Daddys Camgirl

Note: No sexual activity involves a character under the age of 18.

Also, this story has a slower buildup than usual. I apologize if that isn't to anyone's liking.

-Miss Mesh

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My name is Maya, also known as the "Six-Foot Goddess".

I live-stream on webcam, where I perform a wide variety of naughty deeds in front of my audience. I have that name because I'm very,

very

tall. I was 6'5" by the time I turned eighteen a few springs ago, and I haven't stopped growing even at the present date. Even my breasts were smaller back then, and I've had to abandon Ds for Double-F cups in the time since.

Back when I was younger, I used to get teased and bullied in school a lot because of my size, and it was hard to make friends because nobody wanted to hang out with "the Giant" or "the Tree". When the teacher's back was turned, kids used to throw things at me and call them "tree ornaments", they'd trip me just to yell "Timber!" as I fell, and sometimes they'd even hang rope, wires or other things in high places to make me walk into them, just to laugh at my pain. It made me

hate

being so different, and I thought my height was a curse.

There's only one reason I got through that awful time, and that's my father.

However you picture an average American couple, my parents are pretty much the opposite of it. Daddy's always been there for me, and in a way I could call him my best friend, while my Mom preferred giving me "tough love". My height came from her, funny enough...a former fashion model who later became a big fashion journalist. She's not quite as tall as

me

, but it definitely runs in her side of the family. That worked out fine, though. She turned out to have a fetish for shorter guys, and my Dad had a thing for tall chicks as well. A match made in heaven, drawn together by fate.

The opposites don't end there, though. Mom's a bit of a workaholic; her work as a fashion columnist takes her away from home sometimes. And while my father and I were always very close, Mom and I usually didn't see eye-to-eye. She's never approved of the way Daddy gave me the freedom to make my own decisions, to wear what I wanted to wear or go where I wanted to go. She always felt that girls needed to have set boundaries and control if they wanted to grow up to be "proper women", like her. Otherwise, she always used to say, I'd wind up pregnant before even finishing high school.

Daddy, on the other hand, usually worked temp jobs in computer IT. He wasn't ever really "employed", but still made good money fixing and upgrading people's rigs and offering consultation for moderate-sized companies and anyone who could afford it. He's a hard worker and loves what he does. I learned everything I know about technology from him, and he was always proud of how quickly I picked things up. I found the stuff I learned from him way more fun than what Mom tried to teach me about makeup, fashion and other "girly" stuff.

At one point, Daddy even gave me my first computer and left me free to use it however I wanted. So...needless to say, I did what most kids do when they're introduced to the internet. I explored the forbidden sites and content that most people my age had never seen before. It was around this time that I first heard of and learned what a "camgirl" was. I was introduced to the idea by a friend I met online, who had been camming herself for several years. She told me all about the occupation, along with the benefits and risks. I spoke to her often, and she always had new and exciting things to say about her sessions. I was always willing to listen, and always completely amazed at how profitable this could be.

When Daddy found out what I was doing, he wasn't upset. He knew what young people got up to on the computer. He just sat me down, gave me "The Talk", and made it clear that as long as I was smart and careful with my body, he would never judge me or anything I did.

So I decided to come clean with him. I don't know

why

I did it, but at that moment that I decided to tell Daddy what I'd decided. A decision I'd reached some time ago, but had been struggling with. I didn't

dare

tell Mom first, because she'd surely lose her shit. But Daddy I knew I could trust.

"Daddy, I wanna be a camgirl," I told him.

He didn't know that word at first, but after I explained it to him, his face turned the same shade as a ripe cherry. I just sat there, twiddling my thumbs as he paused, took a deep breath and slowly nodded his head. My heart stopped. My hairs stood on end. This wasn't, after all, your typical request or career choice. What father could have been prepared for his only daughter to say something like that to him, out of the blue?

But finally he spoke, in his usually soft and loving voice: "Like I've always said, honey. When you're mature enough, you can do whatever you want to do with your body. So long as you're careful, I'll support you in any way I can."

