Rebel Brat

Disha was happy being out at one of her friend's birthday party on the weekend. She was wearing a bold and sexy backless dress that covered her ample breasts, but left her exposed from her cleavage all the way to her pierced belly button, for the others to salivate at. And the dress parted at her thighs to exhibit her slender, toned legs.

At twenty-three, she was full of energy and horniness. Her strict father hadn't approved of her ex-boyfriend and had forced her to break up with him, so ever since then, she had been sexually frustrated. And to further add to her frustration, he planned for her to get married to some middle-aged guy, but Disha and everyone else knew that this was just a business deal under the guise of marriage.

Disha's time at the birthday party was cut short, when her father came across some social media posts that her friends had uploaded, showing her in that bold dress. He immediately called her and began scolding her for wearing such a revealing dress.

After a heated back and forth, Disha stormed out the club and headed out towards Manish, who was waiting by Disha's family car.

Manish was a twenty-seven-year-old man, who like his father before him, was the driver for Disha's family. He had a small business of his own, but after his father's health worsened, he replaced him as the family driver because the pay was much more and stable compared to his business.

Manish watched as Disha was walking towards him with a frown on her face. Her bold dress barely put in any effort to restrain her breasts, as they jiggled with each stomp of her heels. Her luscious hair, which almost reached her fine ass, waved wildly in the air. He knew why she was in such a mood, her father had just ordered him to drive her straight home. He opened the back door, but to his surprise, she got into the front passenger seat. He quickly got into the driver's seat and began to leave the parking lot. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Disha was eyeing him the entire time. Her sly mind is thinking of some very naughty plans.

Just as they cleared the parking lot, Disha suddenly put her hand on Manish's thigh and asked him, "So Manish, do you have a girlfriend?"

She slowly massaged his thigh as she waited for a response. The question caught him off guard, but he kept his cool.

Manish was a fairly good-looking guy and was very humble. Surely, he was interested in Disha, but apart from some small talk here and there, he had never approached her, knowing she was way out of his league and the daughter of his employer.

For Disha, every guy she knew wanted to get between her legs; some were even shamelessly up front about it. So she was strangely attracted to Manish's modesty, and the way he treated her with respect. She had, at times, gauged his interest in her by asking some covert, suggestive questions, but Manish had always kept his professionalism.

"I did, but it's been quite a while since we broke up."

Manish used shifting gears as an excuse, replying to Disha, placing his own hand on her thigh, right where the dress parted, on her smooth, flawless skin.

"How was your party, ma'am?" he asked, with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Disha took a deep breath, when she felt his rough hand on her skin. She was still frustrated that her father had ruined her plans for the night, so hearing about the party again steeled her determination for the act of rebellion she was about to do.

"So you don't have any woman in your life right now?" She leaned in closer to Manish, letting him breathe in her perfume, her hand feeling his heat rising up as she slowly inched towards his crotch.,

"And don't call me ma'am... you know I don't like that... besides, I'm younger than you. Just call me Disha," her voice, low and sensual.

Manish kept his one hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze before sliding his hand over to her crotch, hastening her breath. Disha's provocative dress barely insulated her heat from him.

"So Disha... yes, I am single," he replied, as he began to rub her over the material, making her gasp.

Disha smirked, thinking this was going way smoother than she had anticipated. She, too, moved her hand towards his crotch.

"Single and ready to mingle, as they say?" She began to gently rub him over his clothes, feeling his erection getting harder and harder.

"Daddy ne ye party to ruin kar hi di (Daddy ruined my party), but he can't stop us from having a fun nightX, can he...?" she asked with a naughty voice, giving his erection a light squeeze.

Her hand on his crotch made it pretty difficult for him to concentrate on the road. Fortunately, they were in an area with pretty sparse traffic, so he pulled over and killed the engine.

Manish finally turned towards Disha, getting a pretty good look into her cleavage, then sliding his hands under her clothes. His rough hands felt the heat from her smooth crotch, as his fingers found their way to her cunt.

He smirked, "... and the night's still young!" as he slowly pushed his fingers into her cunt, making Disha tense up.

