My Daughters Bleaching

My Daughters Bleaching

First off all, let me thank Samantha Turner, a volunteer editor on this site, for her superb editing skills and encouragement. Without her support the story would have been clunky, littered with convoluted structures and poor grammar.

This story is loosely based on real events, how I found out my daughter was living out a secret life, and my secret fantasy, How she broke my heart, shamed me and how I nearly wanked myself into a coma. This blew up about ten years ago. It has been embellished for fun, but the rough story happened. If I continue, it will enter the fantasy zone more and more. All characters are above 18 and had a great horny consensual time.

I'm not a professional writer and this is my first story, so I hope you enjoy it. I also hope the grammar isn't too bad and the story has a flow you'll enjoy.

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It was late Sunday morning, I was in the garden, pruning the roses, cutting the grass, and cleaning up leaves. The July sun was warming my back as I therapeutically detoxed making sure my picture perfect world stayed picture perfect. The Mrs and the two younger kids were out doing kids sports and Kelly, my oldest, had turned nineteen. She worked the weekend night shifts at a warehouse in the centre of the city giving her extra money while at university. She didn't need it, but she was self reliant, and I was happy that she had shown the maturity and the independence to get a job and pay for her own lifestyle. She had a routine that when she finished her shifts she would go and sleep over with her friend Sara, a lovely Muslim girl who also worked at the same warehouse, they went to the same university and studied the same course. After the shift ended, they would watch some movies and chat, finally Kelly would come home tired, exhausted, and sleep.

While I was mowing the lawn, I noticed a dark green Jaguar slow down to a stop on the opposite side of the street, the driver was just past my sight I could see the back of the Jag, normally I wouldn't pay any attention to the car, but this one was impressive, I do like my cars, and a racing green Jag is a visual pleasure. I couldn't see the driver through the tint on the back window, but I could make out the broad shoulders and the back of his bald head.

I have a character flaw and one way it expresses itself is I am a car snob. I often check and compare my BMW and Mercedes to other peoples cars, checking the alpha status. You win some, you lose some. I looked at the Jag, I liked what I saw but I felt the pride of knowing mine were just a bit better. It's a bad trait, but one I have, I get the buzz of seeing a nice car, and knowing my penis extension is bigger so to say. I was curious to see who was in the car, and I was surprised to see Kelly getting out of the back, wearing her baggy sportswear, long dark shorts that stopped just above the knees, white socks and trainers, and a t-shirt I hadn't seen her wearing before. She got out without thanking the driver, she slowly walked over to me. The car growled and pulled away.

"Hi Dad."

"Who was that?"

"Oh, a corporate car,, the warehouse has a deal for night shift workers, I can use it for the ride home from Sara's."

"Oh nice, how was work?"

"Terrible, lots of jokers, lifting and carrying, I'm exhausted, and so tired, I feel my knees are going to break," I looked down and saw her grazed red knees.

"What happened?" I asked, indicating the slight red bruising.

"I had lots of lifting, up and down and on my knees all night it's very demanding. Dad, I've got a headache, I'm feeling tired, I didn't get much sleep. So I'm off to bed." She cut the conversation, leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek.

I cut in, "Is that a new T-shirt?" I asked, she was wearing a nice fitted T-shirt with a playing card of the Queens of Hearts printed on the front.

"Yeah, me and Sara saw these, and bought one each. Aren't they lovely?"

"Yes, sweetheart, they are. They make you look great," she smiled, pushed her glasses up her nose, and walked into the house, and straight to her bedroom.

Now, I'm not a prude, and I have the internet, and I am aware of White Men and Asian Female porn genres, I'm also aware of the Queen of Hearts symbol, but outside of that mental flash, I didn't jump to conclusions. It was a nice T-shirt and thankfully Kelly was finally expressing her style without picking dour or boring clothes.

I did say I'm not a prude, but fuck my luck, my wife is, sex is a taboo, and something as a dirty concession, and that cultural restriction pervaded my family. It was never talked about with the kids, and all signs of attractive or sexual expression was stamped out by Theresa, had her perfect children, asexual, innocently looking, attractive, clean dull, polite kids. Straight shapeless clothes, boring glasses, clean haircuts and no makeup...ever.