I smiled and hugged him, fulfilled to have Daddy's blessing even after confessing that I wanted to do something...to

be

something...that most fathers dread for their daughter. I knew then that Daddy would do anything for me, and I swore I'd never let him down. I'd prove to him that I could handle myself, and even after I started this new "hobby" of mine, I would still be the kind of girl he'd be proud of.

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I had gained enough confidence to get a makeover and completely reinvent my look. In the eyes of my classmates, I went from "Six-Foot Giant" to "Six-Foot Goddess" over the course of a single semester. Mom was so happy to see my sudden change of heart about the "girly stuff" she taught me that she didn't question how it came about. I'd ask her how her hair, nails and makeup were done, and she'd gladly tell me and give me tips to bring out my natural beauty. She was the one who suggested I wear short and split skirts to show off my long legs. She also knew of apparel chains that offered special discounts. I took full advantage of the information and had my entire wardrobe replaced within two months.

Daddy bought me everything...or I should say he

"loaned"

it to me. Even though he was happy to help me, he wanted me to remember what he said about me acting maturely and carefully. Anything he bought me, I'd have to pay him back for someday. He said that would prove I was mature enough to handle this, and show that I wouldn't degrade myself to being just a dumb bimbo. I gladly promised that I would, and he'd pat my head and give me a big glowing smile.

"I believe in you, honey," he'd tell me.

Looking into his loving eyes and seeing how much he loved me...how much he trusted me....it was the best feeling in the world to me.

Despite Mom's prediction, I remained a virgin when I graduated high school and remained so when I hit my 18th birthday...the time when Daddy promised me I could do my very first camshow. By that time, I had acquired everything I needed, and I was more than eager to get started and officially celebrate my new status as a legal adult.

As I prepared to take my show live for the first time, I was beyond nervous. The website I was running it on was just some free one that popped up when I typed "camgirl hosting" into the search engine. My friend had warned me to stay clear of shady ones that asked for credit card information, or contact info, or made other suspicious requests. This one, though, seemed to be pretty legit and even my friend had said it was a pretty good place for a beginner. So I made a new profile, feeling a great sense of pride when the disclaimer asked "I Verify That I Am 18 Years Of Age" and I clicked "Yes!".

I took a moment to check my hair, makeup and outfit in my bedroom mirror. My hair was brushed to flawless perfection, and I'd even become so adept at makeup that I barely recognized myself these days. I looked

ridiculously

hot, and I'd chosen to dress myself in a mesh bra and panties, covered by a silk robe. Between that and the sleazy, slutty makeup I was wearing, I totally looked like a brothel wench waiting for a John that offered the right price.

And really, I supposed, that wasn't too far from the truth.

But no matter how good

I

thought I looked, I needed an expert opinion. I called Daddy to my room, asking if he could help me with something for a minute. Although he knew today was the day I was going to try out my camgirl stuff, I figure he must have thought I needed some technical assistance or something, because he came right away and certainly wasn't expecting what awaited him.

I opened my bedroom door with my lewd outfit in full display. The silk robe was tied low and loose around my body, hanging off from the top to give a peek at my soft, smooth shoulders and the cleavage I had become so proud of. The robe wasn't really made for a girl my size, either, so it stopped way short, just below my nethers, where it was just possible to catch short glimpses of the black mesh panties I was wearing. My long, slender legs were on full display and accentuated by 6-inch platform heels that made me look even taller than ever.

Daddy froze, losing his breath at the sight of me. He blinked several times, seemingly almost ready to pass out. His eyes followed me, however, from head to toe...taking full stock of everything I had to offer. Feasting upon everything his big girl had on display. I knew it must have been doing a number on him. After all, I had always known that Daddy liked tall women, like Mom. And me.

"Well...?" I asked him, my face hot and eyes falling away nervously. "What do you think?"

Daddy just stood there, his mouth agape and eyes bulging from his skull. He tried to find words, but that proved futile. He looked so cute, like his mind was struggling to override his impulses. As if one half of his body was struggling to win over the other.

His lips moved, but they couldn't form a coherent vocabulary. "Wh-Wh-Wha...What do I, uh, th-th-th...?"

