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Hypnofantasy	By : RustyBlade Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 25548 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Hypno Fun
- 1
Tifa Lockhart, the busty bar-hostess from sector seven, strolled down the densely packed alleyway while looking around suspiciously. Much like the rest of sector seven, this particular section of Midgar real-estate was rundown, the flanking tenement buildings crumbling into disrepair. As she strolled down the alleyway with long, powerful strides, Tifa was on the constant look out for danger.
"What have I gotten myself into," she breathed, her pretty lips forming into a scowl.
Her lithe body closed the distance as she headed towards the designated meeting place; a particularly grungy space behind the local machine shop. At this time of night, the only lighting was provided by badly maintained light bulbs that flickered on and off, casting shifting shadows across the trash strewn alleyway. Gang signs and other poorly scribbled out graffiti decorated the slimy walls in large, multicoloured neon lettering.
Tifa had received an anonymous letter which had threatened to reveal one of her most precious secrets; that her bar, the 7th Heaven, was the meeting place for various criminal elements. While it didn't mention Avalanche directly, Tifa was smart enough to read between the lines.
Unless she came to this meeting place, alone and unarmed, the blackmailer would reveal this information to the local Shinra authorities, which in turn would spell the end for Avalanche, herself and her closest friends.
As she navigated through the backalleys, Tifa noticed several homeless men staring at her from within their makeshift cardboard box homes, their hungry eyes roaming across her busty, athletic body. She had come dressed in her usual attire, her large bust barely concealed underneath a sleeveless white top while her lower-half was clad in a scandalously short leather miniskirt which displayed plenty of her long, creamy white legs.
Black suspenders hung from her belt all the way up over her shoulders, framing her generous bosom quite nicely. Her impressively sized tits created a deep cleavage, one which her customers enjoyed taking sneak peeks at whenever they thought that she wasn't looking. Still, you didn't choose to work as a bar-hostess by sweating the little things, and besides, she quite enjoyed the attention, provided that the patrons kept their busy little hands to themselves.
As she walked, her figure attracted lecherous stares from the assembled vagrants, one of which, who was slumped up within a doorway with a beer bottle clutched in one hand, complimented Tifa on her big pair of swaying tits. Shutting the hobo up with a vicious looking glare, she did her best to ignore the catcalls with a practiced ease. Sighing, the beautiful brunette strolled down the dark alleyway, her hands flexing in readiness.
While she might appear unarmed, just another vulnerable looking woman roaming the rough streets of Midgar, her entire body had been honed as a fighting weapon. While the crew was preoccupied with blowing up the sector one reactor, she would deal with this potential threat herself before they returned.
"Cloud," she whispered under her breath as she walked deeper into the seedy underbelly of the sector seven slums. She sincerely hoped that her childhood friend, one of her last living links to her past, returned safely from the reactor assault.
***
Keith Peterson waited outside behind the dirty machine shop, eagerly looking out for the brown haired beauty. He'd picked his spot well, the dimly lit alleyway was full of gutted automobiles and empty wooden crates, much like a mechanical graveyard. Trying to keep his breathing at a respectable level, he peered out from behind one of the crates and waited. The gloomy passageway appeared empty, the scrap husks empty and lifeless. This time at night, criminals prowled the slums, looking for easy pray and a quick Gil.
"Or was it daytime?" he mused, his voice no more than a whisper. It was sometimes hard to tell with the monolithic plate covering up the sky.
Some time later, the stunning Tifa Lockhart came strolling out of the gloom, a rare piece of beauty in an otherwise filthy and rundown city. Keith pressed his back up against the crate and waited, his heart thumping hard against his chest. This was his moment, his chance to finally claim the object of his desire; the busty barmaid from sector seven that so many men fantasized about.
He'd noticed that some of his lowlife friends - a group of pickpockets from sector six - had began to frequent Tifa's bar, something which he had used to his advantage. Nobody wanted Shinra agents nosing around their business, demanding hush money and throwing around not-so-vague threats of disclosure.
He heard footsteps tapping down the alleyway and froze, his back pressing up against one of the wooden crates. Peering over the box, he watched with baited breath as Tifa Lockhart, the stunning bar hostess who everyone had the hots for, strolled towards the back of the machine shop.
She looked absolutely stunning, a rare jewel of beauty in an otherwise oppressively miserable looking alleyway. Tifa approached his hiding place, her big breasts swaying enticingly with each and every step. Keith had often wondered if the busty Tifa actually wore a bra, or if she intentionally dressed sexily in order to entice customers.
Keith grinned, one of his hands stroking the silver crown sitting atop his head for luck. The hypno-crown, which would enable even an amateur materia user such as himself to control the minds of others, would enable him to find out the answer to that question firsthand. Keith mentally rehearsed the lines he had practiced beforehand and stepped outside into the open.
***
Tifa fell into a fighting stance as the mystery stranger stepped out from the shadows, her hands clenched into fists, her gloved fingers held just below her clear red eyes. She recognized the man as Keith, one of her regulars who always tried to peer down her cleavage. The guy was a total creeper, but Tifa had never had to throw the man out, which is more than she could say for many of the Seventh Heaven's unruly customers.
"Keith," said Tifa, not lowering her guard, "what are you doing here?"
"I'm-" he began before Tifa cut him off.
