Carlos was in a rut. He had felt rudderless since dropping out of college. His friends were all moving on with their lives, with plans to graduate and start their careers, but he was living back with his folks, unemployed and depressed. 

Carlos spent most of his day watching things on his phone and staring out the window. His father was on his ass about getting a job, but his mother was more understanding. She was the one who wanted him to stay at home while he got back on his feet. She knew they could provide for him during his time of need. Carlos' father was a high-powered lawyer, and his mother was a consultant for a large tech corporation. She assumed their large stature in life had played a role in Carlos' struggles, so she felt a responsibility to take care of him during his time of need. 

Some days Carlos would drink, and other days he would smoke pot and daydream about a better life. He didn't want to live in his parents' shadow. He wanted to get out and be someone special. It was hard to accept that he may not accomplish those things. In order to clear his head, he started going on walks through the neighborhood, surveying the street he grew up on. The relationship with home felt different now that he was older and more mature. 

It was on one of these walks that he saw something peculiar. It was Christy, one of his neighbors, leaving Mr. Horton's house. Christy was wearing something a stripper would wear. Her big, heavy tits were barely covered, as well as her big round ass.

Carlos thought he was hallucinating. That had to be it. The stress he was under was doing odd things to his psyche. It wasn't until he witnessed a similar scenario, this time with Claire, another woman who lived in the neighborhood, sucking off a group of men in a backyard. They had a flat screen set up on the patio, and Claire was moving from one to the other, sucking them off furiously while they chatted about the game over beers.

He couldn't believe his eyes. Carlos began to wonder what was going on in his head. He had lived there almost his entire life, and he had never seen things become so depraved before. He started to wonder if he was hallucinating or if Christy and Claire were going around balling all the men who lived near them.

Carlos became fixated on them. He would wait for his parents to leave for work, and then he would smoke pot while looking out the window, observing their movements. Both ladies would canvas the area, looking for men, or even women, to have their way with them. It was like they were constructed just to service the people in the neighborhood with sex. Carlos couldn't believe it. He started fantasizing about being with them. After a few days of watching, his mind could not erase them from his memory, no matter how hard he tried.

The morning he decided to act, his cock was so hard that he felt an ache coming from it. He felt anxiety filling his chest as he showered and shaved that morning. If the two whores who were fucking everyone in sight were being passed around, then he was going to take advantage of it too. Since he had been struggling, coming across wins of any kind was ideal. He waited by the front door, looking out the window next to the foyer, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of them.

He saw Christy bounding down the sidewalk outside his parents' house, and he burst through the front door, calling her name before she could get away. Christy stopped in her tracks. She was wearing short denim shorts and a tight tank top. Carlos was aware she wasn't wearing a bra immediately. 

"Hey," the young man said, not knowing what else to say to the loose woman.

"Hi there!"

"Uh... How are you?"

"I'm good! Just going over to the Miller's house so Rob can fuck me. What are you up to?"

Carlos was surprised by her response. It was blunt and vulgar. He didn't know that women could be that way. He had always seen them as prim and proper. This viewpoint was partially shaped by the women who attended the college where he dropped out. They were insistent that women should be treated with proper respect and dignity. They weren't to be viewed as whores and sluts. In one sentence, Christy changed that viewpoint entirely.

"Wha..."

"Oh, you didn't hear me? I said, I'm going to head over to Bob Miller's house and let him fuck me however he wants."

Carlos felt sweat pouring down his back as he contemplated what she had just said. He again wondered if he was going crazy, if seeing the two older women gallivanting around was a fever dream he was having after his life crashed around him. He figured if it was his mind breaking, it chose the perfect scenario to present to him. If Christy was giving herself to everyone in town, he may as well have a turn.

"You should come to my house instead," he said. "My parents aren't home, and I would fuck you too."

"Okay, sure, if that's what you want."

Only five minutes later, Carlos had the woman in his parents' living room. He was stuffing his cock down her throat while she tickled his balls. He felt himself throbbing in her mouth, and when a bit of precum escaped his cock and slid down Christy's throat, he shuddered as she smiled and slurped it down. He eventually placed her on her back on the floor, and he fucked her roughly while choking her with one hand and gripping her hair with the other.

Carlos felt different while his cock was inside Christy. For the first time in weeks, he felt good. Something positive had come across his path; Christy could be used whenever he wanted. Since he wasn't working or studying, that freed up most of his time to dedicate to her.

Every free moment Christy had was occupied by Carlos. He would snatch her up when she was between houses and rush her into his abode to fuck her senseless. When he discovered that Claire had the same plight as Christy, she was thrown into the mix. Sometimes, he would grab both by their hair and drag them into his room to be fucked for hours on end. He would come inside one and find himself still hard. He had no choice but to use the other one to try to relieve himself. 

Things only progressed from there. Carlos thought of nothing but the two sex slaves. He would have both of them at the same time, dominating the two, having one lick his asshole while he put his seed into the other. Other times he would have them line up on his couch and he would stick his cock into one and then switch to the other one. The two were a genuine smorgasbord of sex that filled up his entire day.

Carlos no longer felt lost. He had found his purpose. Every day, he would wake up and hunt them. Sometimes they would be occupied, and if that was the case, he would jerk his cock through his jeans until he saw one. Then, they were rounded up and brought to his home where they were taken.

It was one afternoon, as he was releasing his cum onto both of their chests while they whispered filthy words into the air, that he realized his depression was completely gone. He thanked the two of them before sending them off, knowing that they were needed in other parts of the neighborhood as well.