My Daughter's Bleaching

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My heart was pumping, my mind whirling, Kelly sat on the edge of her bed, hunched up, the resoluteness and confidence from earlier had evaporated, she was almost withdrawn within herself, her face was fearful, her demeanour passive. A feedback loop of emotions boiled in me. I must have settled on self indignation being the safest place to be. As an outraged and grievously offended father, my natural instincts came to the surface. My anger rose, I stood there, glowering, giving her the contemptuous look that an active volcano gives a snow covered village. How could she? How dare she? In my house! I know reading this now, it's confusing you all, but it was a confusing situation I found myself in, and one not suited to my persona and where moments earlier the suggestion was I was going to be complicit and gain some sexual gratification, the moments and the walk from the garden had cooled me, and scared her, the cold realisation of the truth had hit both of us. Now I stood in judgement, breathing fire and fury, towering over my errant princess.

Damn it, I'm going to give her a thrashing, one she should have had years ago. Spank the lying whore out of her. I stood there, my temperature rising, my indignation roiling, she quailed inwardly, I could tell she was terrified. Shit had just got real, the cheques she had written were about to be cashed.

That wasn't the whole story, in fact I didn't know what to do, I was outside of my comfort zone, so being an aggrieved father was probably the safest place to go. My anger was rising and rising, I turned into an ancient Greek god, "wrath and lighting" must have been coming out of my eyes, and just as I was about to condemn Kelly in the harshest way possible. Even then my heart melted at seeing Kelly so scared, meek and terrified.

"Hellooo." The voice came from Kelly's phone. I knew the voice, it was the blonde asian woman.

"Hi...mmm...it's me." Kelly said quietly.

I looked at Kelly, I was poleaxed, while I was working myself up, she had pressed the dial to the blonde slut, well this was my house and in my house my rules.

"Is he angry?" she cooly enquired.

"I think so." Kelly said, shrinking further into her own shoulders. No picking up on my mixed emotions, my persona must have been pretty convincing.

"Very angry?" she asked quizzically.

"Yes, I think he will blow up. He is going red, and staring at me." Kelly said sullen and not looking me in the eye.

That being said, manners were manners, they were having the conversation about me, in front of me, the cheek of it, the affront. My jaw dropped at the brazenness of the call. How dare Kelly, and this slut assume I would take this, how dare they assume that I could be betrayed so easily.

"Is he holding the moisturiser?" the calm sultry voice came from the phone.

I looked at my hand. I was indeed, Kelly must have given it to me as we walked into the room.

The blonde asian spoke to me directly, "Mmmmm, Heung, I know you're upset, and shocked, but you can't unknow and you can't unsee what you've seen. But Kelly is scared, she is worried and she needs you to be strong." I looked at Kelly, as she trembled, afraid to look into my eyes.

"Can you be strong for Kelly? Can you make her feel confident again, it's been a big shock for her to know her Dad knows, as well as for you?"

The cheek of the slut was staggering, she was coaching me about my daughter, however she did make sense, and don't forget I was horny even before last night even started, and witnessing what I did had completely corrupted my sense of self. My fatherly instincts smashed against my manly urges, like an aeroplane into the side of the mountain, only one side was going to win that confrontation. The tail winds were blowing the plane off course and the mountain so to speak was looming dead ahead.

I didn't reply. I stood there mouth agape, I blinked, breathed, counted to ten trying to calm myself down, my anger at being humiliated subsided just enough for me to hear the bitch out.

"Kelly is fearful of your judgement, she needs her Dad to be supportive? Can you be her 'daddy' now too? And more importantly her dad, the man that would do anything for his little girl, the man that would make any sacrifice so his baby is happy?"

She was asking me to be supportive of my daughter getting bleached in a gangbang by an old racist work colleague, how dare she even ask, the bile and outrage welled up, however quickly it rose, it was beaten in the race by the spontaneous rising of my cock.

She continued, "Heung, can you create a bubble, a safe space for Kelly, and you? Outside of that bubble, you are her Dad, she will respect and love you, dote on you, but inside, inside the bubble the roles change," her voice got huskier, thinking of brandy being poured on hot coal, "You're her sub daddy. Can you, let yourself go for Kelly's sake and...yours, can you give Kelly all the support and after care she needs?"

