Chapter 1 - Tifa DTs a guy into oblivion

“Sausage casing.”

Tifa rolled her eyes. She was not a fan of the code word. But it was the only thing keeping her bar in business. With all of her income going to fund Avalanche, she needed a little extra help.

She wasn’t sure who’d started the rumor that the girl who worked behind the bar at Seventh Heaven gave the best head in Midgar. But whoever it was, she owed him a free drink. 

But not a free blowjob. 

Tifa glanced around the bar. It wasn’t like no one was watching her. You couldn’t have a model’s face, a stripper’s clothes, and breasts like a video game character and not have a bunch of drunk men looking you up and down every chance they got. But for the moment, the coast was clear. She motioned for the guy who had spoken into her ear to follow her into the back room. 

He lumbered eagerly after her. She locked the door behind him and didn’t waste time, dragging him to a chair and having him sit down. She knelt in front of him.

“One blowjob, then you pay me, and you don’t say anything about this. Also, will you guys change the code word? Quit comparing my throat to a sausage casing.”

He agreed quickly, too excited to do much more than nod along with what the pretty, big-boobed girl kneeling between his legs was saying. Tifa unzipped his pants and yanked them down, along with his underwear, to get her first look at his dick. 

“Oh…wow.”

To say he was hung was like saying that Tifa’s outfit didn’t provide much warmth on a cold night. She stared up at his dick, mouth hanging open like she’d been afflicted with the paralyzed status effect. His cock smelled bad, but in an intoxicating way. The job was to worship his cock for pay, but she might not have to pretend to worship this one.

She put a hand on it and started jerking. His already large cock sprang up, stiffening into something longer than her head and thicker than a banana. It throbbed at her eagerly, like a student thrusting their hand into the air to answer a question, except this time, the question was, “Do you want to cum down my throat?” and the answer was “Yes, please.”

Tifa valued customer service. She got right to work, leaning up against the big bulging thing and rubbing her face and nose against it, moaning at the warm smell wafting off of his cock. With her tongue out, she began stroking up and down the front of his shaft, planting kisses against his frenulum, each one making a wet little smooching sound as she stuck her lips against his dick.

With his cock now twitching, Tifa trailed her tongue in slippery little side-to-side motions up his shaft to the head of his cock, which she stroked with her tongue, recoiling only a little at the taste. The poor guy needed a bath. Tifa didn’t have any water back here, but she did have plenty of saliva. She leaned her mouth over his cock, opened wide, and let drool drip from her lips and the tip of her tongue to spill down over his cock, running down from the tip to trail clear lines down his dick. With some lube on his dick, she wrapped both hands around his cock and started stroking up and down, listening to the wet noises of her gloves squeaking against his cock as she fapped his dick for him, spreading the spit all around his shaft.

Now that his dick was nice and lubricated, she could start to think about actually sucking this monster. it was hard not to think about sucking this cock. Big, hard, and this close to her face, her natural instincts were to lean in and inhale his scent until it overwhelmed her brain and then devote her mouth and tongue and throat to the worship of his cock until the sun came up. But she had to keep this professional. Seventh Heaven had standards.

Tifa tugged his foreskin down and slid her tongue inside. She began to stroke around inside his foreskin, taking slow, deep breaths through her nose. The taste was…not good. In fact, it was revolting. But it make his cock as hard as a diamond. She leaned closer, pressing her breasts against the base of his cock through her shirt.

“Ohh, fuck,” he groaned, putting his hands on her shoulders. He didn’t try to direct her, just rubbed her soft skin as if he’d never touched anything like it. Judging by the taste of his cock, he hadn’t touched a sponge or a bar of soap in a while either.

Tifa finished scrubbing her tongue around the inside of his foreskin, then turned and retched so hard she was worried she was going to have to clean up her own barf after making this guy cum. Luckily, she was able to hold it in, gradually managing to steady her breathing. 

“You need to wash this thing more often,” she complained as she turned back to his dick.

“Well, I wasn’t able to afford you until today.”

“I meant an actual bath,” Tifa said, but it was no use. She was going to have to give this guy a bath herself, and the only source of liquid was her mouth. She jerked him off against her lips, then took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and pulled his cock in over her tongue, welcoming him in to her wet oral receptacle. 

Tifa got to work sliding her mouth up and down his cock. As she did, she squeezed him tightly with her lips and cheeks, the bottom half of her face becoming increasingly v-shaped to really tug on his cock. She pulled her tight, squeezing lips up to the crown of his cock, her tongue stroking over the tip while she tried not to gag from the taste, then she slid back down until everything in her mouth was filled with cock. Only her throat stayed clear as her warm drool washed down his shaft. 

