daddy's slut

The red light on my camera was the only thing keeping me from thinking about how screwed I was. It blinked steadily from the corner of my room, bathing everything in a soft glow. My overdue tuition notice was hidden beneath my laptop. My rent reminder was buried beneath three unread messages from my landlord. And my bank balance was a joke I wasn't in the mood to laugh about it. But none of that mattered while the camera was recording. Tonight, I wasn't broke. I wasn't the daughter my mother barely remembered to call. I wasn't the girl who had spent the entire afternoon calculating which bill could wait another week. Tonight, I was whoever they wanted me to be. i pushed the huge silicone c*ck inside my wet warm hole faster . my walls were clenching around it loving the feeling of being full . i couldnt help it but let a loud moan as i imagined a veiny real c*ck inside me . i pinched my n*****s as i brought myself to climax . my fluids flowed down my silky sheets as i slowly pulled my dildo outside with a pop I glanced at the screen. The comments were flying so quickly that I barely had time to read them. Don't stop, You're gorgeous. I've been waiting all day. give us another round baby I smiled at the camera as i grabbed the huge silicone and licked my fluids . The urge to plurge it back in my quivering hole won and without a warning it was back inside. my eyes rolled to the back of my head as i reeled the feeling of being stretched once more. my lips quivered as i pushed the whole thing inside me ,the silicone balls were hitting my asshole with such an urgency making my eyes roll . for a minute i paused to imagine what would happen if people knew me. But they couldn't see my face. That was the rule. It had been my rule from the beginning, and it was the only thing that made this whole arrangement feel remotely safe. Nobody knew who I was. Nobody knew where I lived. Nobody knew I was a college student. And nobody knew that the money they were sending me was paying for a life I couldn't afford on my own. I glanced at the earnings counter. A small smile touched my lips. Not bad. Actually, better than I expected. Then a notification appeared. Anonymous had sent another gift. I clicked it. My smile disappeared. One thousand dollars. Again. I stared at the amount. "Seriously?" It was him. Always him. My number-one supporter. My mysterious stranger. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his age. I didn't know what he looked like. He had never asked me for anything that would reveal his identity. He simply watched. And paid. A lot. Sometimes enough to cover my rent. Sometimes enough to make me wonder whether I had accidentally attracted the attention of some billionaire with too much money and too much free time. I had jokingly started calling him my secret millionaire. I had no idea how close I was to the truth. My phone vibrated beside me. I glanced at the screen. Mom. I ignored it. The call ended. I turned back toward the camera. Another donation appeared. Anonymous. My eyebrows lifted. He was really spoiling me tonight. My phone rang again. Mom. I closed my eyes. "Not now." The comments kept moving. Who's calling? Don't answer. Stay with us. I reached for the phone and silenced it. Then it rang again. My annoyance slowly turned into suspicion. My mother and I weren't close. We loved each other in the complicated way people sometimes love family—at a distance, with conditions, and without knowing what to say when silence became uncomfortable. She could go days without calling. Weeks, sometimes. So three calls in less than five minutes? That wasn't normal. I looked at the camera. Then the phone. Then the camera again. Something was wrong. I paused the live. "Give me a second." The screen froze. I picked up the phone. "Mom?" Nothing. "Mom?" I heard her breathing. Then— "Ava." Her voice sounded strange. My stomach tightened. "What happened?" "Where are you?" "At home." "Are you alone?" I frowned. "Yes. Why?" "I need to tell you something." "Then tell me." Silence. I walked toward the window. Outside, the city glittered beneath the night sky. Cars moved along the street below, their headlights sliding across the pavement. Everything looked normal. But suddenly, I didn't feel normal. "Ava..." "What?" "I'm getting married." I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I laughed. "You're what?" "I'm getting married." "Mom, you've been married four times." "I know." "And now you're doing this again?" "This is different." "That's what you said the last time." "This man is different." I leaned against the window. "Who is he?" She hesitated. That hesitation bothered me. "What's his name?" "Alexander Black." The laughter died in my throat. I knew that name. Everybody knew that name. Alexander Black wasn't the kind of billionaire people casually mentioned. His name appeared in newspapers. Business magazines. Television