It’s the only way to keep my family afloat.
Taking a deep breath, I double-check that my mask and wig are in place, protecting my identity, before I go live.
“Good evening, y’all,” I drawl, putting a bit more fake twang in my voice.Guys love a southern belle.“How’s your day been?”
The numbers in the upper corner rise as more accounts join my server, climbing higher than ever before. A zing of excitement pulses through me, making my nipples harden. Something feels different about tonight, maybe even special.
Knotty4u: Evening beautiful. missed you and those lush tits yesterday-$50
The tips start coming in rapid fire, and I shimmy out of my lacy bra and then go to roll out my yoga mat. My body is electric, an intense need gathering between my legs, making me wild.
Reckless.
“You know, I was gonna show you some new yoga poses tonight. But y’all are being so friendly, I think maybe we should try something else.” Biting my lip, I put extra sway in my hipsas I walk toward the camera. My hands run down my soft skin, and I get closer until they can barely see my face, leaving my tits in perfect view. The ornate heart locket that I never take off rests between them, so I swing it to my back, then lift my heavy breasts, each in one hand.
I push them together, then rub my thumbs in circles until my nipples are straining, sensitive from my touch.
“What do you say? Do y’all want more?” I tease, bringing my finger to my mouth and dripping saliva over the digit before bringing it back to pluck at my nipple.
HardAlphaBro9: Yes, more. So much more. Touch that pussy for us. - $100
A few more fifty-dollar tips join the one from HardAlphaBro9, and I twitch with excitement. Biting my lip again, this time to stop myself from squealing with joy, I take a few swallows before speaking again.
“Oh, babe. You just made my day,” I coo, slipping my hand between the valley of my breasts, sensually making my way down my belly. My lace panties are already soaked, knowing this many people are watching, dying for me to get myself off. They can look, but they can’t ever touch.
With a breathy sigh, I reach the waistband of my panties and allow it to snap against me for the audience’s appreciation. The number of people watching my feed jumps again, 1001, 1002… and the tips soar in, some just a few dollars, while others are heftier twenties and even a few fifties.
URAlpha: Do it, omega, slide those fingers inside your cunt.
HardAlphaBro9: Call my name. Alex- $100
SlickSearch: Let’s hear how wet you are.
It’s filthy. And dirty. Their demands make me hypersensitive, and I can’t help but moan as my fingers slip between my soaked folds. My clit is on fire, and I rub it in gentle circles, stoking the flames of desire.
“Ohhhh, Alex,” I whine, power surging through me as more money floods in. My tits jiggle in the camera, and I check to make sure nothing else can be seen as pleasure courses through my body. It’s strange—needing to be alert while also chasing my orgasm. “Feels so good.”
PuckNut88: Private Room NOW- $400
Holy shit. He’s here. And offering way over the asking price to take this feed to a private room. My little crush gets a whole lot bigger. With another long, lusty moan, I sit straight and pull my wet fingers away from my aching cunt. My clit pulses, my pussy needing to be filled, demanding a knot.
“All right, y’all. PuckNut wants a private audience. I can’t thank you enough for being here with me tonight. Just a quick reminder—there’s something special up on my subscribers page. Signing up tonight means you’ll get advance notice of my livestreams. Hope to see y’all soon!” I wave my slick-coatedfingers at the camera and smile at all the complaints. They don’t want me to go and are nearly feral for their first look at my wetness.
Here’s hoping for subscribers.
With just a few simple clicks, I close the live and send PuckNut88 an invite to the private room. It’s even easier than I expected. And though butterflies of anticipation flutter deep in my belly, I can’t help how desperate I am to hear this man’s voice.
The money is deposited into my account—more than I’ve madeall weekat the diner—and and he enters the chat.
“Hi, PuckNut88,” I greet him, suddenly a bit shy and unsure of what to say. “Or do you have something else you want me to call you?”
PuckNut88: How about just 88?
“Easy enough, 88.” I tap twice to allow him microphone access. “You can speak now, if you want. But don’t feel any pressure if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Sounds good.” His voice rumbles through the small computer speaker, all smooth honey and black silken sheets. My heart flutters wildly, the sound alone making me long to drop onto all fours and present. The pure strength in those two simple words has me melting into a puddle of slick, although there was no bark or obvious command in his tone. “What should I call you?”
My instincts beg to tell him the truth, to give him my real name, but I know nothing good will come of that. Although I want to trust that 88 is a good and decent Alpha, I know nothing about him other than that he frequents a sex website.