I smiled as she walked into the house, the QoH reminding me that a few years back I went through the WMAF kink myself, and tried to spice up our sex life, by getting my wife to role play, her coming home from a tryst, and me being a cuck, waiting to hear about it...she reluctantly played along and pretty soon it was used against me as I was clearly a sexual deviant and disgusting. Fuck me, why did I marry that frigid cold bitch from hell?

I remember that fine summer's day, because it was the first time I got a sniff of my daughter's sexuality. I put it to myself, shook my head to clear it of deviant thoughts, and said it's all in my mind and buried those thoughts deep down. However two things started to build up in parallel, one I was in control of, and the other, my daughter, that surfaced those dark thoughts often.

Firstly my dormant imagination as mentioned had started to go to very dark places. I'm not proud, I'd deny it even to myself, and was disgusted that I could even think such a thing, as my cock stiffened and I wanked, crashing into loathing after the orgasm. A blanket of shame dropped over me. I started to watch WMAF porn, I became a "fan" of a few asian girls who played with whites and included asian cuck humiliation, and I yearned to have my daughter play out my fantasy, while I wanked to those beautiful, soft, slanty eyed asian girls. I know it's sick and I know its taboo, but it was what was happening and I was addicted.

The other thing was Kelly started to make changes, occasionally she would wear QoH earrings, small badges was sown on to her backpack, and pin on her jacket. Her overall style of clothes did not change, or her hairstyle, no tats or short skirts, she continued her routine and the only visible thing was she increased her commitment to the gym and I noticed she had a sports top with the logo. The QoH apparel was innocent enough for those not in the know, cute even, but totally corrupting to me. We did discuss it once, and she brushed it off as she played cards with Sara and they liked the design.

This went on for a few months and we entered the cold British winter. The routine was set, on the weekends, our precious baby would work night shifts and then stay round Sara's house. Come home on Sunday afternoon, tired, with a headache, grumpy, and non responsive. I was caught up at work and found comfort in my private secret life with my favourite "girls" and on the weekends did the home maintenance, and my wife played tennis, joined jogging groups, and stayed frigid while ignoring my needs. So no changes there then.

It was a fateful Friday night, and a work colleague Doug was having his leaving drinks. I was always competitive with Doug, his car, his wife, his clothes, his performance, the way he would try to dominate every meeting, and there I was matching him. I hated that guy, and most of all, I wanted to beat him in everything. He was a big man, had a bald head, and carried his weight well. I was lean, athletic, and well groomed, but Doug was built like a rugby player. He had white privileged, good looking in a brutal kind of way, charming, I'll give him that, but no fucking way was he the Alpha at work or outside. Fuck that guy, I was his superior.

Doug's farewell dinner was at a fancy restaurant, followed by a bar, and then a club. For a man at sixty, he was going hard. Knocking back the drinks, carousing, and holding court, the team lapped it up, and he thrived on the attention. Initially I was planning on ducking out early, but one thing led to another and I stayed. At the club, Doug sidled up to me. "Hey Heung, we always clashed but I promise you buddy, I respected you out of all the fuckers here. Huh huh" he laughed, and looked me in the eye, and shook me by the hand. And with that, almost by magic, all my animosity was gone, just washed away. I was the last man standing and I was going to be magnanimous in victory.

"I love you man!" I said as I gave him a hug.

"I love you long time, ten dolla!" he replied as he gave me a bear hug....What a racist prick, even when leaving he had to showed his lack of class. But let bygones be bygones.

The club was a mix of wealthy middle aged businessmen and sexy young things, It's a sad sight, and the only redeeming thing was we had money. Our clothes, shoes, and watches were expensive and designer. But no denying it, we were out of our league compared to the young ones here. The pretty little things wore short dresses, high heels, make up, and mostly ignored us. The young bucks flexed, the girls purred, the music was pumping, the alcohol was flowing, and my evening had improved, the rest of the group dropped off one by one, and without realising it, it was just me and Doug, and Doug was shamelessly hitting on every girl, that boozy old bastard, and then I saw her and she stopped me dead. I rubbed my eyes, was it her? No surely not.

