Daddys Camgirl Slut

All characters depicted in this work are 18 years or older. Intended for adult audiences only. This work was previously published elsewhere.

A/N: My daddy kink is officially out of controoool~! Lol, enjoy.

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I'm not ashamed of being a cam-girl. It's a lucrative business - one that involves mutual pleasure, for both me and my viewers. I love embracing my slutty side on camera, live for thousands of horny men and women around the world every week.

Just because I'm not embarrassed about it, though, doesn't mean I don't keep it a secret.

I mean, it's just me and my dad at home, since my mom ran off with her coworker and my elder sister moved in with her fiancee - so I don't have to worry about snooping roommates or an overbearing boyfriend. Daddy works most nights, so it's easy to keep my online activities from him.

Even if, deep down, I wish he would find out and do something about it.

I know it's wrong, okay? I want my father in a way daughters definitely shouldn't. He's just so handsome and strong and assertive, with a booming voice and rough hands that I just know would feel good to be spanked and fingered by.

It's so wrong. I shouldn't lust after my own father - he made me, after all! It's sick and twisted and...

And I can't stop thinking about it.

"Daddy, oh, yes!" I moan, sinking deeper into the pose I'm striking in front of the camera. I can hear the ting, ting, ting alert on my laptop of money coming in as I bare more of myself to my online audience. When I glance over, the comments section is moving faster than I can read.

"Mm, you like that, Daddy?" I ask, batting my false eyelashes.

This is the best part of being a cam-girl. I can legitimately scream 'Daddy!' when I cum, and no one would ever suspect I'm thinking about my real daddy. They all think it's for them - these faceless men who pay through the nose to see a sweet young thing like me call them 'Daddy' - but it's not. There's only one man I'm screaming for, and he isn't even home to hear it.

My room set-up is perfect for this kind of show. All pink and fluffy and sweet, like a Princess's back-drop. I'm stretched out on my pink, fluffy rug, in my shell-pink lingerie, with my hot-pink butt plug stuffed in my back hole, and my glittery pink vibrator pressed against my wet, pink pussy.

Fuck, it feels so good. I spread my legs further, arching up and ensuring the audience can see my expression as I slip the vibrator up and down my slit.

"I wish you were here with me, Daddy," I sigh, sucking one of my fingers into my mouth. "Wish you could feel how wet I am for you, mm. What would you do to me, if you were here?"

The chat box floods with more comments, and I give a giggle, even if most of them make me want to roll my eyes - 'fcku soh ard', 'play w ur tits', 'i'd kiss you so sweet'.

Urgh. Spare me.

It's sometimes hard to pleasure myself when the audience is so... boring. I usually have to close my eyes and pretend I'm performing for my daddy, like he's in the corner, watching me, instructing me. Imagining his growly voice ordering me around, controlling my pleasure... usually that's enough to tip me over the edge.

"I want to be filled so badly," I groan, sitting up to pet my pussy with one hand while the other controls the vibrator on my clit. "I wanna be stretched out and used, Daddy. Wanna be your good little slut, perfect little fuck-doll, please, fuck me, Daddy!"

It's what most of them want to hear, and it's easy to say, because it's all true. I'd beg my daddy to fuck me if I wasn't sure he'd be repulsed and probably have me shipped off to a convent or something. Since I graduated high school, he's been particularly careful around me, never touching me more than he has to, even to kiss my forehead or give me a hug. It's frustrating as hell, and I'm just about ready to try outright seducing him, if only so he'll just reject me and be done with it.

But God, all I want is to be Daddy's stay-at-home slut. I want him to go to work with a pep in his step thanks to me fucking and sucking him all night long. I want him to have access to my holes whenever and wherever he wants - around the house, in public, at work, whatever. I want him to kiss me and hold me, and fill me with his cum until I'm drunk on it, and show me off to his deadbeat colleagues and show me how a real man fucks a woman.

I've only slept with a few guys since graduation, but none of them were worth a second thought. The only reason I even enjoyed it was because I closed my eyes and thought of Daddy in their place.

So, yeah. Begging 'Daddy' to fuck me on camera is hardly a chore at this point.

A thud resounds from somewhere downstairs, and for a moment I panic that Daddy's home early, but a glance at the clock tells me he's still three hours from finishing time. Must be just the wind against the shutters.

"Fuck, Daddy, yes," I moan loudly, upping the speed on my vibrator and rotating it against my swollen clit. I'm dripping so much it's going all over the rug, but that's a problem for Future Me. Fuck, I feel so empty, my pussy is throbbing for a big cock to fill it up. "Fuck your little girl, fill me up with your hot cum, Daddy!"

