Hope Ichino, teen slut queen of town.

Tiffany, for her part, was having a wonderful day. Although it was 2 in the afternoon and bright out, she was approaching Carmen's shitty apartment with the first prospective client she could pim-... stud Max out to. Her favorite patron and reason for most of her extra spending cash, Hope Ichino walking behind her with excitement radiating in her bones. Both ladies were excited for very different reasons, but all for the same reason: Max.

Hope Ichino's eyes were alight with curious anticipation. Tiffany said she had the elusive rumored stud Max, all locked up to herself in her friend's apartment. If Tiffany could, as she put it: "give her a full blown ride on the stud... for a fee", then it would be worth it from the rumors floating around town and she knew a lot of wealthy women looking to give Tiffany some "business." Hope glanced down to ensure her outfit was perfect.

Hope, like her mother, was practically built for one purpose; sex. She knew it and loved it. Her face was nearly angelic vision of innocence, even if she had a body built for sin, and before moving to her new hometown she had been offered some modeling gigs. Double checking her outfit, her tight t-shirt showed off a delectable valley of cleavage as her DD-cup tits pressed out against them. Her thin waist and height also made her massive tits seem bigger and her wide, ample hips seem more ridiculous than they were. Those wide hips and a thick round ass barely covered by a short denim skirt that almost showed a glimpse of her thong as she strode behind Tiffany. She knew she was a young asian sensation in town and any man with "Yellow Fever" drooled after her or her mom, which Hope was fine with, they loved sharing after all.

Hope and her mother, Himeko, were rich as hell from their family business back in Japan, but since coming to town, had embraced their inner lusts and let themselves become the upper class sluts of town. Together, the hyper-sexual mother-daughter pair had seduced just about every notable stud in town or gotten the facts from girlfriends about who was the best cock in town. With their immense connections around town, the two could make or break any stud's chances of getting laid in town. Although Hope and her mom had been through enough men in town to have a catalog of them, one cock had escaped them thus far. Max.

While all the other men in town were passable. No one had really been able to completely satisfy Hope and her mom. Many proud studs had attempted to satisfy the two, even having the mother and daughter at the same time... but no one had been able to keep up.

Hope secretly prayed that Max might be different from the rest. Although he has the looks to get into anywhere in town, he just went to school, his friend's house, and his home... Somehow, all places with some of the curviest sluts in town who all had reputations of being too 'wild' to tame... And yet, all of them that Max runs into are now no longer dating, and his aunt is now doe-eyed at max, barefoot and pregnant! Hope knew Max's aunt was around as horny as herself, she'd made it to some of Hope's own orgies and left trails of exhausted studs... yet she wasn't going out anymore and the house sounded like it was recording porn every night...

Either way, Hope certainly hoped Max was here in this shitty apartment. It wouldn't be the first time Hope paid Tiffany for help with some of the more elusive stud around town. Father Thomas, Tiffany's last "job" had been a particularly fun time.

Finally reaching Carmen's front door, Hope wondered if Tiffany's minion Maria would be home as well. Hope certainly loved eyeing her juicy ass on that delicious lit-...

Hope froze a few paces away from Carmen's front door, Tiffany continuing forward, heedless of her patron's halt. Hope could sometimes get a feeling from someone's proximity how sexually charged they or their situation were. She wouldn't call it an aura reading or anything, but like a "spider-sense" for sex and studs, the hornier and more virile, the further away and stronger she could feel them.

Normally she could some of the best dick in town from a few paces away and felt like a pleasant shudder going through her.

But whatever in fuck Tiffany felt in that apartment, she could feel through the wall. And she felt it a LOT. Hope couldn't explain why, but she could feel that someone SUPER virile was there, or the greatest orgy ever imagined was going on in Carmen's apartment.

What made Hope's mind race though, was that as Tiffany opened the front door, no one was there. The living room was empty, but Hope could FEEL some serious fucking was going on in there as she hurried into the apartment behind Tiffany. Hope's nipples hardened against her bra, her breath quickened, and her pussy flooded as she walked further into this... sea of sexual energy.

Tiffany, heedless of Hope's state, just charged into the back bedroom, figuring she'd have to wake Carmen and Max up and coax him into joining her little stable. She took two steps into the room and then stopped.

Max was free. Oh shit.

He was also hip deep in Maria, her tits swaying beneath her as he apparently pounded her into submission, doggy style, on a mattress on the floor. Maria was cooing things at Max that made Tiffany shudder, she'd never heard Maria coo to anyone she wasn't about to fuck over. "OOOoooh, God you're so fucking big! Fuck this tight little pussy. Fuck me good stud. Fuck me like AAaaaaall your other little sluts. Keep pumping that thick fucking cum into this pussy. I know you've been breeding those fucking sluts and I want it too. Fuck your baby into me. Breed me. Breed me, Breed me, breedmebreedmebreedme. KNOCK ME UP!"
Max's cum was fucking everywhere: the walls, the ceiling (somehow?), the carpet, the wrecked bed frame, the mattress, and a lot of it was coming from Maria's thoroughly stretched pussy. The bed looked like had been put through a shredder and left forgotten with the remains of the handcuffs in the corner. Oh shit!

Wait, where was Car-

*Click.*

OH SHIT!

Whirling around Tiffany saw, standing behind Hope (who for some fucking reason was staring at Max like he was the second coming of Jesus) was Carmen. With the key to the bedroom. With the only key to the bedroom. With the only key to the bedroom and a zealous look in her eyes that had never been there before.

With a fervent smile, Carmen said "Don't worry, Master's been ready for you."