The Stairwell

The stairwell smelled old and musty, as new as the building was. It was littered with boxes, but no guards. And that was the important thing for Cloud. Beside him, Barret growled.

"You have got to be shittin' me," he hissed. Cloud rolled his eyes.

"Nope. We're a lot less likely to get caught this way," Cloud said quietly.

"But a lot more likely to die of boredom."

"It's only fifty-nine floors."

Tifa was getting limbered up, her round ass a bastioned of softness between her strong legs and toned abs. Cloud shook his head, ridding himself of the distraction as he started the climb.

"Hey, wait up. Guess these labs… and shit...are all the way at the very top?" Barret said, already panting as he struggled to keep up with Cloud.

"Yep. The very top."

"That's… good to know…"

Around floor thirty, Cloud saw Tifa sitting down and getting a breather. Cloud sat down beside her. She was looking contemplative.

"We're going to have fights up ahead, right?" she asked.

"Probably," Cloud said, taking out some water and sipping at it.

"You know ... with the chip. Even being around Barret can get me overheated. Should probably take a break and purge that out of me, so I'm ready."

"Purge?" Cloud asked. "Oh .... oh! Do you want me go downstairs a bit so you can have privacy?"

"No," Tifa said, shaking her head. "It's time you started watching." Cloud stared at her, gulping.

"What you two talkin' about?" Barret said, finally catching up, bent over at the waist.

"Nothing, Daddy. Daddy ... umm ... I need you," Tifa said, her reddish-brown eyes big as she stared at the bull. Sitting next to her, Barret looked impossibly huge from this angle.

"Oh that right. In front of the twink?" Barret said, smirking.

"Yes, Daddy," Tifa said. "He needs to come to grips with his place in the world."

"Well, that's for damn sure," Barret groused. He reached down, casually undoing his belt, his pants dropping to the floor. His cock was impossibly huge and thick, like the man itself, the thick head of it ensconced in thick foreskin. Tifa reached out, delicately taking a hold of it and sniffing, from the heavy black balls to the large dip, which leaked out a dollop of precum. Her lips wrapped around the tip, sucking the precum out, and purring. Her breasts wobbled as she started to blow her man. Cloud watched, not sure what he wanted more. To suck Barret's cock or service Tifa. Instead, he did nothing.

He just watched. Watched as Tifa fed on Barret's large, musky cock. Watched the Black man wrap his hands around his crush's skull, as he settled in to pound her throat. And then he prodded Tifa onto all fours, mounting her like the bitch she was. Surprisingly, she reached out for Cloud, wrapping herself around his lithe form as Barret's cock pushed into her sodden cunt.

"Oh fuck!" Tifa squealed. Almost ****, she reached down, rubbing Cloud's crotch, tugging out his tiny penis. She almost snorted as she tugged it a couple of times, then putting it back into Cloud's pants as she wrapped her arms around him, her lips soft and wet on his ear.

"You're a fucking cuck, Cloud," she murmured. "She that fuckin' Black cock in me? That's a Daddy dick there. And you ... you just don't measure up, sweetie."

The intensity of being so close to fucking without fucking ... still having never penetrated a pussy ... overwhelmed the addled Cloud. He started whining, bucking his hips forward as he lost control, seeding himself. Tifa chuckled.

"We'll get you some more panties soon, sweetie. Now watch me fuck."