"Look, get out of here before you get hurt," Tifa said, not unkindly as she dropped her hands. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone who might not react well to extra visitors."
"Wait," he said indignantly, "I'm the one calling the shots here! I'm the one who sent that letter! You'd better listen to what I have to say!"
Keith just blurted out whatever came to mind, completely forgetting his mental script. Tifa looked at him for a long moment before shaking her head, her dark brown, waste length hair swaying against her skirt-clad posterior. She couldn't believe that this pathetic boozehound was the mysterious blackmailer.
"Listen to me, Keith," she said, firmly and without any trace of the amiable bar-hostess that Keith was familiar with. "I'm not in the mood for any practical jokes right about now. If you sent me that blackmail letter, then you've got some serious explaining to do."
"I don't have to explain anything to you, bitch," he said, mustering up what little courage he had. He focused all his mental energies into the hypno-crown and said, "you will obey my commands, Tifa Lockhart!"
"Did you just call me a bitch!?" Tifa said, incredulously. She took a single step forwards, her hands balling into fists. Keith shrunk backwards, stumbling over a discarded beer bottle as he attempted to put some distance between them. Even as Tifa sauntered towards him, Keith couldn't help but stare at the way her lovely big tits jiggled suggestively with each and every step.
"I was planning on playing nice with you Keith," Tifa said, frowning as she noticed where exactly the pathetic man was looking. "I really was, but if that's your attitude, then I'll just have to beat the answers out of you!"
"St-stay... stand still!" Keith ordered, the manipulate materia glowing hotly against his belt. Tifa stopped advancing, her displeased face still glowering at the man but she didn't move, at least for the time being.
"Wh-what... have you done to me?" she said, her feet firmly rooted to the spot. She stared at Keith who was suddenly wearing a shit-eating grin on his stupid looking face. The busty barmaid really felt like punching his lights out, but couldn't move, despite her best wishes.
"Wow!" Keith said, clapping his hands together, "I cannot believe it really works!"
Sure he'd tested the hypno-crown on random bystanders, but considering his lack of talent when it came to materia, he'd still been apprehensive about it working on the stunning sector seven hostess. Rubbing his hands together, he decided that a more thorougher demonstration was in order.
"Are you even listening to me?" yelled Tifa with increasing desperation, her sweet voice echoing around the deserted alleyway. "I don't know what you're playing at, but-"
"Show me your tits," ordered Keith.
"Wa-wait!" Tifa said, her gloved hands moving with a mind of their own.
Instead of smashing his face in, Tifa gasped in surprise as her fingers found the underside of her white top before pulling it up towards her shoulders. Keith watched with no small amount of astonishment as the undersides of her large, creamy boobs were slowly revealed as they tugged against her clothing. With one last reluctant pull, Tifa's bare breasts were fully revealed as they flopped out into the open.
"Bastard!" Tifa snapped, her fierce words somewhat undermined as she bared her heavy breasts for Keith's viewing pleasure. Each well formed orb featured a tasty looking pink nipple which were both stiffening in the cold, evening air. Despite their large size, they looked firm and without a hint of sag.
"No bra, huh?" murmered Keith in wonderment. "I guess you need to advertize those big tittys for all the punters."
"That's... you'd better stop this before you make me angry, Keith!"
"That's always been the reason that I visited the Seventh Heaven," Keith said, ignoring Tifa's protests as he feasted his eyes upon her naked tits. "Just to catch a glimpse of those puppies."
Keith took a few cautious steps towards his beautiful captive until he was standing just in front of her. While he half-expected Tifa to act violently, all she could do was shoot him an angry glare, her hands preoccupied with holding up her top. Reaching out, tentatively at first, he cupped both of her lovely tits and lifted them up within his palms, feeling the pleasing weight.
Tifa gave a short yelp as Keith roughly squeezed her ample mounds within his fingers, the soft, supple flesh sinking in between his grasping digits. He'd often fantasized about feeling up the sexy bar hostess, about seeing her naked tits that so many other customers lusted over, and now here he was, finally fulfilling his lewd desires! Keith was so caught up in molesting Tifa's generous jugs, that he completely forgot all about his earlier trepidations.
"Stop squeezing them so tightly," Tifa pleaded, her eyes firmly closed as she felt her sensitive breasts ruthlessly manhandled. Tifa's cheeks flushed with shame. She couldn't believe that such a lowlife was freely fondling her tits in public. While the alleyway was seemingly deserted, she had to work out exactly what was happening, before someone stumbled onto this captivating sight.
"Don't think that you'll get away with this! My friends back at the- eek!"
Tifa yelped in surprise, her red eyes shooting open as she felt something wet swallow up her nipple. Looking down between the deep valley of her breasts, she saw with alarm that Keith was hungrily sucking on her left tit like a baby, happily mumbling to himself as his tongue licked and flickered across her pink nipple. Not letting up, his other hand kneaded Tifa's other boob, his hand rolling around her supple skin while he sloppily nursed on her teat.
"Uuu, mmfuu, stop sucking my..." Tifa moaned. She considered shouting out for help, her arms trembling as this horrible man slobbered all along the slope of her creamy boob. Not parting his lips from her succulent skin, Keith licked across her chest, tasting her feminine scent until he guided her other sniff nipple into his mouth.
