He’d send me romantic gifts in the mail, objects off my wishlists. He’d always tip me huge on my birthday and holidays. He had me spoiled rotten, and I’d kinda fallen in love with him.
But early today, I finally figured it out. It was a silly slip up. He’d sent me another present, but the billing address was attached to the packing slip.
And the billing address was the exact same as the shipping address.
That only left me... and my step-father. No one else lived here, and as I worked through college, I guess he’d figured it out who I was. But now I had the upper hand, because I knew who he was, and he didn’t know it yet. But by the end of my camshow tonight, he would.
I wanted to do a special show. I’d been thinking about it all day, how I could coyly let my number one fan know that he’s actually my daddy. So I went out shopping and bought a brand new outfit. It’s a sweet little plaid skirt and a slutty button up top. With a pure white bra and no panties, I knew that I could at least make him remember me as his little girl.
But more than that, I changed the position of my laptop. Usually I do my show facing a blank wall. Tonight, I was going to do a show with just the corner of a poster that’s been in my room for years peeking through.
And I decided tonight would be kink night.
Daddy daughter night.
Tonight was the night I’d finally get what I wanted. My daddy, taking my virginity.
Yeah, it’s hard to believe I held onto that for so long, I know. I’ve always been a horny girl, I love to tease, to show off for viewers. I’ve had a real exhibitionist fetish since I was little. But along the way I never met a guy I actually trusted enough to get naked with and screw.
The guys my age were always so skeezy, such losers who never did it for me, and certainly never made me trust them. I was always a daddy’s girl at heart. I wanted an older man like him, one I could trust, who would care about me, and take care of me.
Turns out after all this time I didn’t want someone just ‘like’ him, I wanted my daddy.
Which explains why my attempts to date older guys never worked out either.
You see, my daddy’s not just sweet to me, caring and kind. He’s a total stud. The man works a lot, and he never misses the gym. He’s l
ike looking at a mile high mountain of muscle, but he’s all smiles and hugs for me. What girl wouldn’t want his warm smile directed at her? His big, bulging arms wrapped about her? His big, hard dick stuffed up inside her?
I was embarrassed about that for a long time, but since I discovered he was my top fan… I let go of it. He knew who I was. He liked me. Wanted me. He had to with how often he watched me stripping and masturbating on cam.
So now was my turn to let him know that I was onto him.
That I was into him.
My heart pounded as I turned on my show, looking at the lineup of people already filling my channel. With my dark black hair, my supple curves, and my killer tits, I had amassed a huge following. I was one of the top models on the site, and I treated it like a business.
At the pace I was going, I’d not only graduate without debt. I’d have enough to put a sizable down payment on a house and move out.
But why would I want to? I was spoiled rotten and I loved it.
And then I saw it. His name. My lips twisted into a smile as I waved at the camera.
“Hi boys,” I said seductively, licking my ruby red lips. “I hope you’re in the mood for something fun tonight.”
He always had a special place in the chat, he was almost always one of the top contributors to my shows, and within no time I saw his name pop up.
“Hard to believe you wouldn’t be fun in here. You’re the Queen of camming, Amber,” he said in the chat, though that wasn’t my real name, just my show name. But he was always so pleasantly upbeat and encouraging. “You look absolutely stunning tonight!” he said.
I flicked my hair over my shoulder, giving a mega wattage smile. I grabbed a lollipop that I had on my bed, taking off the wrapper and slowly, seductively putting it in my mouth. I never did anything really sexual in public chat. I saved it all for private.
But sucking a lollypop was just the right amount of kink and sensuality to get my fans worked up and ready to spend.
My tongue swirled around the pink candy, teasing it in and out of my ruby lips as I maintained eye contact with my webcam.
With my daddy.
Knowing he was on the other side didn’t make me nervous. It just made me horny as fuck.