Tiffany Returns

Pete slumped down on the couch. He was exhausted. He never knew Annie could shop like that. His feet hurt, his wallet was empty and even worse his dick was hard and he was all alone.

Annie had tried to make up for dragging him around by modeling her outfits for him. She really did look amazing and he was about ready to drag her home so they could spend the rest of the day enjoying her new tits. Unfortunately she got called away, a group project she'd forgotten about.

So he'd returned home alone. He was a little surprised to find the house empty, although it was a fairly new occurrence to find anyone there at all. He sighed and logged into his online banking app. He really needed to get more money, soon.

Hey Gideon, can you magic up some money?

Guideon laughed, Nope. Unless you want to start prostituting yourself, or someone else, I can't be much help.

Pete sighed. That didn't seem like a viable option. Before he could think of anything else there was a knock at the door. He got up and answered to see Tiffany there. She looked upset.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Oh Pete..." She threw herself forward to hug him. She held him tight, "Master...um...what do you think about me living here? Like... permanently?"

Pete hadn't actually thought about it. Obviously if he was going to build a Harem they would live with him, but he did barely know her, "Uh...Why don't you come in. Tell me what happened?"

It turns out Tiffany's boss didn't like her attire. He'd fired her. Her parents didn't like it either, they'd kicked her out. She suddenly found herself unemployed, homeless, and still stuck in a latex bodysuit.

Well Pete wasn't about to throw her out. Not when she looked like that. He was a responsible Master after all, "Of course you can stay here. We'll figure something out." She looked up at him again. He felt like she had something to say but was afraid to say it, "What is it Tiffany? You can trust me."

She looked down at the floor, "Well remember how you and Annie...um...used me this morning? Well...if you wanted to like...make a leash and collar again and fuck me..."

Pete grinned, "Beg for it."

She looked shocked at first, but had trouble containing her smile, "Um please fuck me Master."

Pete morphed her suit into a collar and leash and tugged it, "Kneel. Try again. You can do better."

She knelt and cupped her breasts and held them up to him, "Please Master. Fuck me. I need your hard cock. Let me worship you."