A spell had been cast, it made sense, was there a way, was there a way where things would change and forever, but could it be contained within a bubble, where Kelly would not only be my daughter in our everyday life, but an object of sexual desire and gratification as our secret? A safe space, a non judgemental secret space? Mmmm.

"So?" She asked.

Kelly put her hand out, and held mine, pulling me closer to the bed, I stood over her, and she sat down back on the edge of the bed, looking at me with tired, imploring, scared eyes, but behind that apprehensive I saw a glimmer of hope, excitement, anticipation even.

The voice continued, "Heung, in these special moments would you like to be her Daddy? If not, you can stop, we burst the bubble, and you and Kelly deal with this via anger, tension, and recrimination. But if you want Kelly to be happy, and confident... well what is your choice? Will you create a bubble? Right now you have to make a decision, are you Daddy or Dad, will you follow my instructions so you will be trained to be a good daddy or will you lose Kelly by being a strict dad? Can you be trained?"

Kelly tightened her grip on my hand, I looked down, she mouthed "Say Daddy please." imploring me. My cock was visibly hard and made a bulge in my trousers.

I half mumbled, "I can be trained, I'll create a bubble. I can be her Dad outside but her Daddy inside."

The plane of fatherly duty had just crashed into the side of the mountains of perversion hitting peak taboo!

"Good, I'm so happy." The voice particularly laughed with joy. Kelly smiled, her innocent smile, beamed at me, like when she was young and got a treat, she clapped her hands together. And gently parted her legs, her skirt lifted, and I could see a pair of white cotton panties, so different from the g-string of last night.

"Mmmm... So Daddy, let's start your training, why are you standing there slack jawed, baby needs some TLC, get on your knees and get into position." In the background, I heard a buzzing sound go on and someone laughed, the braying laugh similar to Dougs.

My cock jumped, fuck, my energy had been transfferd from anger, to sexual, my dick strained. My rational mind fought with my emotional ego, one said "If I cross this threshold, there is no going back." The other said, "This doesn't happen to me, I'm in charge here and I need to show them who I am." It felt like ages while I wrestled with the conundrum, but it was seconds. I looked at Kelly as she sat on her bed, she crossed and uncrossed her legs, smooth, taught, her body toned, her socks and trainers, she was so unconsciously hot, her bare knees were so red.

"He's getting in position." Kelly said excitedly. I hadn't noticed, but when I saw her red knees part, tell tell signs last night where she was serving white men, I had automatically and slowly kneeled between her legs.

"Daddy, stop," The blonde said. I did, and waited. Kelly took a deep breath and said. "Take off your clothes. All of them. NOW!"

"Kelly you too, keep your knickers and socks on. We don't want Daddy to run by going too fast, do we?" the blonde purred down the phone.

I stood up and blushed, Kelly blushed, we both obeyed, I watched as she stripped off her t-shirt, and took off her bra, exposing her beautiful perky tits. Her trainers were kicked off, her flawless, fit body was in front of me, she sat down, with her legs spread, her cheeks blushing red as apples. She watched me strip. Lastly I was down to my underpants, she bit her lip, and looked at my hands which I held in front of my bulge, she indicated my pants should come off. Oh here goes, no survivors from flight 101, my five inch cock sprang out like an attack dog, then I remembered the size and girth of the Doug's white cock from last night, more a chihuahua then a rottweiler, a poodle then a doberman, an asian boys cock then a white mans cock. My hairless almost feminine slim body compared to the brutish muscular men who had ravaged her. My puny cock strained hard trying to impress, like the little engine that could. The quiet voice over the phone said, "Kelly tell me when he is sitting between your legs." I vaguely heard a buzzing sound, and faint laughter, was she materbating while on the phone?

Oh fuck what is happening. The consequences if my wife came home, the guilt I would feel, the shame she would put me through, none of it erotica or exciting, just traumatic, my cock was as hard as a club, the inferiority I felt knowing Kelly was comparing my cock to the white men she was with last night. Oh shit my daughter is a whore for BWC, and I'm hard reminiscing about what I saw. Thinking about my daughter having public sex with Doug, licking out Sara, while a group of white lads fucked them raw, being fingered on a dance floor, drunk and high on cocaine, I started thinking of kissing her swollen labia better, cooling her abused cunt, and bringing comfort and tenderness to her most private smashed parts. Knowing they were violated by the most vilest of white bigoted bastards I knew, Doug. Pre-cum seeped out and my excited twitchy cock.