Keith spent a long time sucking and mauling Tifa's generous bosom, so much so, that by the time he was finally satisfied, Tifa's breasts were glistening with his wet saliva. The busty bar hostess groaned breathlessly, her big tits incredibly tender after the thorough tongue-lashing and groping she had endured. Her slender fingers were shacking, her hands barely able to hold up her top as she heaved in lungfuls of air.
Keith moved back a step, licking his lips. Tifa stood before him, still holding up the front of her white top, her big breasts shaking as she caught her breath. Speechless for now, Tifa just contented herself with glaring angrily at her abuser. She didn't want to provoke him any further until she worked out exactly how he was controlling her movements.
Her panicked mind racing, she eyed the stupid looking crown sitting atop his head thoughtfully.
Keith admired his handiwork for a moment, at the alluring way that Tifa's generous mammaries heaved up and down before ordering her to follow him behind the crates. "Walk behind the crates," he commanded, indicating the area behind the machine shop. While he could have happily played with her tits for the entire evening, his bulging erection had other ideas.
Tifa grimaced, her feet seemingly moving with a mind of their own as she closed the distance. Of course, she could always just scream out at the top of her lungs but two reasons sealed her red lips. One, she still didn't know what Keith knew about the so called 'criminal elements' hanging around her bar and two; the kind of people hanging around the gloomy Midgar alleyways at night weren't exactly the heroic type. As the voluptuous woman passed him, Keith gave her leather-clad ass a playful slap.
"Hyuuu!" Tifa yelped, her cute voice music to his ears. "You're not going to get away with this, scumbag! I know your name, Keith Peterson! If you even have a single shred of decency left in you, you'll let me go before you take things too far!"
"Oh, don't you worry, Tifa," Keith said while staring at her swaying bottom.
"Really?" Tifa said hopefully, her smile hidden as she reached the grimy brick wall, her smooth back facing him. Tifa flinched as she felt rough fingers stroke down through the soft strands of her waste length hair which ended in a cute looking dolphin-tail split. One hand stroked lightly against her firm buttocks which filled Tifa with a different kind of fear.
"I'm not a cruel man, Tifa," Keith whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. "How about this? If you suck my cock, I'll think about letting you go."
"No way!" Tifa snapped, her comely face twisting into a scowl. "You're out of your mind! There's no way I'm putting that disgusting little thing into my mouth!"
"Humph! Turn around Tifa and you can see just how small it is for yourself."
Reluctantly, Tifa turned around, her beautiful face aghast as she beheld Keith's flaccid cock. The disgusting man had already pulled his trousers down around his ankles, one hand held around his rapidly hardening shaft. His cock was anything but small, not that Tifa had much experience with that kind of thing.
"Oh, you can put your arms down now," Keith said, more as an afterthought than anything, "but you're forbidden to harm me or call for help."
Keith silently congratulated himself on his foresight. He wasn't nearly as stupid as he looked. How could he be, when he had the beautiful Tifa Lockhart at his beck and call, the same Tifa Lockhart that everyone secretly lusted over, her big shapely tits hanging out for his eyes only.
"Please, don't make me touch that thing!" Tifa pleaded, her anger quickly turning to desperation.
"Instead of complaining, why don't you show me a little more enthusiasm. You'll act like a cock-hungry whore, just like the slutty barmaid that everyone suspects you are! Now, beg me to suck my cock, bitch!"
"Please..." Tifa heard herself say, her mind screaming within her head to stop this foolishness. "Please, Keith... Let me suck your cock."
"Not good enough," Keith said, shaking his head. "Try again, and this time use more coarse language, you cock-slave!"
Keith enjoyed the way that Tifa squirmed, the way that her smooth thighs rubbed together as she grew increasingly more flustered. Tifa moaned, her nipples tingling as a kind of hazy feeling descended over her consciousness. She looked down at Keith's penis with an almost longing expression, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled not to utter any more demeaning words.
"Plea... please let this... slutty barmaid suck on your big, hard cock," she begged, her mouth making an obscene sucking gesture as she trailed the edge of her mouth with her slick tongue. "Please, use my mouth to satisfy your carnal desires!"
Tifa couldn't believe what she was saying, her hands trembling at her sides, her face flushed a deep shade of red. Now that she had started talking dirty, Tifa found that she couldn't stop, the mental command that she was a slut overriding her own demure personality. "Please, let me taste your cock! I'm sorry for insulting you Keith, so please... don't make me wait a second longer!"
"Well," Keith began, his voice quivering with excitement, "if you want to suck on it so badly, then get to it, you slut!"
"Yeash!" Tifa slurred, shooting Keith a flirtatious look more befitting of an exotic dancer. She slid down to her knees, her hands reaching out for his hardening organ. The concrete ground was hard and cold against her knees, but she ignored the discomfort as she breathed in his musky scent. Looking up at him seductively, she slowly stroked his cock, her firm fingers forming a latticework around his pulsing shaft.
"Does that feel good?" she asked.
"Absolutely!" Keith said as he enjoyed the warmth enveloping his cock. Moving up onto her haunches, Tifa's black mini-skirt slid up her long legs, which gave Keith an eyeful of her creamy, well-toned thighs. While the alleyway was cold with his trousers hanging down, Tifa's warm fingers kept his lower-regions nice and hot, in more ways than one.
