My Daughters Bleaching Ch 03

Once again, I would like to thank Samantha Turner for her editing and support, you have made the stories so much better and improved the flow and the composition, I thank you for your energy and willingness to help. This is the last part of this story and the end. It has been a blast and an enjoyable experience, I hope you enjoy reading the last chapter as much as I did writing it.

Also thanks to everyone who has commented or sent me story ideas, you filthy gits, nice!

All characters are 18 years and over, and consenting to the debauched shenanigans going on.

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The situation at home both normalised and at the same time stayed surreal, myself and Kelly didn't repeat the intensity of the previous adventure, I believe now, it was more me than Kelly. We had crossed a threshold and that could never be uncrossed. It was something between us, a shared moment, a secret pleasure, never to be repeated, or talked about. But a knowing smile, a side glance, the occasional and few times Kelly would get dropped off from "work" tired, exhausted and with sore knees, needing me to apply the moisturiser. It was both a sexual and non sexual activity, nothing was said, I didn't try to get a peek or a sniff, Kelly on the whole behaved and my blue balls ached but I did moisturise her knees and legs, give her a massage and on occasion help her bathe. But I always stayed clothed and my cock firmly in my underpants. The erotic knowledge we shared without words that she would have been partying and fucking as many white guys as she could would spin in my mind as I applied the soap and the moisturiser would hang between us, but she didnt say a word and nor did I. Teresa, my wife continued being a cold bitch, my younger kids continued being kids, and I continued to be both the father in public and secretly Kelly's sub puppy daddy.

I played the caring father, and wanked my heart out to the asian sluts role on the internet, imagining Kelly, my eldest daughter's debauchery with my former colleague, the now retired big pensioner with a big white cock, yes he had a big white cock, but he was also literally a BWC! with an obnoxious laugh and a high sex drive. Doug. Even the name sounded harsh on my ears, and knowing Kelly would regularly service and be serviced by him had me both disgusted and aroused.

I stopped answering Doug's calls for a social catch up, where he would drop an innuendo or a racist suggestion. I blocked Tilly, his asian sex bomb blonde enabler. I enjoyed my new status and role with Kelly, and for the rest of the world, I became a hermit outside of work. I stayed mostly at home and avoided socialising, my wife the ice queen didn't care enough to ask and the younger kids carried on not as normal oblivious to any changes I was going through. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and the next thing I knew it was spring.

It was a lovely spring day, I was wrapping up work, just going through the grind, client meetings were over, internal meetings had been canceled, my EA had left the late afternoon free, and I was wrapping up, when I got a text come through.

"Hi Dad, I need a favour please. Have you left the office yet?" Kelly sent a text out of the blue.. I wasn't expecting the text, and my mind and body had a mechanical reaction. "Kelly, Kelly, Kelly," my body mechanically reacted and cock sprang up, my heart quickened.

"Hi Kelly, how can I help?" I texted back, I was intrigued and curious, she never texted and hadn't asked for help for years.

"I'm around the corner and need you to drive me for some errands, can you please, please, please, drive me, I'm so late...Plz!" she signed off with about twenty emoji's that made hieroglyphics seem simple, the last one being a shy smiley face with love hearts!

I replied with a thumbs up, and told her to come into my office, I put my laptop away, and put my jacket on, and she then like beetlejuice was there, shown into my office by my middle aged frumpy EA. Well I did say her name three times.

She was wearing a full length trench coat. She pulled along a small roll on a suitcase. I broke out the largest grin and smiled as she walked in. Her innocent look and demeanor had to be the biggest case of false advertising since VW pretended they had discovered clean diesel.

Anyway, while my innocent beauty looked all modest and pure, a picture of perfect virtue, I reminded myself I had seen her snort cocaine off an old white man's cock, "Hi Daddy," She smiled as she came in, "Thanks for driving me." My EA rolled her eyes and shuffled out, mumbling some shit about "Kids needing to become independent and molly coddling stops them from turning into adults." If only she knew.

Pleasantries were exchanged as we walked to the car park, me finding myself magically carrying her small suitcase, and Kelly holding on to my arm. I felt like a knight of old, a protector, a guide, leading Kelly to her chariot. We had a polite conversation. It had been a long time since I paid any attention to her and her life, I had ignored her, and then fixated on her sex life, so I lost track of my little girl. I inadvertently asked about her job, realised what I was saying and then clammed up. She looked at me with a wrinkled up little nose and a coy smile carried on "Oh well, Dad you always said work smart, not hard, but I like it hard, I err I mean, you say find something you're excellent at... I mean errr, oh here's the car. I'll put these in the boot." She teased me laughing at my awkwardness.