I giggled, more pleased than I should have been to get this sort of reaction from him. I turned to look again, and my eyes locked on his. Soft, thin lips, painted a deep red, formed a gentle smile. "My outfit, Daddy. For the stream. What do you think of my outfit?"

I watched Daddy's reaction carefully. I studied every movement of his eyes, every twitch of his face, and each drop of sweat as it slowly ran down his brow. I even thought I might have seen a bulge appearing in his sweatpants, and that excited a little more than I expected it to.

His eyes were at level with my chest, and no matter how hard he tried not to notice...not to

stare

...his gaze kept being drawn back toward the hefty cleavage that lingered so close. I teased him, arching my back and allowing my tits to perk ever so much more in front of him. There they were...less than a foot or so from his face. Close enough for him to breathe in their scent. All he had to do was reach out and grab them...

...or lean his lips slightly forward...

...and then...

Suddenly feeling a bit flush myself, I tried to refocus on Daddy and force his attention on me. "Daddy...? You don't like it...?"

Some of his wits came back, as if he suddenly remembered that had I called him there for help. His breath steadied, and his eyes became sharper. He cleared his throat, and inhaled.

"You...you look incredible, sweetie," he stammered. "I...I barely recognized you."

"Well, if my own father can't help but look at me like that," I teased, "then I guess this works, huh?"

I laughed, hoping he would join in with me, but he just winced in shame. "Yeah, honey. It does."

"You don't have to feel bad, Daddy," I said consolingly. "I asked you to come to get your opinion. You don't have to feel bad just because you reacted that way. You're a guy and you're straight. It's only natural."

"Yeah, but..." he responded, sheepishly "...you're still my daughter, honey."

Hearing that, my heart involuntarily sank just a smidge. Deep inside, I couldn't help but feel just a bit disappointed. Just for that moment, I didn't want Daddy to think of me that way. For just that one moment in time, I wanted him to look at me the way I was...just a hot, horny woman standing in front him with barely a thing on, craving for the attentions of a man. I didn't want to be his daughter...I wanted to be just a woman whom a hunky man like him couldn't help but desire.

I wanted this, I told myself at the time, because I just wanted to guesstimate how successful I could be as a camgirl. I looked different now but was still the same insecure teenager, horribly self-conscious about her size and height, that I always had been. All of the makeup and all the sexy outfits in the world wouldn't change the girl I'd always been, or undo my nervousness. So I wanted Daddy to help me, like he always did. In a way only

he

could.

I wanted his feelings as a man to override his feelings as a father.

I wanted him to look like he might pounce on me at any moment and have his way with me.

I wanted him to see that I was so turned on that I would do

nothing

to stop him.

After all, I continued to rationalize, if my own

father

could look at me and see just a sexy young woman, if all he saw was a woman he wanted to

fuck,

it would have been the perfect confidence booster. If even Daddy couldn't control his urges...if he desired me as a woman...then there'd be no doubt that I could turn

any

man on.

All this was what I told myself, anyway.

In those following moments, though, we both snapped out our lust-filled stupors and Daddy gave me a wide smile, wishing me luck before departing. Trying to put on a brave face for me despite the obvious maelstrom of turmoil toiling inside his pants.

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I titled my stream "18 Year Old Birthday Girl - First Time Streaming" and took my show live.

I was rather bashful on my first show, and it was easy to tell. However, that wound up working to my advantage because a lot of viewers were excited by the sight of a brand new face, so pure and unspoiled. They were even more excited when they learned I was a total virgin. Many of them eagerly awaited my on-camera "deflowering". Naturally, some guys didn't buy it...saying that any girl that looked as hot as I did couldn't possibly be untouched.

The first $5 donation requested that I untie my robe and show off part of my mesh lingerie to the camera. The next $10 got me to take off the robe entirely and sit in front of the camera in only my underwear. After that, did a Q-and-A session while the audience soaked in my sexy body and imagined what I'd look like naked, getting themselves good and excited.

If I could describe the feeling that came with hosting my own show in one word, it would be..."empowering". With only a tiny webcam and a keyboard, I was broadcasting myself live where anyone could watch. Granted, my viewership barely went beyond a few dozen at first, but even then, it was incredible to know that many eyes were on me...enjoying what I could offer.

