Landlady

Cloud woke up late the next day. He rubbed his face as he showered. He was still in disbelief over what he'd done last night. Even if it'd been the product of confusion, the fact was he'd fucked male ass before any hole of a woman. It made him burn with shame. He was walking towards Seventh Heaven to explain to Tifa that what she saw wasn't him, when an old, frizzy haired woman called out to him.

"You must be Cloud. I'm Marle, your landlady. Your rent is overdue," she said matter of factly. He followed her into her apartment.

"I get paid for a job today," Cloud said.

"Not Gil, you silly man. Head. My late husband left me a fortune. I moved down to the slums, bought the Stargazer, and trade a warm bed for favors," she said, stripping. Her body was wrinkled, with saggy tits, pale flesh and a hairy, untamed pussy. Cloud looked at it, disenchanted.

"No," he said firmly.

"You don't have leverage Cloud. Tifa told me about Marco. Wouldn't be good for everyone to know that secret." Cloud fumed, then approached and knelt.

"Such a pretty man. Ever tasted pussy before Cloud?" Cloud shook his head. "My oh my. Well, remember the clit..."

He focused on the clit, the lips, gradually letting his soft tongue slip inside her. She clutched his spiky blonde hair, guiding him, teaching him and finally grinding on his face as she came in his mouth. And despite his misgivings and disgust, he stood up, starting to unzip his trousers.

"Oh no, pretty boy, you're too ... effete for me," Marle said, declining. "I prefer rugged, and would prefer not thinking of you and Marco. But we can just chat, even about Tifa."

"What's she to you?" Cloud asked.

"The daughter I never had. Now skedaddle ... she's at the bar, waiting for you to help her with air filters."

"Yes ma'am," Cloud said.