I have a dirty, little secret that I've been keeping from Daddy but I think he's figured it out.
I admitted to him a few days ago what my favorite porn to watch is. We don't have any rules around watching porn in our dynamic, I don't care if he watches it, he doesn't care if I watch it, but it's just always been something we do separately, usually just when Daddy's on the road.
When Daddy's gone, I watch porn almost daily. There are several types of porn I like but my favorite, my absolute top choice, is extremely humiliating, painful and rough face-fucking. That's what i told him. More specifically, I am drawn to porn surrounding slutty piss/cum pigs. Or just piggy wife porn, in general. Women who have the most degrading things written on their bodies, forced to wear piggy costumes and act like an animal, who have their slut holes stretched and abused, whose faces are fucked so hard that they vomit and who happily drink their owners piss. I didn't tell him about that at all.
I don't know why I'm so into such a shameful kink. So shameful, I couldn't even tell Daddy that I want him to dress me up like a slut pig and make me crawl around and oink for him, degrade me in almost every way possible and cover me in his hot piss, marking me as his worthless pet property. He doesn't know that I dream about being forced to eat from a dog bowl on the floor at his feet or being forced to crawl around in the backyard and piss outside like an animal. He doesn't know I get so horny at the idea of having no privacy from him and being forced to piss in front of him or swallow his piss on command. I can't admit that out loud!
Shame, humiliation and degradation were on my soft limit list when we first met. I specifically told him that I didn't like comparisons to farm animals, I didn't like my intelligence to be diminished or my body to be criticized. Have I really blossomed so much under my Daddy's loving care that now I crave those things from someone I trust so explicitly?
When I admitted to Daddy that I want to be skull fucked, I could see the wheels turning in his head. He's very, very observant. Not much gets past him. He can recognize the meaning behind a shy smile, the look of hunger in my eyes, my body language. He knows that I haven't admitted everything to him. I can tell. He doesn't call me out on it though, just smiles knowingly at me.
He hasn't mentioned it since we last spoke about it so my dirty half admission has slipped my mind. That is until Daddy sidled up behind me a few days ago in bed, wrapping his strong arm around my waist and pulling me to him. His hot breath in my ear as his hand snakes down between my legs.
"I want to fuck your mouth so hard that you puke all over my cock," he says on an exhale. I can feel his hard cock as it juts out from his body proudly and I wiggle my ass back into him.
"What happens if you vomit on my dick, baby?" he groans.
I'm writhing and whimpering at his touch.
"I keep going, Daddy?" I question.
"That's right, baby. I don't care if you're covered in it, you'll suck my cock until I'm through, won't you?"
"Yes, Daddy!" I gasp as I arch my back and press my ass more firmly into his dick.
"Such a dirty, disgusting slut!" he croons at me.
I'm so close to an orgasm, I can feel waves of pleasure building in my core as my pussy clenches down greedily on nothing and my hips leave the bed as I spread my legs wider and lift my core up into Daddy's touch.
"I think that you're such a disgusting, worthless slut that you want Daddy to piss all over you, don't you, baby? You want to be a little piss pig for Daddy?"
My eyes, which had fallen closed, snap open at Daddy's words. How the fuck did he know that? I told him I wanted a rough and painful facefucking but I never mentioned my desire to be a slut pig or to play in his stinky piss!
I know he felt my body tense up and freeze. He was waiting for a reaction from me and boy, did I deliver. I look back over my shoulder at him. He has the biggest smirk on his handsome face. I don't answer him. I can't. Instead, I just chastise him.
"Da-ddy!" I exclaim as I blush.
"What, baby?" he says with a laugh. "I know you want it."
I still don't confirm or deny.