock bent under the pressure before it finally overcame her inherent resistance and forced its way into her warm, velvety embrace.
Both let out deep, guttural groans of ecstacy, Tifa’s head flinging back as she looked up at the ceiling of the dark room.
Cloud’s mouth was hanging open with shock and raw desire. He had the perfect view to watch as Julio’s obscene cock burrowed its way into his girl’s tight pussy, her lips spreading wide as she sank deeper and deeper. While Cloud’s endowment was more than enough to butt up against his girl’s cervix, he didn’t even come close to stretching her like this guy did, and he felt like her moans of approval reflected that.
‘Oooooh, yessssss,’ she gasped, her hips swaying from side to side as she tried to get as much of the monolithic shaft inside her as possible. ‘You’re so big, Sweetie, you’re stretching me so good.’
Julio didn’t speak - Cloud suspected it had something to do with man having a mouthful of his girlfriend’s tit - but Cloud couldn’t have cared less, his eyes were glued to the erotic sight of Tifa’s tight pussy sinking down on the thick, veiny shaft, then her inner lips clinging jealously to it as she slowly worked her way back up.
Why is this so hot…?
He didn’t know, but Cloud’s cock was aching and straining with arousal. With a careless shrug, he was back to jerking off to the sight of his girl fucking another man, and he found himself not really caring about the why.
Just as Cloud was about to cum all over himself again, the scene before him changed up. He paused his stroking, his breath catching in his throat as Tifa spun around atop Julio, his massive cock slipping out of her with a spray of juices. She looked positively radiant, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and her face flushed crimson. Smiling naughtily towards his peep hole, Tifa planted her feet either side of Julio’s beefy body and reached down to guide him once more into her needy, now gaping womanhood, this time maintaining eye contact with him as she sank back down onto the jaw-dropping cock.
It went in a lot easier this time…
Cloud didn’t cum right away, but when Tifa started moaning, her voice like a choir of angels, and as her abs and thighs flexed while holding the awkward position, her tits lolling around on her chest like a pair of overstuffed water balloons, he was done.
With a grunt that wasn’t as quiet as he’d have liked it to be, Cloud released his second load for the evening with an almost pained gasp, and Tifa’s strained smile widened in glee, clearly having heard him.
With how hot and erotic the scene before him was, it didn’t take long for Cloud to recover, especially when Julio came inside his girl with a long, drawn out groan, his balls and shaft visibly pulsing as it released jet after jet of cum into her eager womb. The seal Tifa’s pussy had around Julio’s massive hog was so tight, nothing escaped as he no-doubt unloaded a massive load inside his girl, but knowing that her womb must be overflowing with the man’s cum mad Cloud shudder with desire almost as much as watching his girlfriend’s incredible ass bouncing up and down on his cock had.
‘I’ve got one more!’ Julio gasped, clearly terrified Tifa would end things there now that he’d released inside her. His girlfriend giggled but didn’t protest when Julio put her in the doggy position and kneeled behind her, his large frame looming ominously behind her slight, pale one as he slipped inside her flooded core.
Cloud shuddered as Tifa’s eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned, biting her lip as Julio gripped her powerful hips and started to thrust. Though he saw far less of the explicit action given they were now facing his hiding position, watching Tifa’s beautiful face contort in pleasure as Julio thrust into her over and over, as well as watching her heavy, pendulous breasts sway with her motions was just as hot..
Cloud could have easily cum again at the sight, but he felt Julio wouldn’t last much longer, and he wanted to save as much of himself for Tifa as possible. Despite wanting nothing more than to beat off like a monkey, his mind screaming at him for pleasure, Cloud mustered a not inconsiderable amount of will to still his hand.
He didn’t suspect either of them would be getting much sleep that night.
Cloud suspected he’d need to bring his A-game.
Tifa didn’t protest when Julio started spanking her, their moans increasing in intensity as they raced towards their climax.