I can feel the edge of my orgasm approaching, can hear the ting, ting of electronic money coming in from my audience...

Right as my bedroom door gives a harsh squeak, and time seems to freeze.

Daddy is here.

My dad is here!

I gawk up at him as he gawks down at me, my vibrator still buzzing away in the background. He's still in his business suit, tie slightly loosened, hair slicked back, and I don't have it in me to do anything but drool over him.

"Baby girl... what..." He can't seem to form a question, which is good, because what the fuck would I say as an answer?

"Er," I say, intelligently.

From the periphery of my vision, I can see the comments box flooding with questions, but my brain has completely blanked. I have no explanation, for either Daddy or my audience, other than I'm a complete moron who has never considered the possibility of this happening, outside of sexual fantasy.

Daddy's eyes rove over my set-up, my lingerie, the sex toys lined up next to me, the camera on its tripod, the laptop on the chair, and finally, on me. There's something in his gaze I've never seen before, and it makes me equal parts nervous and excited.

"Are you... filming yourself?" he asks in that growling voice.

A shiver wracks my whole body, making my nipples harden against their lace cups.

"Um," I answer, because I'm only capable of single syllables right now.

The ting, ting doesn't stop, and Daddy seems to realize that the laptop is reacting to my situation. "You're live? This is... what, some kind of live show?"

"Y-yes, Daddy," I say, because what's the point in lying?

I fully expect him to slam the laptop shut - or at least bark at me to turn it off, to stop the stream. I expect him to demand I put some clothes on, and lecture me for the next hour about the dangers of online presence, or something.

He takes a deep breath, and I tense with anticipation.

"How often do you do this?" he asks, and the lack of inflection is scarier than if he yelled it.

"Once a week," I squeak.

"How many people watch you?"

I glance at the screen. "Right now, there are five thousand. Sometimes more, depending on... what I do."

Another pause. "Five thousand people are watching you right now? Watching you... play with yourself? Pleasure yourself?"

My heart is beating so rapidly in my chest that I'm afraid it might just burst free. "Y-yes, Daddy."

"And they pay you for this?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He hums, moves a little closer, but still off-camera. I gulp when he removes his suit jacket and lays it on the bed, to roll up his shirt sleeves.

"I heard you asking them to... what was it? 'Fill you up with hot cum'?" he says, and my face burns scorching hot to hear those words from my beloved Daddy's lips. "You called them 'Daddy'. Is that right?"

"W-well, yes, but -"

"Who's your daddy, baby girl?"

My pussy gives such a violent throb at that question that I suck in a breath to hold back a moan. "Y-you. You're my daddy. My only daddy."

Ting, ting, ting goes the online money jar, and thump, thump, thump goes my heart in terror.

Daddy smirks down at me, and moves close enough to pinch my chin between thumb and finger. "That's right, sweetheart. I'm your daddy. Were you asking me to do that? To fill you up?"

Holy shit, is this really happening? If this weren't all so unbelievable, I'd think it was a dream. But not even my wildest fantasies could have predicted this.

I swallow hard. "Yes, Daddy. It's all for you. Always."

With a low, heady growl, Daddy bends down to kiss me - on the mouth, tongue and all, and I just about orgasm on the spot. He kisses me brutally, dominating my mouth with his, the flavor of mint and whisky on his tongue. I clutch at his shoulders and try to drag him down to the floor, but he gasps into my mouth and backs away.

"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful, I've wanted you for so long," he says, voice ragged. "But I shouldn't... we shouldn't do this. It's wrong, baby girl. I'm your dad, I'm not supposed to..."

"Please, Daddy," I beg, dignity somewhere far behind me. "Please, I want you too, you're all I've ever wanted! I don't care if it's wrong, not when it feels so right - please, let me love you properly, the way I've always wanted to! I just want to be yours."

He looks at the laptop screen, at the thousands of anonymous people watching me, tipping me, commanding me. His smirk appears again. "My little girl is popular, huh? All those people wish they were me, don't they? But all they can do is watch." He threads a hand into my hair and pulls tight enough for me to yelp in pain/pleasure. "My little slut."

A moan truly does escape me now, and Daddy laughs.

"I should've known you were like this - prancing around the house in those slutty little outfits, teasing me until I'm rock-hard day and night, testing your Daddy's patience..." He keeps a hold on my hair with one hand, while the other goes to his zipper. "C'mon, baby girl. Show Daddy what a good little slut he's raised."