"Yeah, that's it. Work the shaft, baby," Keith groaned, his hand slipping down to maul one of her large, soft melons.
Keith couldn't believe that the object of his desire, the stunning big boobed bar hostess who he had lusted over for ages, was jerking him off in the back of a grungy alleyway while he played with her big boob. Tifa giggled as she watched the obvious joy spread across Keith's face, her heart fluttering at the positive reaction to her clumsy handjob. She couldn't understand why, but she desperately wanted to see more, to see his blissful face as he climaxed by her hand.
"How does it feel, Keith? My teacher always complimented me on my handiwork."
"Urgh!" Keith groaned through gritted teeth, "put in it your mouth, Tifa! I want to feel those velvety lips closing around my shaft!" As if the illustrate the point, he squeezed tighter against the spongy flesh of her tit.

Tifa smiled and leaned in, happy that her ministrations were well received. She could feel her own arousal building, the compulsion to act like a slut making her feel a little lightheaded. Puckering up her lips, she lightly kissed the wet tip like some sordid declaration of love. As she pulled back, a glistening strand connected her mouth to the throbbing pink cockhead hovering just before her. Keith shuddered as her warm breath tickled against his sensitive member while her strong hands tenderly manipulated his shaft.
"S... stop teasing and suck me!" Keith demanded, releasing her breast, his own building lust getting the better of him. While this slow caressing was pleasurable enough, this wasn't exactly the 'slutty' behaviour that he had been expecting.
"I'm... I'm sorry," she said, looking up at her controller with a reproachful look, "I'm not very good at this." Looking down at her, Keith would never have guessed that the busty bar hostess, Tifa Lockhart, would be so utterly clueless about how to handle a cock.
"Just... stay like that and suck," Keith ordered, once again focusing his meager mental energies through the hypno-crown. "You'll love the way this feels, so take me all the way down your throat!"
Kneeing down once again, Tifa looked up at Keith and flashed him a sexy smile before opening up her mouth, her hands playing with her big, creamy breasts.
"Please," she said, her tongue rolling around the edges of her rosy mouth, "use this slutty barmaid to make yourself feel good. Don't worry about me and enjoy yourself to your heart's content!"
Keith couldn't believe that his hypnosis had so totally altered her personality. Only a few moments before, the beautiful dark haired woman had been ready to punch his face in, and now here she was, offering her own face for his sordid desires. Unable to resist such an invitation, Keith wrapped his fingers within a latticework of Tifa's glossy, dark brown hair before pulling her up hard against his hairy crotch, his cock slipping across her bottom lip and into her warm mouth.
"Mmphf! Mmgg... Uuuuh!" Tifa mumbled, taken aback by the sudden intrusion.
Closing her eyes, she allowed this deadbeat man to fuck her mouth, her fingers tensing as she clung onto his thighs almost as tightly as her sucking lips. Keith moaned as he felt Tifa's convulsing throat muscles massage the submerged head of his penis, her chocking splutters only adding to his pleasure as he pistoned in and out. Glistening bile escaped from the corners of Tifa's mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her big, bouncing breasts as her throat tried to expel the throbbing penis lodged firmly within her airways.
With both of his hands banging Tifa's stunning face up against his crotch, the voluptuous fighter was forced to hold her gloved hands upon his hairy thighs for purchase. While she would normally hate the idea of being used in such a fashion, for some reason she found the idea of being used like an object incredibly intoxicating, as she if were throwing away the shackles of common sense.
"Oh, yeah!" Keith groaned as he pulled back a little before thrusting forwards once again, his cock bumping up against the back of her warm mouth. The friction provided by the tight seal of her lips was absolutely breathtaking as she hungrily sucked around his shaft, almost as if she were trying to prevent him from pulling back. Despite the rough and uncaring treatment, Tifa couldn't help but feel aroused thanks to the mental manipulation.
"Mmfuuu... ohhh... mmg!" she moaned, her words muffled by the mouthful of cock currently sawing back and forth within her mouth. As Keith got caught up in the moment, he reluctantly pulled back for the briefest of moments to give Tifa room to breath before plunging his pole straight back down her gullet.
"Mmgg! Oohmmgg...! uuuh mmgg!"
Tifa chocked and spluttered at the sudden intrusion but did her best to accommodate the huge penis by relaxing her throat muscles. As such, Keith used her mouth like a pussy, his cock repeatedly sliding across her tongue and bumping up against the back of her warm, suckling throat. The snug, contented feeling that surged within Keith's loins almost drove him over the edge as he humped his pelvis up against Tifa's moaning face, and, as he looked down at the titillating sight of Tifa willingly deepthroating him, he almost blew his load right there and then.
"Oh yeahhh! Tifa! T-that feels incredible!" Keith stammered blissfully, his hands pulling Tifa's head hard against his crouch with little regard for her own sense of pleasure.
With every thrust of his hips, Tifa's big breasts bounced heavily against her chest, the slapping sounds of flesh joining the impact of Keith frantically humping against her face like a man possessed. While he would have loved to prolong this almost indescribable pleasure far longer, Keith felt his resolve melting along with his tingling cock.
"Urgh, I'm cumming," Keith announced loudly, no longer caring how much noise he made in the seemingly deserted alleyway. Tifa moaned, her fingers flexing against Keith's thighs as she felt the horny man flood her mouth with semen, his cock sliding across her tongue as rope after sticky robe shot up against the back of her throat.