Washing him with her mouth like this made his dick taste better but her own tongue taste worse. If his cock wasn’t so big and if it didn’t smell so intense, she would have walked away and headed to the store to get the biggest bottle of mouthwash they had. But she needed money to buy mouthwash, and she was short on change at the moment. Hopefully, his dick would make up for that. In more ways than one.

He moved his hands from her shoulders to her head as she sucked him off, one big hand resting on the top of her skull while the other stroked the back of her long black hair. Tifa responded by slurping on his cock even more, getting wetter, nastier, and tighter, wet sucking noises coming from her mouth as air escaped out of the brief spaces between her lips and cock, which she quickly closed down every time they popped up. The result was that she sounded like an inflated balloon around a dick that made sputtering noises every time the rubber slipped a little.

Tifa kept her eyes turned up toward him, but her mind was completely on his cock. For several minutes she just sucked and slurped him up and down, drool running down her chin while her mouth caressed his cock and her hands tugged on the base of his shaft and fondled his balls. She moved his cock around in her mouth, bulging her cheeks out with it, and swirling her tongue around the exterior to lavish him with as much worship as possible.

Tifa finally pulled off of his cock with a loud pop, turning to the side to gasp for breath, oozing nasty-tasting saliva from his dick filth onto the floor. He tugged at her head insistently. Tifa went back to licking his cock, taking a moment to prepare herself for what came next.

Tifa could could see his cock throbbing, quivering every time her tongue stroked him. She could make him cum in an instant if she wanted to. But she wasn’t going to let him off that easy. He’d turned her mouth into a sponge for his dick and a shower drain for the filth built up on it. Now she was going to punish him.

Tifa opened wide and slid her mouth back onto his cock, pushing down like before, running her lips over the layer of drool already coating his shaft. But this time, as the head of his cock approached her throat, she didn’t stop. Tifa engulfed him as she reached her lips to the base of his cock, her throat fitting around his cock as tightly as a sausage casing around a sausage. She grabbed onto his legs to keep herself in place, her grip squeezing just like her throat around his cock. He was totally encased in a warm, gripping oral embrace, his cock swallowed from tip to base. If her blowjob was the bath, then her deep throat was the towel, except his cock was getting even more wet with the slime oozing from the back of her throat. 

He couldn’t handle it. Legs clenching, both hands on the back of her head, pressing her face in tight against his crotch, she knew that he could barely keep from cumming down her talented throat. But Tifa wasn’t going to let him make the decision. She pushed her mouth back up his cock all the way to the head, then slammed her face down into his lap, making a wet “GLORCH!” as her throat was suddenly filled with more cock than a chicken farm. Strands of saliva splurted out of the corners of her mouth. She did a few short thrusts of her throat on his cock, going “GLURKGLURKGLURK”, then pulled up again.

Winked at him.

And slammed her mouth down his cock to the base, her throat hugging him tighter than the world’s best custom-made silicone cocksleeve.

“GLUUUUURRRRRRRKKKKK!”

He exploded in her mouth. He didn’t even have a choice. Tifa’s throat milked him drier than a chocobo farmer working the bird-udders. His cum erupted down her gullet, fired straight into her gut. Tifa didn’t even taste the first two loads. She only found out what flavor his nut butter was when she pulled back enough for his next spurt of goo to fill her entire mouth with a warm semen pool. His jizz was bitter and salty, but it tasted better than the interior of his foreskin. She swallowed it down like a shot of hard liquor. 

“Oh my fucking gawwwww,” he said, barely able to get words out from how badly her throat had dominated his dick. But Tifa was still annoyed about the code word, this arrangement, and the nasty way his dick had tasted. So she leaned over his cock, smiling at him.

“No no no no!” he begged. Tifa interrupted him by slamming her throat onto his cock, inhaling his dick like it was air, if air was solid and tasted exactly like dick.

“GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK!” she insisted. 

It didn’t take long to make him explode into her stomach again. With two thick loads of ball cream in her gut, she pulled off of him and started cleaning his cock off for good, running her tongue up and down the shaft, working her tongue into every little spot, and lavishing it over the tip, working every last bead of semen onto her tongue and down her throat. 

She wiped her mouth. “Now get out of my bar,” she said.

The stunned patron could barely even get his pants up. He stumbled out of the room, nearly face-planting against the door before managing to open it and leave.

Tifa worked her tongue around the inside of her mouth, carefully sucking down every last string of sticky white goo, cleaning her mouth. Her breath would still stink, but any patron close enough to smell her breath and drunk enough to comment on it was close and drunk enough to get punched in the face.

It was only after Tifa exited the back room herself to go back to serving drinks that she realized she’d forgotten to get him to pay her.

“Damn it,” she said to herself. “The next time I see that guy, I’m going to suck his dick until he pays me what he owes.”

Next time she wouldn’t fall in love with his cock too much to focus on what really mattered: the money. Next time.