Kelly blushing slowly opened her legs further, giving me space to sit between her feet.

"Is he hard?" Kelly was asked, Kelly looked at my penis, blushed, but kept her gaze, and nodded. "Yes. very. Very hard and very small. No wonder mummy dosen't fuck him anymore."

No fucking way! Kelly was humiliating me, justifying her frigid mum's behaviour to me.

"Describe it. Daddy, start massaging her with the cream." the humming out louder. I could still hear a faint rhythmic buzzing from the phone, "His cock, is small and smooth, thin, he has a small amount of trimmed pubic hair, but his body is hairless, like a girls... a cute girl."

I was just about to squirt the cream into my hand, when I heard her on the phone query, "cute."

"How big is it?"

"Not very, maybe five inches. It's not like Daddy Doug's or Waynes, or Gregs, or Sam's, those are real cocks."

"Describe Dougs' cock to your daddy. Daddy you keep massaging Kelly's shins then move up to her calves."

Wow, I had seen it in cuck humiliation in porn, but it was happening to me now, as I applied the lotion to hear Kelly talk about mine in comparison to Dougs was shockingly horny. My cock strained and without me touching it, jumped. Grrr went my poodle.

"Daddy Doug's cock, can only be compared to a horses cock, the head is the size of a tangerine, I love the size, it's like ten inches, and twice or three times as thick as my dad, I mean daddy, thicker and bigger than any asian boys, His foreskin is a hood over the head of an eagle, I wet myself everytime I get to suck it. I understand why white women are so big, so they can fit those giant cocks. The stamina. It makes me weak at the knees every time I'm with him and I'll do whatever it takes for my man Daddy to use that beautiful, hard white cock on me." Kelly had almost gone into a trance, her hand started to slip to her plain white underwear, but stopped. I noticed as I pressed my chest into her shins and I reached around and massaged into her calves. The shame of hearing her talk like that, my heart skipped a beat, I loved it, I hated it, I was so hot, I was humiliated, frustrated, and I didn't want it to end.

"Moisturise her knees and her thighs," The voice over the phone commanded. I did as I was told, I looked between Kelly's legs, the white underwear was tight, not the shockingly thin g-string I remember getting ripped off her, so that was why I didn't find any sexy clothes when I snooped in her room. Her soft pale thighs, her flawless skin, I gently kissed her red scuffed knees from servicing all those white bastards, and I rubbed the cool cream into her taught young skin. Her legs gently closed onto my torso, locking me in place. I could see her camel toe, A faint line showed through the white stretched knickers indicating her brazilian. Her panties had a wet spot the size of a large coin. I looked down her thighs and to her knees, and to my cock, I started to stroke myself.

"Kelly, is he excited about hearing about Doug's white cock?" She asked, as I gently kissed Kelly's knees. My eyes darted between her legs, she was getting wetter, had her fear completely gone, was it replaced by control and arousal. I had one of her legs between mine and the other on the side. I must have been acting like a dog trying to hump her leg.

"Yes.The massage feels so great."

"Should Daddy Deuce be allowed to get excited so early? What's his other hand doing?" buzzzzzzz, buzzzzz, buzzzzz..."ooooo...." that weirdly familiar snickering laugh, too faint to hear properly, but I'm sure it was there.

"He's wanking himself while he massages me." Kelly replied, breathing hard.

"Get him to stop." She said, her breath heavy and commanding.

I did stop, a simple "stop" would have sufficed, but Kelly forgot her self, and got caught up in the moment, I felt a sharp shocking pain, my eyes burned, my mind went into shut down, the searing pain crashed from my balls into my brain, I collapsed on the floor. My daughter, the sadistic bitch had kicked me in the nuts, her leg had flicked out and caught both testicals with the flat of her foot. It felt like an electric shock was administered by a hammer.

I lay there writhing and whimpering on the floor, "Bad daddy doggy!" Kelly said sternly.

"Oooooo....buuzzzz" came from the phone.

I finally settled from the shock, slowly crawled back up onto my knees. Humiliated and excited, was this my first domme experience? My daughter? OMG! my balls ached, slowly the pain subsided, but my cock proudly was still hard. I got back on my knees holding the recently smashed "family jewels" looking up at her with shock and consternation, and lust.