Feeling lightheaded and out of breath, Tifa had no choice but to swallow down the bitter tasting cream, which despite the hypnosis, made her stomach crawl. When Keith, who was busy basking in the afterglow of his climax, finally released her, Tifa immediately collapsed onto her hands and knees, the cold hard concrete an unwelcoming comfort as she choked and spluttered while coughing up some of the cum she had consumed.
Looking down, Keith smiled broadly to himself. He felt like a million Gil, like some kinda Shinra big shot taking advantage of the slum-folk for his own amusement. His eyes slowly roamed across Tifa's firm, athletic body, from her large hanging boobs, all the way down to her wiggling, upturned ass. Her black miniskirt was doing a rather poor job of hiding her panty-clad bottom, her bare creamy cheeks sticking out as she caught her breath.
While he regretted not fucking the beautiful, big titted barmaid, there wasn't really any need to rush things. After all, now that he had Tifa under his control, he could take his sweet time and explore her voluptuous body at his leisure.
"No need to rush things," he said, chuckling to himself as a myriad of sordid possibilities flashed through his mind, one after the other.
***
The next day, Keith was sitting within the Seventh Heaven, observing Tifa Lockhart as she cleaned a glass, her big breasts bumping against the top as she carefully worked the cloth with her nimble fingers. From his seating position - one of the bar stools in front of the counter - Keith watched her work while imagining how skilled those strong but flexible hands would be at a handjob. With the hypno-crown, anything was possible and Keith was certainly looking forward to sampling Tifa's many other delights.
Dressed in a rather cheap looking rental suit, Keith looked more than a little out of place in the Seventh Heaven bar, a place not known for its upmarket clientele, but Keith had a very good reason for wearing the shabby looking rental today. It was a few hours till clocking off time, which meant that the bar was mostly empty with only a few patrons occupying the table behind him.
Nobody else sat at the counter and as such, Keith was free to peer down the rim of his glass at Tifa's big tits, the outline clearly visible as they pressed up against her white, sleeveless top.
"Hey, nice suit," said someone mockingly from the table behind him, which was quickly joined by a few other muted chuckles.
"Thanks, Jim," Keith replied sarcastically, recognizing the voice but not looking away from Tifa's magnificent chest.
"I've got a very important... appointment tonight," he said, trying his very best not to break out in a shit-eating grin.
He had initially been worried when passing between the swinging doors at Tifa's potentially life-threatening reaction, at whether or not she would remember the past night's festivities, but thankfully she had seemed completely oblivious as she cheerfully greeted him with her usual winning smile.
"Hey, what's the matter Keith?" asked Tifa, looking up from the glass that she had been cleaning, her beautiful red eyes and deep cleavage making Keith's heart skip a beat.
"You seem a little troubled... just staring off into space like that."
"Hmmm?" Keith mumbled, his focus on Tifa's magnificent mouth, not the words that she was speaking.
"Your glass is empty," Tifa said, pointing towards his drink. "Would you like another refill?"
"Oh, yes... of course," Keith said, straightening up from his slouching position. "Another beer sounds like a good idea!" he said a little too enthusiastically. Tifa gave him a funny look, one which caused Keith to sink back down on his stall a little, but the moment passed as she took the empty glass from his hand.
Holding it underneath the tap, the relaxing sound of refreshing alcohol soon drowned out the murmurs and other sounds from beyond the bar. As he watched the glass slowly fill up with bubbling, tasty looking liquid, Keith smiled, finally convinced without a shadow of a doubt that Tifa was under the effects of the hypno-crown. The fact that she hadn't already smashed his teeth in was proof enough, so then...
"Tifa, don't you think that you should close up early?" he said, reciting the mental suggestions that he had implanted yesterday night. "Aren't you expecting someone important?"
Tifa immediately froze, seemingly lost in thought, her eyes downcast as she remembered something very important. "Right, we're closing up shop," she said, looking up and around at the few customers populating the bar. "I'm sorry to those still eating, but something important just came up."
The patrons eating at the table grumbled and voiced a few muffled curses, clearly unhappy at being turfed out before they'd had the chance to get drunk out of their minds. Tifa moved out from behind the bar and bowed a few times while apologising for the abruptness of her request, promising free drinks while showing off her winning smile.
Keith could almost see their hearts melt, the burly men putty in Tifa's hands as she effortlessly charmed them with her calm demeanor and comely face. Of course, giving the men a good view of her deep cleavage with each and every bow probably didn't hurt matters.
Stepping out into the cold evening air, Keith and the other patrons exchanged a few words before parting company. Walking around to the back of the Seventh Heaven, Keith couldn't help but smile as he navigated past the many decaying cardboard boxes, discarded beer bottles and other strewn about trash. He still couldn't believe that Tifa Lockhart, the seemingly sweet girl of the slums, was part of Avalanche, the terrorist group that had blown up one of Midgar's mako reactors.
After enjoying her mouth the previous night, Keith had learned some valuable things from the hypnotized woman. As he placed his hand upon the backdoor, Keith reminded himself that he was now a Shinra executive, as least as far as Tifa was concerned. Pushing open the mysteriously unlocked door, Keith stepped inside before quickly closing it behind him. The back area of the bar was cluttered with chrome beer kegs and stacks of bundled up newspapers which Keith carefully stepped over as he searched for the busty barmaid.