I don't hesitate, nor do I check with him to see if Daddy is sure he wants this. I don't want him to back out now - not when I'm so close to getting what I want.

With shaking fingers, I undo his trousers and pull aside the front of his boxers to find--

"Oh, Daddy," I moan, wrapping my fingers around the monster cock he's been hiding from me this whole time.

Fuck, I knew he'd be big - an Alpha like my daddy would have to have a cock to match his confidence - but this is something else. He's huge and heavy and hot in my hand, and before I know it, I'm dropping my jaw to take the head of his dick into my mouth.

The pleased groan Daddy gives is enough to make me bolder; I bob my head, taking more of him, while the money floods in to my online tip jar. I'd almost forgotten about my - our - audience, but it makes it even naughtier to think all those people are watching me suck my father's cock!

"That's it, little one, take it," Daddy croons as I struggle to fit even half of him in my mouth. What my mouth can't reach, I take in my hand, and soon I'm sucking him for real, swirling my drool-covered hand as I rock back and forth, gulping Daddy's cock with every thrust. He holds my head in his hands and eases his way into my throat. "C'mon, baby, let's get you drunk on Daddy's cock before I fill you like you need."

His words have juices dripping down my thighs, splattering the rug beneath me, and it's a good thing my hands are busy with his cock, or else I'd be back to playing with my pussy, and probably cumming in less than ten seconds.

"Fuck, this is so wrong," Daddy groans, but doesn't slow, even as I choke around his massive length. He holds me down until I'm whining and dripping with drool. "Such a good cock-sucker, sweetheart. Can't wait to train that throat to take all of me."

I gurgle something of an enthusiastic assent, and he laughs.

"Daddy's sorry, baby. If I'd known how desperate you were for my cock, I'd have fucked you a long time ago, saved you the effort of begging for dick on camera, whoring yourself out to your little fans. Daddy's here now, though. I'm gonna give you what you need."

I slurp around Daddy's cock like it's a lollipop, bobbing up and down while trying to keep the inches of him I can't swallow covered with my hand. Above me, he's staring down at me with a hunger in his eyes that makes me hotter.

I can't believe this is really happening, that it was this easy to get my dad to break and fuck me! Why didn't I try this ages ago? How did I miss the signs that he wanted me like I wanted him?

"Please, Daddy," I choke out, saliva stringing my mouth to his cock, "will you please fuck me now? Like you're supposed to?"

"Made just for me, weren't you, baby girl," Daddy purrs, rubbing his rough thumb against my cheek. "I made you, so that means you're mine. Turn over, let me see what I've been missing this whole time."

I flip onto all fours, my whole body in frame on the laptop screen, and I glance at the comments, scrolling thick and fast - shit like, 'holy shit is this real', 'yesss fuck her daddy!!', 'fuked up lol', 'noway hes hr real dadd' and 'take my money lmao this is amazing'.

"They want you to fuck me, Daddy," I purr, arching my back and spreading my legs, enough to show my bare, dripping cunt and bejeweled butt plug off to my daddy. My heart is still hammering in my chest, terrified that at any minute he's going to call this whole thing off, but he doesn't go anywhere, which is a good sign.

"Do they, just," Daddy comments dryly. "They want the privilege of watching me stuff my beautiful daughter's sweet pussy, hm? What do you think, baby? Should we show them?"

The online tip jar is pinging louder than ever, the comments begging me not to stop the show.

"I want them to see, Daddy," I moan. "I wanna show the world what a perfect slut I am for you, wanna show you how much I love you..."

"Look at this," Daddy comments, and I feel him kneeling behind me. His warm hands smooth over my ass cheeks, spreading me further for his perusal. My cheeks burn with humiliation at being inspected so thoroughly, but deep down I know it's okay, because it's my daddy, and he loves all of me.

He grabs at the butt plug and pulls hard, making me moan loudly. "You like anal, too, baby?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Mm, let's save that for next time, maybe. Keep the plug in, baby, Daddy wants you nice and tight." He taps on the jeweled end of the butt plug, eliciting another broken moan from me.

Next time. That's a promise, right?

"Yes, Daddy!"

Suddenly there are thick fingers slipping over and around my cunt, pinching my clit, spreading my pussy wide, and I fall forwards with the onslaught of pleasure, my arms unable to keep my head up.

"Such a perfect little cunt," Daddy says with a whistle of appreciation. "Never had anything as big as me in here, have you, baby?"