Her parents had always kept her sheltered from strangers, but she knew Manish. He and his dad had been working for her father for a few years, but knowing her father would be furious if he came to know about what these two were doing here, got Disha even more excited.

She cooed, as his fingers made their way past her pussy lips. Unable to control herself any longer, Disha practically attacked Manish's crotch, hungrily loosening his pants by unbuckling and unzipping his belt and fly, her slender hands searching for his cock, taking it out.

"You know, daddy will kill you if he knows what we are doing here... but who cares about him... I want to punish him..." Disha said, with a slyness in her voice, as she began to massage his cock.

Manish adjusted in his driver's seat to give his cock more freedom. He took out his hand from her crotch and began groping her perky tits over her clothes, ruining them with her own juices.

"You want to punish him? And how will you do that?"

"By doing everything he will hate... I bet he will hate knowing that I am giving his driver a handjob," Disha said, as she stroked his cock to a steady rhythm.

Manish reciprocated by sliding his hands under her skimpy outfit, and began feeling her nipples getting hard under his touch.

"Anything he will hate? So will he hate it if you call someone else 'Daddy'?"

Her lips curled into a sexy smirk, as she leaned closer to him. "He will definitely hate me calling someone who works for him, Daddy... Do you like this, Daddy? Or, do you want me to use my mouth?" she whispered in his ear, with a low, seductive voice, as she stroked his cock harder.

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, getting him more aroused. He let go of her tits and held the back of her head, his fingers gripping her luscious hair as he pulled her in for a kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and secured his dominance over her. His grip on her head and his invasion of her mouth, made it very clear to Disha that she might be the one who ignited the spark, but Manish was then the one with authority over her.

After sharing a hot minute kissing her, he bent her towards his cock, and bobbed her head on his cock a few times before bringing her back up by the hair. Disha submitted naturally, and did not offer any resistance, as she let him bend her over and put his cock in her mouth. She winced a little as he yanked her by the hair, but that only managed to get her to be more submissive towards him.

"How does Daddy's cock feel?"

"It felt so good in my mouth, Daddy... I want to taste your cock even more... please let me suck it..." she pleaded, as she continued to stroke his cock to maintain his erection.

Manish smirked and bent her over again, but didn't put his cock in her mouth; instead, he manhandled her head by her hair, and smacked his enraged cock across her face, hitting her lips, cheeks, nose, eyes, smearing her makeup with his pre-cum and her spit.

"You want to be a slut? Huh? Whose slut are you?"

Having a cock rubbed across her face was extremely degrading for her, while it did not hurt, but she definitely felt its heft every time Manish's cock slapped against her face. She felt degraded, but it further fueled her rebellion against her father.

"I am your slut, Daddy!" Disha said, as she rolled out her tongue, desperate to take his cock back in her mouth.

Manish pushed Disha back on his cock, and on her way down, she used her lips to pull his foreskin back. Her tongue tasted his salty pre-cum as the cock slid back into her mouth. Holding her hair tightly in his hands, he made her head bob on his cock. Disha was a little uncomfortable with him manhandling her, but despite that, she tried to run her tongue along his shaft, trying to pleasure him as much as she could.

"That's right, show Daddy how much of a slut you are!! Fondle my balls, too, bitch!" Manish commanded her.

Disha immediately obeyed, managing to get her hands on his balls, and began to massage them. Manish adjusted his grip on Disha's hair, making her wince a little, as he grabbed her in a tight ponytail.

"HE wouldn't want his precious daughter blowing his driver would he?" Then Manish mockingly shook Disha's head in a 'no' motion, while still having his cock shoved in her mouth.

Disha gripped his thighs for support, as he continued to throat-fuck her. And when Manish began shifting on the seat and his breaths turned into grunts, she knew he was about to cum.

"Don't swallow. And don't you dare waste a single drop."

Disha wanted to nod, she didn't want to find out what the consequence of spoiling his pants would be. But with a firm grip on her hair and a cock shoved in her mouth, she had no control over her own head.

With that, Manish finally came. It had been a while since he last jerked off, so he filled her mouth with a copious amount of cum.

As his cock pulsed batches of cum, as his orgasm slowly died down. Disha, too, kept her lips sealed around his cock as his cock softened a bit, making sure none of the cum leaked around her lips.