"Is that you, James?" came a sweet, familiar voice from one of the many open doors.
"Yes," replied Keith, following her voice like a siren's song until he stepped inside a relatively compact looking office. Big metal filing cabinets covered the back wall, their draws practically overflowing with paperwork while the center of the room was dominated with a simple wooden desk. Tifa Lockhart, the beautiful dark haired terrorist, was sitting seductively atop the front of the desk, one long leg folded across the other, her short black miniskirt revealing plenty of her creamy thighs.
"Hello James," Tifa said huskily as she shifted her legs slightly, the barest flash of her white panties visible as she folded one athletic leg over the other like a particularly sexy school teacher.
"I've been waiting for you. I was hoping that we could have a private chat together, away from prying eyes."
Keith nodded happily, rubbing the stubble on his chin while he looked over the stunning woman sitting before him. While Tifa was wearing her usual white top and black miniskirt, Keith never tired of seeing the alluring outfit hugging her delicious curves.
While he could have simply modified her personality like yesterday, turning the big titted terrorist into his unknowing slave, he'd much rather have sex with the real Tifa Lockhart; the stunning woman of his dreams. As such, he'd engineered this little scenario to make things a little more... simulating. Having the stunning Tifa Lockhart try to pry information out of him with her sexy, voluptuous body sounded like an incredible experience.
"Yes, that's me," Keith lied, "James Haden, of Shinra city development. I understand that you wanted to discuss a business proposition, Miss Lockhart?"
"I see..." Tifa said, narrowing her eyes slightly. Looking him over, this creepy looking man hardly seemed like a high flying big shot, what with his unshaven face and cheap looking suit. Tifa shuddered inwardly as she noticed him unashamedly checking her out, his eyes running up her long legs while trying to peek between her pressed together thighs. Tifa pursed her lips thoughtfully, wondering how best she should proceed.
"I was so worried when I heard about the reactor bombing," she said, testing the waters.
"Yes, horrible business that," Keith agreed, nodding somberly. "But please, you have nothing to worry about, my dear."
"When the lights went out and the floorboards shook, I almost fainted," she said, seductively placing one finger upon her bottom lip. "Will Shinra catch these criminals?"
Tifa almost balked at referring to Avalanche as "criminals", especially to a no-good Shinra employee, but... she needed to swallow her pride and help Barret and the others. What was a little shame if she could find out what the Shinra were up to?
"Rest assured Miss Lockhart, Shinra incorporated is committed to bringing these criminals to justice. In fact, we have a number of new security measures that will be implemented within the coming week." Keith smiled inwardly as he noticed the sexy Miss Lockhart perk up slightly at that little statement. "If you notice any suspicious activity, then please, make sure to report it to the nearest authorities."
He nodded at her and prepared to leave the small, cluttered office, one hand dusting off the lapel of his cheap looking suit. "Now, I really must be leaving, Miss Lockhart. While reassuring the local business owners is always a pleasure, I have a lot of stops to make today. So, if you'll excuse me."
"W-wait!" Tifa said as Keith turned to leave. "Wouldn't you like a drink? My customers always compliment me on my tasty cocktails."
Keith turned around, frowning, at least on the outside. On the inside he was giddy like a schoolboy as he watched Tifa clumsily try to entice him. "Hmmm, I really don't know," he said, looking down at his imitation wristwatch. "I'm really busy today after the terrorist bombing and all, but... no, I really must be going or management will have my balls on a platter. Oh, please excuse my language, Miss Lockhart."
One again, he nodded and turned to leave, playing up the polite Shinra executive to a tee. Even he could be somewhat cunning if he put his mind to it. Smiling as his back was turned, he took a few steps towards the open door frame, silently wondering just how long it would take for Tifa to stop him. What happened next almost knocked him off his feet.
"Please, w-wait just a moment!" he heard from behind him, the panic evident in Tifa's sweet voice. "Won't you keep me company, Mr executive?"
Turning back to face her, Keith's jaw dropped as he witnessed Tifa standing in front of the desk, totally bare breasted, her white top rolled up just above the two mountainous orbs. Each breast was perfectly formed, the roundness and volume rivalling the most stunning supermodel. Both of her pink nipples were already hard, though whether that was from embarrassment or arousal Keith couldn't tell, not that he really cared at that moment. The black straps that were usually worn over her shoulders hung limply around her waist, the supporting straps no longer attached to her scandalously short miniskirt.
"Please, stay with me a moment longer," Tifa said, forcing a cheeky smile. "If you tell me a few interesting things, I'll be so very grateful."
Keith just stood there for a few moments, utterly stupefied as he drank in the sight of the topless beauty. Eventually, after a few heart throbbing moments, he remembered that he could speak. Clearing his throat, he managed to ask "W-what did you have in mind, Miss Lockhart?"
"Just a little friendly exchange between friends," she said, winking suggestively. "You provide me with a little information, something that will help me and my business, and I'll provide you with something totally unforgettable."
"S-something unforgettable?" Keith repeated, loosening his tie with trembling fingers. Suddenly the temperature in the small office had shot up dramatically. Tifa nodded, the small gesture causing her big, unsupported jugs to wobble slightly.