"Never, Daddy, p-please be gentle," I slur, rocking my hips back into his touch as two fingers begin to delve into my hole, drawing more sticky juices from me.

He chuckles, and when I glance back, he's looking at the comments section. "They don't want me to be gentle, sweetheart. They're asking me to use you properly, like you've been begging for all this time. 'Put her in her place', somebody said. As your daddy, I feel like I should do just that; teach you that if you act like a cock-hungry slut, you're gonna get treated like a cock-hungry slut."

"Daddy!" I whine with a pout. Truth is, fuck yes, I want him to teach me a lesson, and I don't particularly care if my poor pussy has to take the brunt of it - I'm certain Daddy will be gentle with me some other time... if he can be convinced to do this again, of course.

"Fuck, this pussy is just sucking my fingers right in," Daddy says with a laugh of disbelief, adding another finger in my hole, stretching it wide open. "Poor baby, can't even wait for a real cock. Alright, sweetheart, let's see how well you can milk your daddy's cock."

Daddy knows I'm on birth control - he drove me to the doctor's appointment and all, comforting and supportive when I voiced my anxieties - so it shouldn't be a surprise when I feel the head of his bareback cock kiss my pussy hole, but I still moan aloud at the first feel of a man's naked cock on my cunt.

"You like that, baby?" Daddy asks, voice tight.

"N-never had a bare cock in me before, Daddy," I manage to reply through the haze of pleasure. "The others... I made them wear condoms."

Daddy swats my ass hard, making me yelp, even if his cock-head slips a little further against me. "You're a brave girl, talking about taking other cocks when your daddy is about to fuck you. Mm, so I'm your first bare cock, am I? That's good, sweetheart. You won't be taking any other cocks from now on - Daddy's gonna fill you up daily, keep this pussy good and fed."

He knees my legs wider apart, a hand pressed to my lower back to keep me steady, before he starts to feed his cock into my cunt, spearing me open with every inch, uncaring for my whines and gasps and moans.

"My little pink princess," Daddy groans, running his hands over my back and down my sides. "Sweet little slut. Take it, baby. Take it all for Daddy."

He doesn't give me an option; he carves out space for himself inside me, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper, until I'm stuffed completely full, drool dripping from my mouth, my eyes crossed with the fucking pleasure of it all.

At this point, I hardly care about the live show, nor my fans, nor the constant sound of money coming in. I don't care what they're saying in the comments - all I can really think about is the stretch of Daddy's cock deep in my cunt, impaling me harder with every thrust.

"Yes, Daddy!" I gasp out. "Use your little girl, make me your slut! Oh, please, yes! Ruin me, Daddy!"

Daddy picks up the pace, rutting into me like a wild animal while all I can do is grip the rug and moan like a whore.

His hand grips my chin, forcing me to look to the webcam, straight into the eyes of my fans watching from afar.

"Show them, baby. Show them how hard you can cum for Daddy, how tight this cunt can get for your own father's cock," he snarls, making my pussy clench in response to the gruffness of his words.

I'm a sniveling, drooling mess, and I can't bring myself to care. Just one look at the comments - 'cum f or your dddy princess', 'such a fcuking slut', 'get it girl omg', 'hopes he breeds her right' - has me growing hotter, my whole body tensed and ready to fall apart.

Daddy slaps my ass, hard enough to make me yelp.

"Cum for Daddy, princess. Be a good girl, and cum."

His demand tips me over the edge. My elbows give way as my body shakes and quivers, my cunt baring down hard on Daddy's thick cock, juices gushing from my slit as I shriek loud enough to probably alert the neighbors.

Daddy winds his arms around my torso, big hands pawing at my juicy tits, holding me up as he fucks into me with a newfound urgency, bouncing me on him like I'm nothing but a hole to fuck.

Which... I kinda am.

"Who do you belong to, baby girl?"

"You, Daddy!"

"Mm, that's right. Daddy owns you, sweetheart. Owns this mouth -" He shoves three fingers into my wet, suckling mouth, and my tongue immediately starts lashing them like a series of lollipops, "- owns this ass -" his wet fingers go to my butt plug, trapped between our bodies, and tugs it suddenly enough for me to cry out, "- and, most importantly, Daddy owns this precious little cunt. Now, hold on tight while Daddy claims what's rightfully his."

Daddy shoves me down, face-first into the rug, and mounts me like a mindless animals, his trousers around his knees, cock buried deep in his daughter's cunt, holding my hair like reins as he fucks into me, ignoring my cries and moans.