As I got into the Car, I noticed that Kelly was sitting in the back in the middle seat, now I have a large silver S class Mercedes, a big beast of a luxury car, and her sitting in the back would make me look like a driver, as I was about to ask her to jump into the front, she leaned over and handed me an address. It was for a five star hotel. WIthout saying another word, she adjusted her long coat and looked out of the window. "I like the tinted windows." she finally said. "Very discreet. Come on daddy, let's go. We don't want to be late."

As I threaded my way through traffic Kelly kept her stoic innocent demeanor, but she was fidgeting, her mind was preoccupied, she kept her conversation polite and unsexy, no hints, no teases, no easter eggs, and I went along with it. It was acting pretty nonchalant playing it cool enough trying not to get over excited and get myself into trouble, I kept the conversation banal. We got the hotel drive, the concierge top hatted and had a group of travellers and guests hanging around outside. The tension was building and I wasn't going to say a thing, I was holding back the tension, and finally just before the car came to a stop, Kelly broke.

"Daddy, I got a proposition, if you drive me around today, you will see things and I hope you enjoy them, but I need you to be cool, enjoy but don't intervene, and if you do, I promise we will be having sex tonight. Do you agree?"

"Wow Kelly, what a thing to spring on me? I mean What the F..." I said shocked. I mean I expected some teasing but she was actually talking about incest, my cock sprang to attention, and my sub and voyeur instincts actively engaged, I stood no chance, I was in.

"OK, my love, but..."

"No buts, do you agree, if not, you can drop me off and I'll catch a cab?" She said hurriedly.

"Fuck, OK...sex tonight, deal." I said as my car slowed down in front of a group of tourists and business people waiting for their taxis.

"Oh there she is, daddy can you park up just there, and put her luggage in the boot." She pointed to a large big beautiful white woman in her late fifties, standing just to the left of a larger group of what looked like American tourists. The large brunette's cleavage barely covered her two massive tits, her skirt was tight, short and hugged her thighs, she wore trashy black heels and a designer handbag, with her diamonds and pearls adorning her.

"Terminal 5," she said as I got out, and immediately jumped into the back of the car. I stood there slack jawed and outraged at her rudeness. The fat bitch thought I was a driver? It happened so fast, and before I could throw her luggage in the street, she had settled in so quickly in the back next to Kelly, and went straight into kissing her, I was left with my mouth gaping open, and standing there like a lemon with two large suitcases that needed to be lifted placed in the back of the car. I sullenly did as I was told, I'm sure she was carrying bodies in there. "Sex tonight." The thought jumped into my mind, and I cooled my jets, grinned and picked up the heavy suitcases.

I found myself back at the steering wheel, weirded out, intrigued, horny but driving, accepting today's role as a voyeur and a driver, Kelly leaned over and said firmly but quietly. "As you drive to the airport, take your time and if you can slow down near trucks or buses, that would be nice. Carry on da...driver."

"Mrs. Ellen, you look so hot." Kelly said her voice was babyish and as light as a spring rain, Ahhh Kelly. As polite as ever, and as attentive as a stripper on a slow Friday night.

"Oh my! Kelly, you look gorgeous. What a great idea to get dropped off at the airport. You look divine. Now let's get a better look at you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Ellen." she said in that sickly sweet childish way, palsy acting a much young school girl, Kelly pushed her perky breast out, still wrapped in her trench coat.

With that, Mrs. Ellen, leaned over and opened Kelly's coat, luckily we were at some traffic lights and the car was stopped, I could see from the rear view mirror that Kelly was wearing a black bodysuit, tight as a glove, her material semi see through, stretched and figure hugging, a low cut top accentuating her perky breasts against the silhouette of her flat stomach. A erotic sexual contrast to the beige raincoat, she lifted her leg placing her high heeled boots on the drivers centre console, her perfect boots pointing and crying out to be licked. The shape of her calves accentuated to perfection. I tried to look at her snatch via the rear view mirror, a perfect V, and was about to adjust the mirror, when the horns behind me started flaring. Fucking London traffic. Sex tonight! Ahh yeah!