Manish let out a sigh of relief and slowly pulled Disha up by her hair, her lips making a slurp sound as they left his cock.

"Show me." He tilted her head slightly upwards by pulling on her hair.

Disha complied and opened her mouth to show his gooey cum.

"Good girl, keep it in your mouth," he ordered her again, as he pushed her away from himself to make her sit properly in the passenger seat. Then he let go of her hair and then swiftly undid the knot of the dress at the back of her neck, and then pulled it down to her waist. As she was wearing a provocative dress to begin with, she didn't have any bra underneath, so then she was completely topless.

This sudden action made Disha gasp, but somehow, she managed not to swallow his load in her mouth. Manish then moved his hands to her chest, exploring her ample breasts, her cleavage, massaging her boobs and finally, playfully pulling on her nipples. Disha's eye twitched a little, as the mucus-like texture felt disgusting in her mouth, and she fought against the reflex to swallow it.

Then Manish adjusted her hair over her shoulders, so it barely hid her exposed tits. Then with a sly grin on his face, he rolled down the passenger-side window.

"He wouldn't want his daughter to be exposed in public, would he?"

Disha impulsively shook her head side to side, Manish's cum sloshing inside her mouth, as she was a little scared to be exposed in such a compromising state. But her submissive side had already taken a hold on her and she didn't even try to hide her modesty with her hands.

Manish then placed his palm under Disha's chin, signalling her to drool the cum in his hands.

"HE would absolutely HATE that a driver is smearing his cum all over his beautiful daughter's face and hair, wouldn't he?" he narrated with a cruel voice.

He began to do just as he described, and poured the cum on her hairline, then rubbed it in her hair and on her face, using his fingers. Disha's eye twitched again, as the cum is rubbed into her smooth, flawless face and the smell fills her nose. She felt utterly degraded, but let Manish do as he pleased, thinking about how angry it would make her father.

As Manish continued to ruin her face and hair, Disha started stroking his cock. "I haven't done anything like this! You really want to humiliate him, too, don't you?"

"You said it yourself that you will do everything that your dad would hate, right? I am just helping a poor girl with her problem.

"Now be a good girl and keep me hard," Manish ordered her. He slowly slid his cum-soaked fingers into her already wet cunt, and with his other hand on the wheel, began to drive.

"Yes, we should humiliate him... he has been pissing me off so much and never lets me do anything! But tonight, let's do everything he would hate." Disha's voice was filled with conviction, as she stroked his cock faster in excitement.

The cool breeze against her exposed skin gave her goosebumps, making her nipples hard and erect. There was some traffic on the way home and every time a vehicle passed by, Disha's heart would race like a freight train. She bit her lip in excitement, but at the same time, was too scared to look at the other vehicle to see whether they saw her. Manish kept a moderate speed, both of the vehicle and his finger on her crotch. He didn't have to do much to build her orgasm, the anxiety of other drivers staring at her exposed torso was enough to slowly build her orgasm, as each vehicle passed by.

Just as they were nearing her home, the thought of being caught by the neighbours finally pushed Disha to the edge.

"Fuck! Fuck! DON'T STOP!" She was at the very limit and would burst like a dam at any moment, but Manish did stop, pulling his fingers away from her cunt. She and her entire body groaned in frustration.

"Not yet. I won't let you ruin the car," he coldly replied to her. Manish used the fob to remotely open the gates and the garage.

"Stay," he ordered Disha, like a bitch, just as she was about to open the door.

He went around the car then opened the door, he reached inside and grabbed Disha by her hair and pulled her out of the car. Disha was a little shocked by this, and also a little frightened; Manish had always treated her with respect, but at that moment, she felt like she had let out a beast she wouldn't be able to control.

There was a door leading straight into the house from the garage, and even with her hair in Manish's hand, Disha tried to take a step towards that door, but he had other plans in mind. He yanked her back, the pain in her scalp made her yelp like a puppy. And he began to walk her out of the garage and towards the front door, instead. He didn't put his wet cock back in his pants, nor did he let Disha fix her dress.

"Manish! Someone might see us!!" Disha pleaded, unable to control her voice due to the mix of excitement and anxiety, and the frustration of the denied orgasm.

