Boy, girl, Daddy

Gilly did that sideways stare at the mirror. It shook him. The image looking back seemed like a deep stranger he'd just met. The direct stare back at him; a whispered “You can't be a real boy. You're too old for that now.” The truth jabbed between his thighs and made him smile. He sang along with the track: “Girl, you'll be a woman soon. Soon, you'll need a man.” The reflection cracked up; laughing.

He'd had that same sleek-looking, arrow in the water physique since his adolescent spurt. Lean, muscular, toned. An almost embarrassing abundance of cock; he almost always got a hardon while swimming. But shy as a virgin; uncertain, passive, inwardly exploding with sensuality that wanted out.

He began dressing the part.

Shorn to the taut skin, the center of him – thick long shaft; swollen purple knob, manly balls – his genitals invited the swimmer into his spiderweb; each strand a silken slip of bondage or the thinnest rope of still warm precum. “Come in, come in. And make yourself naked.” Daddy.

Gilly plunged. “Daddy”, he whispered. “What took you so long!”

As soon as they were alone, Gilly slipped to the floor in front of Daddy, transfixed and lightly tracing outlines on Daddy's pant leg, upper thigh, the fabric already tight as a drumhead over the bulge of Daddy's cock and balls. Gilly's lip actually trembled as his fingertips traced closer, circling in; at last, touching the think cloth skin covering his cock. Gilly knew under the thin denim, Daddy's shaft was dense and pulsing. He whispered something without words and dared let his thumb slide over the round curve of Daddy's cockhead. Fuck. Big. Precum seeping through to wet his thumb. Glistening strands of it rising with his thumb. To his mouth for a taste. “Mmmm, Daddy,” Gilly said softly. “Give it to me.”

Gilly's sense of fashion had a rich span. Black lingerie demon lover to butchy, tight, and showing the goods casual; his nipples were usually on view somehow; drapes that revealed when he stood and stretched when he didn't. Buttons were casual, too. The holes left open and showing use. With the right accessories, Gilly was a chameleon of projected soft fuckability with a slutty mouth. The sly tease; the whole yielding of submission. She channeled her version of “Come fuck me. Anything you want, Daddy.”

She made Daddy's cock grow enormous. Boy, girl, gurl, boi, concubine and private whore, Gilly was everything Daddy associated with serial, sensual seduction. She made Daddy horny all the time.

As soon as they were alone or even in a small intimate group, Gilly was on Daddy's cock like a fluttering breeze, like a groaning swoop of grope and release, likely as not making a wet spot on Daddy's pants. Gilly loved that, cooing and sighing as her fingers squeezed and pumped him in public. She could always tell when they were seen or not. It made her drip which made her even hotter.

She dressed and undressed for her Daddy. Gilly wore her whoredom just to entice Daddy; catsuits with kitten ears, lady in red club slut, nympho next door, kinky leather. His body was so androgynous it melded with the provocative feminine and the yielding, submissive body slave. It made Daddy's cock hard with hunger and variety. He always wanted Gilly's lips on him; he often wanted her to fuck.

She loved sending him selfies and dirty videos of herself. She'd been mastering dirty talk and told Daddy in increasing hotness what Gilly was to him; anything he wanted. She'd tease and whisper in the videos and fuck herself with toys, teasing Daddy's hand to stroke himself; wanting to watch Daddy cum. Her tongue, in closeup, was featured. “Are you stroking yourself for me, Daddy?” she'd ask close to the lens.

When she'd first seen his pictures and videos, Gilly rubbed herself raw. Using her dildo as surrogate, she'd sucked and fucked invisible Daddy – her Daddy – until she finally drifted to sleep. And woke up with painful morning wood. Gilly rubbed and murmured “Daddy!”

Gilly turned on her camera to record. Her tongue tip licked along her lips. “Hi, Daddy,” she said quietly in her morning voice. “Oh, Daddy. I have such a hungry mouth for you, Daddy.”

“Are you alone, Daddy?”

“Are you stroking your cock for me, Daddy?”

“Daddy. It's been so long since we...fucked.”

“I'm playing with it, Daddy. Daddy, I have to,”

“And if I were there, right now. I'd be down on my knees in front of you. Your cock in my mouth.”

“Don't cum yet, Daddy. Please. I want us to do it together.”