Between weaving in and out of traffic and trying to watch the action behind, find a bus or a truck It took all my willpower to not stop the car, jump in the back, get my cock out and shout..."Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" But accepting the thrill and excitement with Kelly bringing me in and the promise that after the tease, after the denial, the pay off, hard rough, dirty sex, I was on heat and obedient. I tried to glimpse as much as I could. And two things I noticed, one, Kelly didn't take her clothes off, and secondly Mrs. Ellen was ravishing Kelly, exclusively through her clothes. Kelly was passive and submissive to Mrs. Ellen's advances, Mrs. Ellen kissed passionately, hands roughly pulling and groping Kelly, rubbing her tits, between her thighs. If Mrs. Ellen was the conductor, Kelly was the percussionist, Mrs. Ellen pulled Kelly's hand and shoved it up her skirt, and she crashed into Mrs. Ellen's panties and had her fingers wedged deep pumping in and out, finger banging the older lady. I drove slowly next to a bus full of commuters, Kelly was pulled forward into Mrs Ellen's tits, she started sucking each massive breast in her mouth, her other hand pumping in and out of the older white ladies cunt. As the people in the bus noticed, I'm sure it was about to topple over as all travellers in the packed bus rushed to see and glimpse the unorthodox display. I opened the panoramic roof, the glass ceiling slid back effortlessly revealing an oriental young slut in a catsuit servicing an older fatter white lady. My goodness this is what Asians were born to do, service whites. I drove off, smug in the knowledge I've give those people a great memory and story and 'kink fucked-up' a whole bus load of the workforce. You're welcome.

Mrs. Ellen sighed and pulled away from Kelly as we drove into the Airport drop off, "Kelly, you beautiful little asian slut, you've made me so horny, I'm going to be so on edge in the fight, and Aisha will be picking me up in L.A. I'm going to fuck her brains out in the limo home. You know I'll be thinking of you, and you know Aisha will be thanking you." I pulled up and got out, and stiffly walked around the car, to open the door to let Mrs. Ellen out. On opening the doors, the view of Ellen, her bare legs and large tits all over Kelly, her chubby fingers pushing and dry humping her through the catsuit pushing into Kelly. Kelly looked at me, blushed, and gently kissed Mrs. Ellen and leaned back into her seat. Mrs. Ellen reached into her handbag and took out what looked like a roll of money and gave it to Kelly, kissing her goodbye. I was mesmerised. Kelly was charging for sex, Kelly was now a prostitute, in my slack jawed ruminations I was suddenly and rudely awakened when the woman snapped her fingers at me with irritation to get her bags.

I got back into the car as I was told to get to a Service station, Kelly wanted to change clothing for her next appointment, she sat smirking, as I pulled into a Service station. "Remember tonight's payoff daddy, now behave and can you buy me a coffee and a litre of water? I'll change in the toilets"

Kelly came out of the service station toilet and shower, Her trench coat back on and her boots changed to white trainers. The quick change done, a long ankle length trench coat on, and securely fastened hiding the gems underneath, Kelly was now sitting next to me, fully covered, looking very prim and proper, I wondered what she was wearing underneath. I didn't ask and she didn't tell me. She was sipping the coffee, every now and again we spoke, but the conversation took many turns. I can't retell it exactly as we spoke, as we started at the end and ended up at the middle detouring to the beginning, but some things jumped out and I'll give you the jist now.

"When I told Sara about what happened that morning, she was like WTF! I swear she has the biggest crush on you now. OMG! It blew her mind. I couldn't believe how turned on I was knowing she was so jealous of me and you."

"Wow." It's a lot to take in, and I was stunned, and before you get all excited and then to avoid the slip into an uncomfortable sexual dynamic, I asked the direct question, "Will Sara and Tilly be with us tonight?"

"Of course." She replied, and touched my hand.

"Doug?"

"You know he will."

My stomach dropped, but my cock rose.

Damn cheeky of Doug, but hugely flattering from Sara, it turned me on so much knowing I was such an object of desire for Sara, poor kid, but she's only human!

"You know daddy, I'm so glad, Tilly and Sara were getting worried about you not getting sex. I think once I tell them, we all agreed this was the night and it's perfect."