I could feel the vestiges of the weak, unconfident Maya beginning to slip away. Sometimes, I'd look at myself on the cam feed and be amazed at the person I saw there. The person I was becoming. I was already physically beyond recognition, but now my behavior was following suit. I was captivated by this new Maya. She felt alien, yet somehow familiar...like a part of me that had been buried but was now starting to dig her way out.

Then came time for the main event. The next donator paid for me to take off my top and show off my massive breasts. I knew I'd have to eventually, of course, but I was so nervous that my hands fumbled with the back of my bra. I smiled sheepishly to my audience, and watched the chat go aflame with people urging me to hurry and savoring the full reveal of my Ds. Finally, it snapped open and I slowly peeled my bra away to show my naked chest in full view of dozens of people online.

I blew kisses to the camera, shook my chest, smooshed my tits together in my hands, and generally put on the best show I could, despite my inexperience. The donation counter took a sudden spike, going from just under $100 to over $300 in an instant. My eyes went wide and my excitement was hard to suppress. That moment was definitely a profound influence on my confidence, because knowing that people had donated over $200 just because I took off my bra felt oddly vindicating. Some girls my feel cheap, or used...but it only made me smile and wonder what else I could do, or take off, to earn even more.

Of course, the answer was obvious. I left my computer chair and went to my bed, laying with my legs spread wide and my black panties shown in full. This was the chat's first time seeing my entire body, and they were all shocked by my long legs and height. I was expecting a few mean comments to appear, but instead, everyone praised my body and said how much of a turn-on it was. That I had long, beautiful slender legs. That I looked amazing in my platform heels.

The support turned me on so much that I eagerly laid down on my bed and I looped my slender fingers under the sides of my panties. I teasingly struggled with them a bit before finally beginning to slide them down. I bared my naked, wet pussy for them all to see, and smiled as I pulled back my labia so that they could see how wet I was. How wet

they

were making me. I gave the camera a lustful smile as they traveled down my loooong legs. Once I got one leg free, I rose the other in the air, dangling the panties in the stem of my heel, slowly and gently rubbing my hands along my thighs to accentuate how lengthy and slim they were. From the angle the viewers could see, tiny glimpses of my plump little ass peeked into sight numerous times.

It was at that point that I feel like my camgirl "persona" was truly born, as this was the first time I finally accepted my body as it was.

I laid on my side and played with my tits and pussy while I talked to my viewers. My friend had instructed me on the importance of building a rapport with them. "Friendly beats Hot" she always used to say. But of course, if you can be both, that's even better.

Then I got another massive donation. This time, from a viewer wanted to watch me finger myself and "cyber" with him.

I acceded, but confessed cybersex wasn't something I'd ever had experience with. The donator was happy to be the first to "pop my cyber-cherry" as he put it, so I got comfortable, and squeezed my breasts with one hand while I spread my thighs apart and slid the other to my pussy. I slipped a finger in, just up to the first digit, and slowly squirmed it inside to stimulate the sensitive edges of my cunt. My body began to feel so light and so good. I rode with the pleasure, picking up the tempo at a steady rate until I could feel the fire rising in my pussy, hot liquid pleasure releasing itself and soaking my sheets. I'd never squirted before, but my first was a time to remember, getting some of my juice all over the lens of my camera and driving my viewers absolutely wild.

I laid there on my bed for a while, too exhausted and sensitive to even properly move. I laid there with my thighs spread open and my pussy shimmering wet. By the time I was ready to make my way back to the computer, I saw that the donations had reached $475. I'd reached that much money after only streaming for three hours at most.

It was then that I knew I'd made a wonderful decision.

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I streamed a minimum of 3 days a week and used the money I earned first and foremost to pay Daddy back as quickly as possible. He was

amazed

at how fast I was able to accomplish this, but just smiled and said, "A promise is a promise." With my debt paid, I used the rest of my money to buy things to improve my stream. Better equipment, better lighting, upgrades, hardware and software for my computer...and of course, sexier outfits and kinkier sex toys.