It was like I had a punch to my stomach, a knife twisting in my gut, it was my daughter Kelly, but no. Was it? The way she held herself, no that's not her, I blinked, we were on the balcony of the club overlooking the dance floor, and a lithe beauty had caught my attention. No, that's not her, no glasses, plenty of make up, disguised her features, her hair styled into curls, I rubbed my eyes, and leaned over the barrier to get a better look, I couldn't quite tell. She kept moving, people got in the way. I strained to get a better view. I had never seen her like this before, and that's what threw me off. Her top was low cut, her perky breast visible, her midriff was showing, her skirt was tiny, she was wearing high heels. Kelly doesn't own any of those clothes? She kept dancing and moving. I couldn't get a strong beady eye on her, it was blurry and at this distance, hard to confirm. She was dancing with couple of heavily muscled tattooed white guys as they grinded her on the dance floor, and next to her was a doppelganger of Sara, however no hijab, but plenty of make up, slutty clothes, showing her ample curves, her big tits bouncing, and round firm arse which was pressed back up on a white man's meat. He was drinking a bear. I goggled at the sight of it, surely that can't be little Muslim Sara, I rubbed my eyes, my breath heavy, I swear I had entered a parallel dimension. My mind froze. No, surely not.

I didn't even know my daughter drank, so this couldn't be her and little Sara definitely didn't. So this couldn't be them. Yet again, here she was evidently drunk and by the looks of it, far gone. The Kelly lookalike, was barely standing and looking closer, in the press of the dance floor, she was being held up by the guy in front of her with his hand up her shirt. Fuck she's being grabbed by the pussy. I watched slack jawed, the right thing to do was jump into action to make sure it's not Kelly and stop this from going further, but I was paralysed with shock. Doug stood next to me on the balcony watching the hot young things dance, and laughed "huh Huh.." and whispered, "finger the cunt!" clearly enjoying the show. Next to him stood an Asian woman he had finally managed to pick up.

Fuck he is talking about my daughter, no thats not Kelly, her hair was in the way, I couldn't get a better look at her face. Thank fuck he doesn't know, fuck the guy behind he is touching her arse, his fingering her? The guy in front pouring beer into her open mouth. What a whore this girl was. Her poor parents, and my cock twitched.

OMG the Sara lookalike that beautiful innocent sweet Muslim girl was being pushed onto her knees in the middle of the dance floor. A white guy started to pretended to face fuck her. He got a high five from those around them. Fuck my cock is hard! It was too much, I was crashing out. It all became a blur, Doug was horny as fuck, and was kissing and groping the young asian woman. Flashing his money to a young asian chic has obviously worked, and was crudely commentating to me what was happening to the "Chink and the Paki, Huh huh," and the braying laugh, "I bet their getting fucked with a big white cock tonight.

" Am I?" the girl he was with giggled.

"Huh huh. Yesssss...." he drooled.

His beady eyes fixed on the girl that could have been my daughter and he licked his lips, as she danced and gyrated to the music.

I had had enough, I needed to get out, my mind was reeling, and my heart was broken, my innocent sweet girl, the lies, the deceit, the games, and meanwhile, my cock was bulging. No it couldn't be, no, it's just a lookalike, I'm drunk. I rationalised as I stumbled out of the club.

It was 2am, the crowd outside was dissipating, people were drifting out of the club as I walked across the street, I found a bench at a bus stop and sat down about fifty feet away with a clear view of the front of the club. In a fuzzy, horny and hurt mental state, I just watched the front of the club, my heart racing, my mind shutting down. I saw Doug leave with the young Asian woman, the dirty old bastard, that dirty young slut, my cock twitched. He jumped into a taxi. My gaze went back to the entrance of the club. I heard the loud purr of the engine as a dark Jaguar pulled up, my daughter's doppelganger stumbled out with two white men, they all jumped into the back. Looking through the rear window of the car, I could see one of the guys reach up and push the girl's head down. The car drove off. Slut.

Shortly after the Sara-like girl came out, drunk and totally out of it, the guys she was grinding on and another thug equally as vile were both groping her as she flopped between them, one of them kissed her and grabbed her boobs, while the other suddenly pulled her dress up and pulled her knickers down, exposing her to the last of the crowd, they cheered, as she squealed, and tried drunkenly to cover up, they roughly pulled her along, She would have been humiliated if she wasn't so far gone.The whore. My cock ached. It was so hot seeing her get bundled into another dark Jaguar. He knickers pulled around her knees constricting her movements, exposing her most private parts, as she was manhandled and stumbled into the car. I bet those whores are getting fucked by big white cock tonight. I thought of Doug's words, The loud engine hummed and roared as they drove off. My cock exploded without me touching it.

I ordered a taxi and went home.