Kelly crossed her legs clearly, her bladder was getting fuller and she was beginning to get uncomfortable, she however didn't stop and drank some more, sighed and continued, "Doug loves it, he loves it that you're going to get it tonight. He has been saying it for ages, he thinks you've earned it. He is such a sweetie." She said nonchalantly. How the fuck was Doug in charge of me getting sex? How did he even have an opinion?

"Delicious isn't it." She purred back."Daddy let's not argue, you'll go along with it." She smiled and touched my cock again. "Because you like it."

You know what, she was right, and me pretending I had morals, and barriers in that moment came crashing down. I was a sub and I knew my place, sit back, buckle up and enjoy the ride.

"How do you feel about that?" I asked, both curious and horny as fuck, sparks flying in my head. Maybe I need to stop hating Doug and sit back and just admire a master at work.

"At first it was really confronting and weird, I mean, how could I...even tell you, but after today, once I know you're witnessing my sexuality while sober and you're OK, I think it will be easy, I couldn't say this to anyone but you, I've done so much with Sara. Lesbian, domination, humiliation, spit roasted, gangbanged. So much, and we get to share more memories with you now."

We drove along the country lanes and finally arrived at a small village to a small cottage, with an old sign outside "The Priory" opposite the thatched roof cottage, a brick church stood ominously watching all who entered the lane. The late afternoon sun shining brightly down, the trees and grass listening wet from a spring shower, the shadows lengthening, but the sky still blue with white and grey clouds. My Big Silver beast of a Mercedes pulled up, crunched on some gravel and came to a stop. I looked at Kelly, she took a deep breath, and nodded as if to herself and took another swig of water. The bottle was finished. "Wow she must have been thirsty," I thought. I got out, walked around the car, and opened the door for Kelly. As she got out, she squeezed my hand and asked me politely to get her luggage. Then looked me in the eye "Daddy this may get messy... You can't intervene or say a word."

"It's OK." I said, nodded and let Kelly lead the way, with me carrying her small suitcase bringing up the rear.

She opened a small iron gate, and walked the path to the small cottage, with some awful gnomes, and flowers haphazardly planted in the garden. The door was in need of painting, a white wooden piece with stained glass circle, and a black metal knocker. Kelly, struck the door three times.

We heard shuffling inside, the door was opened by an old skinny priest. His grey hair was combed over, his black clothes were worn, his dog collar shining brightly, in an otherwise dull and grey man. He must have been in his seventies. My goodness, Kelly had no limits, this wasn't rich Doug, the virile white thugs, the horny millionaire lesbian. This was a lecherous old dirty old man. Kelly walked in and as she walked past him, he literally licked his lips. Kelly introduced us, me as her 'daddy' and him as her 'father' they both giggled at that. I was asked to sit down and stay silent. I did.

Kelly, I could tell, needed to go to the toilet, but she stoically accepted a glass of wine. I wasn't offered anything. The home was furnished as you'd expect a vicarage to be, flowers and birds ruched old fabric sofas, the wall paper had humming birds on a beige background, the two lamps had shades with roses, there were porcelain ducks on the wall. It looked like the place had stayed stuck in time from the 1980's. In the middle of the room, however, was a strange contraction, a rowing machine with pedals pushed wide, and the seat was a full body leather bench. At the top of the machine, was another water bottle.

"Kelly it was a hard decision to make, I wasn't sure if I wanted a baptism, or get Sara to do a conversion. Just looking at you, I'm so glad it's the baptism." The old priest said in a feeble dodgery voice. Fuck this man of the cloth was blaspheming and being sacrilegious. She giggled, "So am I, but Sara does love being conquered, colonised and converted. I'll say to her you're thinking of her." With that she took off her trench coat and revealed sporting attire. She wore the tiniest black sports shorts, and crop top, on her feet she wore ankle length white socks and on her feet pristine white trainers. She waited, allowing "the vicar" to view her, she slowly turned around giving him a full view, savouring her sexual energy, her power, the temperature in the room went up. My blood pressure went up, and the fathers cock went up.

"Take them off father, get ready to worship." Kelly said.

It was like watching superman change, the old dodgery man was spinning around with trousers, jackets, shirts centrifugally being flung out across the room, his old crusty underpants narrowly missed my head. Finally he stood there in his glory, his old saggy butt, pot belly, and wrinkly soft cock on full display, totally proud he stood there stark bollock naked except for his priestly dog collar. So much for the super hero analogy.