The Masked Pornstar At Majesty Academy

CHAPTER ONE🔞 ~DAPHNE~ It was finally time to go live! The time I would come online and sell my dignity for money. My phone was placed firmly on a tripod stand and the lighting was all set. I exhaled anxiously as I sat on my bed and put on my ginger wig and red mask over my eyes. As a masked pornstar, I need to make sure my identity is properly concealed so nobody ever gets to know who I truly am. Despite the fact that I’ve been doing this for a few months, it didn’t make it any easier, nor did it stop my nerves from racking when I’m about to go live. “You’re doing this to pay medical bills for your brother’s illness! You need to get it together!” I tried to console myself. I took in another breath before clicking a button and boom, I was live. I was dressed in red sexy lingerie; a light fabric barely covering my boobs. That was what the viewers wanted so I had to give it to them. “Hi everyone, ginger kitty here,” I began with the lowest and most seductive voice, my fingers tracing the outline of my skimpy bra. “You know how we do it every Thursday. The highest gifter tells me what to do and I do it like the obedient little slut that I am. Now get in that wallet and let's get this party started,” I purred, biting my lips seductively. I could see my loyal gifters were already online, liking the live video and commenting on all sorts of nasty things. I often come online by seven, so all my viewers knew better than to come late. Hi “Your boobs are so sexy!” “I already came!” “I’d pay a million dollars to have a night with you!” “We’re in a crazy generation!” “I’d love to lick your clit!” I was disgusted by all the comments but I couldn’t blame them. I had given them the avenue to talk about my body in such a manner the moment I decided to become a pornstar. I checked my screen, monitoring all the gifters and nodding my head at the amount that was rolling in. “Okay so the highest gifter is horny bunny225, and he wants me to finger myself till I squirt. Thank you for being the highest gifter, and to my lovely viewers, enjoy the show,” I balanced myself properly on my bed, my right fingers parting my panties to the side and rubbing my clit. “Mmm,” I moaned, kicking back my head as I let my fingers work around the nerves surrounding it. I knew my body more than anything else, and the places to touch to give me the most pleasure. “This feels so good," I cried out as I felt my insides begin to heat up. I was done teasing my audience and I slipped two fingers into my kitty. I let out a loud gasp as I felt my fingers stretch my walls. I glanced at the screen and I could see the comments were going crazy. “My pants are already down!” “I’m touching myself to you right now!” “You’ve got a nice p***y!” “You’re so Etheral” My fingers slowly began to stroke in and out of my p***y, my lips parting as soft moans escaped them. As was the usual practice, I had to moan the gifter’s name. “Oh, Horny bunny! This feels so good!” I cried out as I stroked in and out, my pace picking up. I began to wriggle my waist like a worm as I felt tension building up, my left hand clutching the sheets tightly. “Horny bunny! I’m going to c*m—“ I cried out, thrusting even faster into my p***y. Soon, I felt my insides explode and my body began to shake like I was shocked by electricity. “Oh yesss—“ I cried out as water rushed out from my kitty, my toes curling and my face flushed as I squirted in front of the camera. I sat up, trying to recover from the powerful orgasm as I checked the screen. There were lots of likes, comments, and gifts from my excited viewers. I exhaled, glad to have made a significant amount of money today. Now, I have enough to pay for my brother, Dylan’s wolf therapy treatment. “Alright guys, thank you to all my lovely gifters and viewers. Tomorrow is going to be even more spicy so make sure to tune in. Goodbye kitties,” I blew a kiss at the camera and ended the live video. I stood up from the bed, taking off my lingerie and wig and flinging them on the bed before slipping under the shower. I stood still, like I was waiting for the shower to wash my sins away. Life wasn’t always like this. I used to be an average girl with a low profile, dressed in baggy clothes and glasses, always shy and timid. My brown hair was always in a bun and I was always in the library, lost in reading books or surfing the net for information. I have always felt insecure about my body, mostly because I developed womanly features faster than my age and was bullied by my peers because of it. To make matters worse, I was a nice prey for pedophiles, so my best bet was to hide in baggy clothes and it had been my identity ever since. After my parents died in a terrible accident, I was constantly blamed by my three brothers because they felt my parents had died because of me. They died on their way from going to buy a cake from my favorite cake shop on my birthday. I have always tried to prove myself but it seems no matter what I do, it is never good enough. Not even when I was paying for Dylan’s treatment. He was infected, with a terrible cell growth which gave him cancer, and had his treatment eating into the savings our parents had till all of it was exhausted. The quickest way to make money was being a pornstar, so I did it to save my brother. I was done having a shower and went to my room to change into a simple oversized Shirt and shorts. Suddenly I heard a knock and opened up, It was my brothers, Derek and Dominique. “How much did you make today?” Derek shoved me aside and they walked into the room. He was the youngest and was the most unpleasant to me. “I don’t know. But it’s a lot,” I blurted out, trailing behind them. Dominique snatched my phone from my bed and began to go through it, a small smile formed on his lips “You made two thousand dollars today. Not bad, “ he nodded. “You did a good job,” “No need to praise her. It’s what girls like her are meant for anyway! To sell their body cheaply for the entertainment of men,” Derek snorted. I blinked, trying to fight back my tears. I wondered why Derek always said hurtful words to me. He was the one who saw the ad, asking for pornstars and made me sign up, yet he never fails to taunt me with it. His words pierced me like a knife and even though he constantly hurt me with his words, it always felt like the first time. “Here you go,” Dominique handed me my phone. “Withdraw the money and send it to my account right now,” I nodded and collected it from him. I was about to withdraw the money when I saw a pop-up mail. “Congratulations! You have just gotten a scholarship to Majesty Academy,”