interviews. Luxury events. He owned companies I couldn't pronounce and properties I couldn't imagine. He was the kind of man who didn't walk into a room. Rooms were prepared for him. "You're dating Alexander Black?" "Yes." "The Alexander Black?" She laughed. "How many Alexander Blacks do you think there are?" I stared at the reflection of myself in the window. "How long?" "A few months." "A few months?" "Yes." "And you're already getting married?" "Yes." I shook my head. "Why?" There was no hesitation this time. "Because he asked me." Something about the way she said it made me suspicious. My mother had never been subtle about what she wanted from life. She loved beautiful things. Beautiful houses. Beautiful clothes. Beautiful people. She loved being invited into rooms where other people weren't. And Alexander Black could give her all of it. "You love him?" She laughed softly. "I love what our life is going to be." I went quiet. There it was. The truth. My mother didn't want his money. She wanted his name. His status. His world. She wanted to walk into every room and have people turn toward her because she was Alexander Black's wife. "When are you getting married?" "Next month." I nearly dropped the phone. "Next month?" "Yes." "Mom, this is insane." "Don't be dramatic." "I'm not being dramatic. You're marrying a man you barely know." "I know him well enough." "And you're sure about this?" "Completely." I looked toward my laptop. The camera. The paused live. The secret account. My entire hidden life sitting three feet away from me. "Does he know about me?" "Of course." "About college?" "Yes." "What else does he know?" "He's asked about you." My stomach tightened. "Why?" "Because you're my daughter." "What did he ask?" "Whether you're seeing anyone. What you're studying. Where you spend your time." I stared at the floor. "Why does he care?" "He's going to be your stepfather." The word hit differently than I expected. Stepfather. I swallowed. "You're serious." "Very." I closed my eyes. A billionaire. My mother's fiancé. My future stepfather. None of those words belonged in the same sentence. Then my mother added casually, "He wants to meet you tomorrow." My eyes snapped open. "Tomorrow?" "Yes." "Why so soon?" "He wants his family there." "His family?" "Some of them." My stomach twisted. I looked down at myself. Then at the clothes I'd been wearing for the live. "Mom, I can't just show up looking like this." "That's why I'm telling you now." I almost laughed. "You're unbelievable." "And Ava?" "What?" "Please dress appropriately." I rolled my eyes. "I know how to dress." "I'm serious." "So am I." She sighed. "Alexander notices everything." I frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means don't embarrass me." The call ended. I stood there staring at the phone. My mother's final words kept replaying in my head. Alexander notices everything. I didn't know why they bothered me so much. Maybe because I had something to hide. A very big something. I turned toward my laptop. The paused live was still sitting there. Hundreds of viewers were waiting. My secret world was waiting. And right beside it was another notification. Anonymous had sent another gift. I clicked it. My heart skipped. Another thousand dollars. Then a message appeared. I wish I could see your face. I stared at the words. My smile disappeared. He had never said that before. He had never pushed my boundaries. Never asked me to reveal anything I wasn't comfortable revealing. So why now? I closed the message. A second later, another one appeared. Tomorrow night. I froze. There was no way he knew. There couldn't be. My mother's dinner was tomorrow night. The anonymous man had no idea who I was. At least, that's what I told myself. I shut the laptop. Then I walked toward the mirror. My reflection stared back at me. For a moment, I thought about the birthmark on my back. The one my mother had always told me to hide in photographs. The one I'd never really cared about. I turned slightly, studying it over my shoulder. A small, unmistakable mark. Nothing special. Nothing important. At least, that's what I'd always thought. I had no idea that someone would recognize it before they recognized my face. I had no idea that the billionaire my mother was marrying had already spent months watching me from behind a screen. And I certainly had no idea that the man I'd meet tomorrow would eventually become the biggest mistake of my life. Because Alexander Black wasn't walking into our family alone. He was bringing secrets with him. And I was about to discover that my mother wasn't the only person in this family who knew how to lie. Tomorrow night, I would meet my mother's billionaire fiancé. And somewhere inside me, I already knew— my life would never be the same again. maybe i would get the chance to stop doing this but deep down i knew this is what i wanted ,i enjoyed doing this more than i enjoyed studying.