‘You love my big dick, don’t you Tifa? Naughty girl, yeah, so naughty!’
With her eyes still locked on Cloud’s through his peephole, Tifa bit her lip and smiled. ‘Yeah, it’s so good, oooh, you’re stretching me so good, nnh, fuck me, f-fuck me hard Julio!’
The man flung his head back, sinking in as deep as he could go and let out his second release of the evening with an almighty roar. Tifa shuddered at the feeling of her womb being filled with hot seed once more, the deluge of Julio’s release finally triggering her own orgasm as she collapsed onto the massage bed, her face buried in the plush leather as she let out a long, draw-out, muffled groan.
Cloud watched it all, a brutal stranglehold on his cock so he could save whatever orgasms he had left that evening for his stunning, sexy, slutty girlfriend.
When Tifa got off the table however on wobbly and unsteady legs and embraced Julio in a big hug, it was all he could do to not cum right there when he saw the man’s seed starting to dribble out of her gaping core - it was thick, viscous and plentiful as it slowly seeped down her pale thigh like a river of lava.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll clean up here, you can go home.’
‘You’re sure?’ Julio asked, dressed once more in his gi after their ardour had died down. Tifa was again wearing her sexy sparring outfit, a noticeable damp spot in her crotch as Julio’s cum continued to seep out of her.
Tifa kissed Julio on the cheek and slapped his ass, pushing him towards the door. ‘Yes, I’m sure, now go.’
Before he could be shoved out into the hallway, the large man turned with a puppy-dog eye look on his face. ‘When can we do this again?’
Tifa smiled pityingly at the man and shook her head apologetically. ‘One-time deal, Sweetie, I’m sorry.’
Julio frowned but nodded in understanding. ‘Then I’ll treasure the memories of tonight for the rest of my life…’
It took about three nanoseconds after Tifa had shut the door behind Julio for Cloud to be behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her sweaty neck.
‘Oooh, who’s that? I’m terribly sorry, I’m afraid I’m all done for the evening, no more massages,’ Tifa moaned playfully, an unmistakable hint of mischief in her tone as well as the tiniest amount of relief - had she suspected he might be mad?
Ridiculous.
Tifa arched her back and pressed her toned ass against his achingly hard crotch, groaning as Cloud ground his cock against her powerful ass and soiled pussy.
‘Someone feels…excited…’
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They could barely keep their hands off each other as they hurriedly cleaned up the old break room in record time, but that was nowhere near as impressive as the speed with which they hurried back to Tifa’s place in the Sector 7 slums.
They’d barely made it into her apartment when Cloud had torn off all their clothes and spun his girlfriend around, slamming her stunning, naked form against the hard, wooden door. Rather than be turned off by the rough treatment, his spicy girl bared her teeth at him, a wild grin gracing her beautiful features.
Tifa lifted her chin, exposing her slender neck to him with an eager, desperate look in her eyes.
Cloud happily obliged. Tifa’s surprised squeal and ecstatic as he gently bit down on her throat at the same time as he slid his tortured cock into her loose, sloppy, molten hot core was otherworldly.
‘Ooooh, yes Baby, reclaim me, reclaim your slutty girlfriend! Oooh, I’ve been so bad! Yes, yes, punish me! Mmmmmnh!’
Cloud was barely capable of speech at that point, but he still managed to pull back so he could stare deeply into her eyes as he brutally ravished her, his hips snapping back and forth with a mechanically precision as Tifa wrapped her legs around his waist, draped her arms over his shoulders and stared right back.
The apartment was filled with the wet, meaty thwacks of skin-on-skin contact, but despite staring deeply into his girlfriend’s smouldering eyes, he couldn’t quite ignore the huge, jiggling breasts in his periphery.
They were distracting, the naughty sacks of fat trying to steal his attention away from the eyes of the woman he loved.