"I'll let you fuck me, Mr big shot. How does that sound?"
Keith nodded frantically, a thin string of drool dribbling down from his open mouth.
Tifa recoiled slightly, her now bare back bumping up against the desk in the centre of the compact room. Thankfully the Shinra suit didn't seem to notice as she quickly plastered on a pleasing smile once again. Hanging behind her back, her gloved hands trembled nervously as the cool machine conditioned air brushed up against her exposed breasts, the heavy looking orbs hanging out in plain view for this stranger's pleasure.
"That sounds like a sweet deal, Miss Lockhart," Keith said, addressing the stunning pair of tits before him rather than Tifa's comely face. She might have been offended under normal circumstances, had she not placed herself in such a shameful position. Pulling up her short miniskirt, Tifa couldn't help but feel a flash of excitement as Keith followed the slow advance of black leather, the material slowly giving way to white skin as it crept up her athletic thighs.
She should be sickened, Tifa told herself as she hiked up her skirt, but for whatever reason, the idea of sleeping with the enemy, of having unprotected sex with such a sleazy looking Shinra bastard made her wet between the legs. What the fuck was wrong with her?
"I can see that you really want a good fucking, Miss Lockhart," Keith said while appraising her sexy body. "Are you sure this whole information thing isn't just an excuse just to have a one night stand?"
"No, of course not," Tifa said, shaking her head.
"This is just... this is..." she breathed uncertainly, looking down at the floor. Why exactly was she doing this? Of course, this was nothing more than information gathering! Espionage! She was doing this to help Avalanche, Barret and the others and was in total control of the situation. She was the one using this man, not the other way around - and if she happened to derive some enjoyment out of the proceedings...
"This is just a simple exchange, nothing more than that."
"Fine, fine. Well, enough talking. Lets close the deal, Miss Lockhart."
Sighing deeply, Tifa Lockhart turned around towards the desk before bending over and placing her hands upon the cool wooden surface. At least this way she wouldn't have to look the Shinra scumbag in the eyes while he was taking his sweet pleasure. Keith licked his lips and moved behind the stunning woman, his hands falling down to her sides. Clasping his fingers upon the backs of her creamy thighs, he groaned with delight as his hands steadily climbed upwards while enjoying the smoothness of her flawlessly white skin.
"You've got a seriously sexy body, Miss Lockhart," Keith said, his searching hands moving up to the hem of her black miniskirt. She'd worn an especially short one for today's encounter, which meant that her white panties peeked out just below the black material. Tifa almost whirled around to slap Keith's hand away as he hiked up her miniskirt, her tight ass shivering slightly as she imagined just how whorish she looked, offering herself up like a 50 gil slut.
"Hmm, that's good," Keith moaned in appreciation, his hands moving up to grasp Tifa's peachy bottom, one hand sinking into each of the silky white buns.
"Y-you'll not forget our agreement?" she asked, grasping for the small shred of honour still available to her. The old, confident Tifa Lockhart would have been horrified if she could see herself now, which made taking her in this manner all the sweeter.
"Yes, of course," Keith mumbled as he finished squeezing her ass, not really listening anymore as he proceeded to unzip his trousers. "Just stay like that and this'll all be over with before you know it, slut."
"I'm... I'm not a slut," she said meekly, not convincing anyone, least of all herself.
By this point, his cock was rock hard and trembling with anticipation as he pulled up Tifa's miniskirt before forcibly yanking down her panties so hard, that the thin white material actually snapped with a loud twang. Tifa protested at the roughness, but Keith was busy drooling over the pink petals of her pussy. The beautiful bartender was already wet as she squirmed uncomfortably underneath his lecherous gaze.
Moving behind her, he clumsy attempted to line up his cock to the entrance of Tifa's moist sex, but only succeeded in smearing lines of sticky pre-cum across her smooth ass. Taking a few short breaths, Keith grasped Tifa's hips for purchase and, after carefully lining himself up, plunged his cock deeply within her moist cunt with a single, mighty thrust. Tifa gasped, her fingernails digging into the woodwork of the desk as her pussy was filled up without a single word of warning.
"Awww, oh baby, that feels great!" he said, totally caught up in the pleasure of fucking the woman of his dreams. With both hands on her hips, he pulled himself against her with all his strength, slapping his pelvis up against her supple ass, ramming his cock deeply within her with every thrust.
The compact desk buckled and shook as Tifa was pushed against it, her big breasts pressing against the wooden surface, cushioning her weight like soft pillows. The small office was filled with the mingling sounds of banging wood, smacking flesh and the occasional moan escaping from Tifa's tightly pursed lips.
"Aah, p-please...!" Tifa gasped. "Don't... moove... Hiiig, kuuu...! Hmm... Aaah...!"
Unable to hold her voice, Tifa clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her lustful moans. Her bare breasts helped to cushion her body as Keith fucked her, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy in long, drawn out strokes. Reaching back, he slapped one palm across her left asscheek, the sharp snap of sound closely accompanied by Tifa's own surprised yelp. Glistening beads of sweat scattered from Tifa's bottom as Keith banged his pelvis up against it while delivering the occasional slap. Within a few minutes of fucking, her perfect ass was throbbing with several angry looking red marks.
"Eek!? Urgh! S-stop being so... rough with me! ...Ahyaa!" Tifa pleaded breathlessly.