Kelly looked shocked, and worried, on her face, she was worried, had she gone too far? Had she hurt me? Was it my thing? Her eyes, wide with anxiety at my state, my heart melted, my baby was playing, she didn't know whether to enjoy herself or not, she didn't know the boundaries and for all her lies, her betrayal, and now her kicks, I could tell she was genuinely concerned about my state. I nodded indicating I was OK, I smiled weakly, she mouthed, "Shall I stop?" arching her eyebrows, the consternation on her face. Ahh my sweet baby girl cared. I gently cupped my balls with one hand and wanked a little with the other and shook my head, smiled back at her that we should continue. She visibility relaxed, her dimples creased into her cheeks as she smiled, and her eyes sparkled and then she playfully and softly flicked my erection again.

Kelly opened her legs, allowing me back to my position, and handed me the dropped moisturiser, giving me a direct view to panty covered fucked snatch. I settled back into my role and started massaging the thick white cream into her thighs, thinking of all the jizz from last night, working the inner thighs moving to her outer thighs, back and forth, the buzzing and the soft moaning from the phone become the white noise to that moment. Her beautiful foot snaked into my lap again started to run up and down my cock, up and down, gently, and smoothly, the foot that had kicked me was now wanking me, and I pressed my face, my nose closer to her well fucked cunt.

"Oh Daddy doggy, it's so tiny." She pressed the ball of her foot gently crushing my member into my stomach. "Don't stop Daddy."

"Is Daddy doggy enjoying himself?"I heard the sultry voice over the phone. The bitch had taken up the name Kelly had given me. Fuck it was so hot being degraded by these sluts.

"Yes." Kelly said and she slipped her hand into her panties. "Aren't you daddy doggy?"

"Yes," I breathed out as I sniffed her crotch, knowing that earlier she was being plugged by white studs, white bulls, their giant cocks and huge amounts of cum filling her sweet pussy, and here I was sniffing her well fucked cunt through her panties. Knowing her cunt was owned by Doug, that nasty old sixty year old man who was fifteen years my senior. And forty one years older than her.

"Carry on doggy. Keep massaging her." The voice said. "Kelly why don't you show him some pics of you"

Kelly blushed and scrolled her phone, she turned the screen to me, as I rubbed her thighs, I drifted back to her knees, and gently kissed the red bruising, never stopping the circular motion, in ecstasy as her foot twirled around my shaft. Kelly's pics were of her in sports wear, tight hyper sexual gym fit clothes, her shorts and top blue spandex, her crop top low cut and exposing her midriff, I loved the white knee length sports socks, and the white trainers. She was posing holding different weights, she kept scrolling. The pics looked professionally done, who ever was holding the camera had the lighting and composition just right, her curves accentuated, her ass was sticking out, two round marbles, perfect orbs, her small tits pushed out, crying for attention, her stomach on display, different erotic poses each hyper sexualising her. Then Kelly stopped scrolling and turned the phone back to her. She looked at me, gone was her shyness, her awkwardness, and replaced was a confident young woman who was in control of her and my arousal. She was aware of the sexual power over me, she slowly turned the screen around. Kelly was standing with one leg in front of the other, the ball of her foot lifting, her calves and quads nicely accentuated, her head thrown back, her shorts pulled down in rolls to her thighs, between her legs I could see a well trimmed brazilian, but behind her stood Doug, the dirty old white bastard was behind her, he was leaning into her shoulder as if to kiss her neck, his long arm draped over her midriff all the way along until his hand was snaking into her crotch. Not on, 'in' her crotch. His fingers jammed right in. The vulgar display, her pretence of class and erotism, tease and denial, smashed by the fat old gross ogre leering at her, low class and brutal, sticking his greasy fat digits in her. Who had taken the picture of her with Doug groping her? The contrast of her perfection and Doug's brutish vulgarity was hypnotic.

"Show him more. Ask him if he likes seeing you with Doug?" in the background I heard her moan "oooooo, show him, ooooo.....bbbzzzzz," the bitch giggled, as she was wanking herself to my humiliation.

Kelly turned to me, I could see her panties were moist, dripping wet, her fingers were smashing her pussy, she was breathing heavily, gasping raggedly as she pumped her fingers into her pussy.