I told myself I wouldn’t cry this time. Told myself I’d st. That I wouldn’t come just from sucking. I’m such a fucking liar. The first time he unzipped in front of me, I nearly moaned. I don’t even remember his name—he’s one of the Daddys they assign the sweet ones to. Older. Stern. Pale skin, veined hands, a voice like smoke and sugar. The other one—taller, leaner, with a ring on his finger and a thick cock already half-hard in his scks—stood behind me as I dropped to my knees between them. My lip gloss smeared before I even opened my mouth.

  "First day, huh?" the front one asked, brushing a finger under my chin, lifting it up.

  “Y-Yes, Daddy. I’m—I’m ready. I’ve been practicing. A lot.”

  God. I could hear myself. I sounded like a fucking cartoon. But it worked. They both smiled.

  “Good girl,” said the one behind me.

  I came a little just from that. I spread my knees wider on the plush pink rug and leaned in, gsses slipping down my nose. Braces fshed as I opened my mouth as wide as I could, tongue out, drooling already.

  Glrk.

  First thrust. Deep.

  His cock hit the back of my throat like it owned me. I gagged so hard my pigtails bounced. Slobber spilled down my chin, thick and sticky. I looked up at him through soaked shes and forced myself not to pull back. I wanted to be good. Needed to be good. The House’s Sweetest Sucktoy. That’s what they called me. That’s what I was gonna be.

  Behind me, I felt the other man kneel down, tug my cute little pink panties to the side. Two fingers dipped into my soaked slit and I whimpered around the cock in my throat.

  “She’s ready.”

  “She was born ready.”

  And then—stretch. Slow. Thick. He pushed into me like he was carving space just for him. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I was just… used. One man using my mouth. One filling my cunt. Every time the cock in my throat slid deeper, the one in my pussy thrust, and I swear—swear—my soul left my body for a second.

  “She’s making such a mess,” one of them said.

  “You hear that? That sloppy little noise her cunt makes every time I bottom out?”

  “Mm-hmm. I think our frosting girl likes being filled up like dessert.”

  I tried to moan. Choked. Gagged. Loved it.

  “Take it, baby,” the front one whispered, hand cradling my cheek. “You’re doing so good for us.”

  “Such a sweet little hole. I bet she’s never been fucked like this.”

  I haven’t. And I didn’t care if they knew. They fucked me like I was made to be in the middle. Like this is what my mouth was for. What my pussy was built for.

  “Let’s hear her say it,” the one behind me grunted, thrusting deeper.

  The other pulled out of my throat. My lips were raw. My face was wrecked.

  “What are you, Ginny?”

  I coughed. Gasped. Swallowed spit and cum and air.

  “I-I’m—” I blinked hard, gsses fogged, twin-tails swinging as I tried to catch breath. “I’m your little fucktoy. I’m sweet and stupid and I just—I just wanna be good for Daddy.”

  They both groaned.

  “That’s it.”

  “Good fucking girl.”

  Then they fucked me harder. No mercy. Just praise. Just thick hands gripping my hips, keeping me split open while my mouth stretched around cock again. My throat burned. My pussy clenched. My legs shook until I screamed into his cock and came, hard, so fucking hard I swear I bcked out for a second. They didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. They filled me. One in my throat. One in my cunt. Hot and deep and thick and perfect.

  When they pulled out, I colpsed forward. Leaking. Spit-drunk. Cum dripping from both ends. I was crying and smiling and trying to say thank you but my mouth wasn’t working. The taller one helped me sit up. Wiped my mouth with his thumb.

  “You did good, Girlie.”

  I nodded. Couldn’t stop trembling.

  “You’re gonna be a favorite.”

  And I swear to god, even through the sobs and the drool, I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. Because I was. Because I am. Because I love being sweet enough to swallow.