The next few weeks, I avoided the family and tried to find time to be with Kelly alone, working from home, cancelling office meetings, I tried to find time to give me the opportunity to to have this discussion without the drama of the Mrs, or the shock of my other kids being witness to this coming confrontation. But It was futile.

As is all things, what would of been routine in any normal circumstance, turned into a nightmare, my son Kevin got sick, my wife's office was getting a renovation and she was working from home, once that got cleared up my second daughter Shelly had some exam prep to do and revised at home, Kelly went on a Uni tour, I travelled when she was home alone...fuck this went on for months... At least it stopped me reacting and losing control. I did however get to check her room, and found nothing untoward, no new sexy underwear, no stash of clothes hidden away or excessive makeup. Hmmm. Her computer was clean...nothing...I was losing my mind, between work, watching and wanking thinking of Kelly, I was on a trigger's edge.

I was confused, suspicious, and horny, ready to explode, but the time and situation at home calmed my nerves. Maybe I had imagined it. It was another girl, maybe I drank too much, and my subconscious had played tricks on me. Sara came round a few times, the sweetest, most innocent lovely Muslim girl with impeccable manners. She wore her hijab, wore loose fitting clothes and diligently helped out around the house without question and without prompting, Sara was genuinely a delight to be with, and even Theresa, my impervious cold wife loved Sara. Each time I met Sara, I knew it couldn't be her, it must have been a fever dream, and I pushed my memories and now fantasy further down into my subconscious, and simultaneously increased my viewing of WMAF porn.

As certain as the ebbs and flow of Time, and Tide, the opportunity to determine if I was imagining that evening did come up and this time if I had known, I would have steered clear, and saved myself the most humiliating, shameful life changing events I could have possibly imagined. If I had even the merest hint, I would have sworn off women, joined the priesthood. Oh well, never mind that train of thought, back to Kelly getting bleached.

Doug wanted to catch up again. So we agreed on a Saturday game of golf and a couple of drinks, and then after a fairly competitive game, which I won, he said.

"Hey buddy, I got an invite to a club, may not be your thing, but if you want it's going to be wild."

"What is it?"

"It's a exclusive club, it's called the Mayfair, but tonight's theme is playing cards" only private invites, it's a whiskey and cigar members only, hot chicks, hung guys and the rich, No holds bar, think of a Bunga Bunga Party....or a wild Playboy party..." Then he let out a gruff "Huh Huh" laugh.

"A wild Playboy party, are they known for being tame?" I said sarcastically.

"Huh Huh!" His laugh still annoyed me.

In the state I was in, I was so fucking horny, and this seemed like just the ticket I needed to release my pent up energy. We got there late, the party had started and the venue was full. As I walked in, the prettiest, most elegant blonde Asian lady I could imagine came up to us. High cheeks, porcelain skin, dark eyes, thin bones and a cracking pair of tits. her black silk dress had a deep plunge along the neckline, and a slit up to her thigh revealing her entire leg. She gave Doug a warm familiar kiss, smiled a knowing smile, handed him a playing card, and then she turned to me, a twinkle in her eye, and for a moment, the briefest of seconds, I saw the eyes of a predator, and then the look was gone, she was warm and friendly, she pleasantly said as she held me by the hand, "One card will be called out tonight, whoever has it, gets to make the three rules for the girls of their choosing, Are you ok with that?" She pressed a card into my hand, face down. I laughed, I had no idea what she was on about, and nodded. I looked at my card, a deuce of hearts.

She continued, holding my hand and leading me along behind Doug, "If your card doesn't come up, as a guest, you can't talk or interact with with any of the party girls, it's your first time and we need to know you can follow the rules"

"How will I know if they are party girls?"

"You'll know." she smiled, "Now, do you fucking agree?"

"Wow that's direct?" I quipped back,

She repeated herself, and gave me that coy smile again, the type of look a snake gives a mouse. Once I complied, I was let in.

The club was as if a old english manner had collided with a strip club, lots of gold leaf, red velvet, and neon. The party was in full swing, you could tell those who were here because of wealth and those who were physically superior, the woman were not only beautiful but almost to a person, dressed with t-shirt cards pictured on their tight revealing tops. Whores, I quickly assumed they were the party girls, and the women who dressed more elegantly, were "rich", a lot of the men were muscled, tatted, and huge, the vibe was friendly and arousing.