Gritting his teeth, Cloud shoved his girl harder against the heavy wooden door, earning a shocked gasp and a widening of her eyes. That reaction was nothing compared to the one he earned with his next, surprising action. Reaching back, Cloud swung an open palm at Tifa’s heavy, flailing tit, the right one. He wasn’t gentle, and the impact caused the heavy sack of fat to crash into the other, her skin rippling distractedly at the rough treatment as her tits jiggled and swayed wildly.
Rather than being upset at the strike, Tifa bit her lip to stifle a needy groan, but didn’t quite succeed. Grinning savagely, Cloud covered her mouth with one hand and slapped her tits again with the other.
With her boyfriend attempting to muffle her cries, Tifa didn’t hold back her response, her approving squeal barely contained by his hand. Somehow, this just turned Cloud on even more.
Before they could become lost in one another however, they were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door Cloud was fucking Tifa against.
Cloud wasn’t in the right state of mind to think clearly. He’d instantly suspected the knock to have come from someone in a neighbouring apartment who didn’t appreciate the lewd sounds of their passionate lovemaking so late at night.
That’s rich, given the shit I’ve been forced to listen to at all hours around here…
So annoyed, he pulled out of Tifa and ripped the door open to give the annoyance his strongest death glare, uncaring of his nakedness.
His anger instantly drained away when he saw who was on the other side.
Jessie grinned saucily up at him as she eyed his naked body and glistening, hard cock with raw hunger.
‘Wow…Tifa said you’d might be in the mood, didn’t think you’d answer the door in the nude though Cutie…’
Standing in Tifa’s open doorway, he looked between Jessie, who was dressed cutely in a slinky red dress and eyeing him with raw hunger, and Tifa, he leaned against the wall and stared up at him with a sexy, faux innocent look that had his cock throbbing with need. Both women were separated by the heavy wooden door, and his gaze flittered from one to the other several times before he sighed in resignation, an amused grin on his lips as he stepped aside and allowed a giddy Jessie entrance.
When did Tifa even have time to call her…?
The door had barely closed behind Jessie before both women, giggling like psychopaths, started to shove him towards the bed. Before he could collapse into its soft embrace however, Jessie grabbed his wrist and turned to Tifa with a saucy grin.
‘So…what’s got you two so riled up…?’
Cloud’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson when Tifa didn’t even hesitate to tell her, describing the events as they happened at the gym. Jessie listened with wide eyes and a lascivious smile, her hands rubbing over his naked body, right up until Tifa got to the part where Julio fucked her.
Without interrupting, Jessie sank to her knees and almost subconsciously took his cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Tifa’s as she eagerly listened to the erotic story, her fingers rubbing over her clit as her eager lips slid up and down Cloud’s glistening shaft.
Almost thankful I jacked off twice back at the gym…
With the story concluded, Cloud sucked in a sharp breath when Tifa finally joined Jessie on the floor with a naughty smile, kneeling behind him and watching Jessie suck his cock from his hip. The retelling of her little consensual affair had clearly had an effect on her libido, which had only sky-rocketed since Jessie had joined them.
Jessie pulled off his cock with a gasp, a string of his excitement enticingly linking her lips to his crown. ‘That’s so fucking hot… how the hell are you so damn lucky…?’
Tifa looked up at Cloud and winked cheekily before answering. ‘I dunno, but I think it’s time you help me show my man how appreciative I am of him…’
Jessie returned Tifa’s wicked grin and both women looked up at him from their kneeling positions before getting to work.
Predictably, Jessie swallowed his cock again, her eyes feeling like they were boring into his soul.
Cloud gasped in shock at what Tifa did though, having immediately lost track of her when she crawled to his rear. He didn’t have long to be confused when a wet, slimy appendage started to poke and prod at his ass, gently teasing his sphincter before rimming him until he relaxed…
As the women attacked him from both ends, Cloud ran his fingers through each of their hairs and groaned, swaying on his feet as Tifa used her immense strength to hold him steady.
Worth it…