"Just enjoy the feeling, Miss Lockhart," Keith grunted, his sweaty hands entangling themselves with the black leather straps dangling down from her bunched up miniskirt. Using the long black straps as handles, Keith pulled back while thrusting his hips forwards, driving his cock deeper within the moaning Miss Lockhart. The desk rocked underneath the ferocious coupling as Tifa gritted her teeth, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the small office.
Slap!
"Nngn, ahhhh... Hyuuu!"
With every powerful thrust, Tifa's head jerked towards the office wall, so that the filing cabinets jumped ever-so-slightly closer within her vision before pulling back again, much like Keith as he happily pounded against her rear, his cock pulling back before burying itself deeply within her warm crevice.
Slap!
She bit her lower lip as intense feelings of humiliation washed over her in a wave, battering her pride as a fighter, and as a woman. She wondered how she would ever look her comrades in the eye again as Keith took her like an animal, within her bar and home. Charmed by her cute moans, Keith's hands tightened against her hips, his own thrusts intensifying as his powerful climax approached.
"Oh shittt!" Keith announced, "I'm... I'm cumming! Take it all, Miss Lockhart!"
"Ugh... ohhh... ah, w-what?" Tifa stammered, her voice broken by the vigorous fucking. Her watering red eyes widened as she slowly processed his words. "Wh-wait! No! Pull out, you stupid-"
Unable to prolong matters, Keith grunted in satisfaction, his left hand delivering one final slap against Tifa's quivering ass as he filled her up with his sticky seed. Pulling her back against him, Keith stabbed his still spurting cock deeply within her pussy before collapsing against her sweat soaked back. While breathing in Tifa's womanly scent, he relaxed while pumping the last of his semen within her, his face resting atop the silky soft strands of her long, dark hair.
"You... you stupid man," Tifa whispered breathlessly, her rosy red lips twisted into a halfhearted scowl as she lay face down upon the desk. "I told you... not to come inside me," she said as she stared off into space. Keith mumbled happily atop her back, his cheek nestling against her glossy cushion of hair as his cock slowly wilted within the snug confines of her dripping cunt. He felt entirely satisfied as he enjoyed the warm, comforting sensations like an overgrown baby.
At that moment, Tifa wanted nothing more than to shove the smelly man away, to escape from underneath his oppressive weight and take a long, cold shower.
However, try as she might, her trembling body simply couldn't summon up enough strength. Instead, Tifa Lockhart just lay there, panting against the wooden surface as she tried to deny the fact that some small part of her had enjoyed the rough fucking. Glistening nectar dribbled down the insides of her meaty thighs, proof, if proof was needed that she had orgasmed around the same time as her rapist.
No, that isn't the right word at all. I'm the one who really wanted this... I'm the one who... who... who wanted to be fucked by a total stranger. What in the world is wrong with me?
***
"Oh, yeah baby," Keith moaned as he leaned his back against the bar counter.
Tifa Lockhart, the beautiful barmaid and secret eco-terrorist, was currently kneeling down on the floor between Keith's outstretched, hairy legs, her warm fingers tightly wrapped around his throbbing member. She had made sure to close up shop early, shunning the potential business in favour of some sexy evening fun.
"Does that feel good?" she asked hopefully, her firm fingers a blur of movement. As usual, she had made sure to pull up her white top, her famously large melons jiggling about almost hypnotically. Almost as if she were trying to charm him with her swaying tits in sweet revenge.
"You won't... hypnotize me," Keith groaned through pursed lips, his crotch swimming in pleasure.
"Hmmm?"
"Oh, umm, yeah Tifa," Keith said encouragingly, "that feels lovely! Keep it up and I'll be sure to reward you later."
Tifa grinned, basking in the warm praise as she returned her attention to his stiff cock. Her strong fingers, honed from years of fighting practice, felt incredible as she enthusiastically jerked him off. Sticky pre-cum dribbled down his cockhead onto the busty woman's fingers, the slimy lubrication making an obscene squelching sound as she steadily worked his cock.
"Oh Cloud," Tifa moaned as she stared lustfully at his erect member, "your cock has such a strong, musky smell. It feels soooo good when I rub it between my fingers."
"Excuse me!" Aeris interjected, clearly unhappy at being excluded. "Don't monopolize Cloud all to yourself, you little hussy! I'm a much more skilled lover than you." Turning to Keith, she moved up to his side and draped her arms across his shoulders. "Hey," she whispered, her warm breath tickling his earlobe, "Let me suck your cock. I'll make you feel much better than that big titted, slutty barmaid! People only pay her any attention due to those saggy, oversized knockers anyway."
"And why would he want anyone else but me?" Tifa said, her red eyes not leaving the cock pumping within her hand. "I've known him since he was a child, loved him since he was a child. I know how to make him feel good, unlike a certain loud mouthed what's-her-face!"
"Ladies, please," said Keith soothingly. "Don't fight over little old me. I'll be sure to make you both feel good, so please, try and get along with each other."
Looking up at the ceiling, Keith smiled to himself while the two beautiful terrorists bickered like school children over who would have first dibs over his manly cock. The hypno-crown had certainly transformed his luck with the ladies, and Keith had a feeling that this was just the beginning of his adventure as he felt two very slippery tongues tickle against his balls.
"Lovely."
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