Three Sitters, One Slot

Ms. Carter set up three folding chairs in the living room. Three teenage girls faced her—Faye, Sasha, Tillie—all aching for the same babysitting job. The interview began politely enough, but the longer it stretched, the faster tempers flared. Sasha cut Faye off mid-sentence. Tillie told Sasha she’d last longer than her. Voices rose, chairs scraped, and Ms. Carter felt a tight, unmistakable throb between her thighs. Beautiful girls bickering over her. She let the silence stretch, then spoke. “The job goes to whoever makes me come the hardest.” Faye hit the floor first, tugging Ms. Carter’s panties down. Sasha pushed Tillie’s mouth between those thighs and held her there, insisting it was her right. Ms. Carter’s fingers sank into Faye’s hair, holding her tongue firm against the swollen clit. Wet sounds filled the room—Faye’s tongue flicking, Sasha grinding her own sex on Tillie’s thigh for leverage. Tillie slid two fingers straight inside Ms. Carter, curling them, working deeper while Faye sucked the slick hood. Ms. Carter’s hips bucked. She yanked Sasha forward, sucked on her small tit, then shoved the girl back onto Tillie’s knee so she could watch the other two compete. Each desperate lick and needy moan drove her closer. Legs shaking, she ground against Faye’s mouth, kept Tillie’s knuckles locked inside her, and ordered Sasha to pinch her nipples. Tension snapped hard. Ms. Carter came with a short, broken gasp, thighs locked around Faye’s head while the two other girls kept every inch of her body covered and claimed. She pulsed twice, three times, thighs slick, breath ragged. When she finally opened her eyes, she pointed at all three of them, voice low. “You start tonight.”