Manish yanked her head closer and almost growled in her ear, "Someone will definitely see us if you keep making noise like that!" and gave her ass a hard spank that made her yelp in pain, then with her hair still in his hand, made her walk towards the front door with him.

On the way to the front door, even though it was a little painful, from time to time, Disha would try to pick up the pace so they could hurry inside the house, but Manish would always yank her hair to slow the walking down. The two of them walked like a hunter and his caught prey, the anxiety eating away at Disha with each passing second.

Just as they were about to reach the front door, he said, "Wait, we can't have you enter the house all dirtied up like that, can we?"

It sounded like he had a solution for the problem already, then guided Disha by her hair to the garden hose nearby.

"Manish... sir... Daddy... no..." She had figured out what he was planning to do.

"There's nothing to worry about, a little water won't hurt!" He casually mocked her, and opened up the tap. And then picked up the other end of the hose.

"Just giving our lovely lady a quick little bath!"

And just as he said that, he began hosing her down with water.

Her hair was still in Manish's hands, but her hands were free; she reflexively tried to block the water and even tried to reach for the hose to snatch it from his hands. So Manish quickly dropped the hose, and let go of her hair and immediately grabbed both of her slender arms and bent them behind her back. Disha's dense and luscious hair was long enough that Manish was able to grab both of her forearms and her hair with his left hand, making her unable to turn, or even look away, to avoid the hose. He grabbed the hose again and continued to spray her with water. Disha tried to object, but he just forced some water in her mouth, not enough to drown her, but enough to shut her up.

After the hosing down, Disha really felt like a bitch, she had been just washed like some animal. Manish finally let go of her arms and hair, and she jerked and wiped some excess water off of herself. Disha scorned at him through the corner of her eye, but Manish just smirked in response. He, too, got wet a considerable amount as well, but it didn't seem to bother him. Disha was mumbling something as she continued to wipe the water off herself and assess her ruined dress.

When all of a sudden, Manish spanked her ass again. "Taking your sweet time now? Not worried that someone might see us?"

Disha flinched at the realization, and her eyes quickly scanned the neighbouring buildings as she made a beeline to the front door. She was fumbling with her purse, trying to search for the keys, when all of a sudden, a huge hand planted on her ass, startling her. She looked back at Manish, a sly smile on his face.

"Hurry up, slut!" He began kneading her ass.

Disha fumbled with lock and the moment the door unlocked, Manish pushed the door wide open and spanked her so hard that she nearly fell inside the threshold, but managed to balance herself.

"Let's go to the old man's bedroom," Manish ordered her, and spanked her ass again.

Disha could then hardly believe what she was doing, having the family driver order her around in her own house, while was nearly naked. But she obeyed him without question-- he had managed to tap into her submissive side that even she didn't know she had.

Despite being such a wealthy family, and having such a huge house, Disha's family didn't have any servants or a housekeeper who lived in the house itself, but there were a few maids who would come by during weekends to maintain the house and do some chores.

The master bedroom was on the first floor, as Disha slowly walked towards it, leaving a wet trail behind. Manish followed her, encouraging her from time to time with a few playful smacks on her ass.

Soon, they reached the bedroom, which was just a couple of rooms away from Disha's own room. The bedroom felt royal not like actual royalty, but close enough. And just over the bed there was a large portrait of Disha's mother and father posing like a power couple.

Both Manish and Disha stared at the picture for a few moments, when Manish was the one to speak up first.

"Strip and show Daddy how much of a slut you really are!" He had cleverly hit two birds with one stone. By saying 'daddy', he referred to both her father and how she had been calling him daddy this evening.

Despite her wanting to rebel against her father, Disha felt it was wrong on so many levels. Yet, she slowly removed the remainder of her dress, letting it pool at her feet. Then Manish pushed Disha onto the king-size bed and she planted face first. The bed was so soft that she wasn't hurt, but the action itself left her a little disorientated. She lay there, resting for a moment, as Manish disrobed, removing his belt before discarding his pants.

As Disha was still catching her breath, she felt the mattress shift, as Manish climbed on the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her ass to his crotch, rubbing his hardening erection against it. And being just the bitch in heat she was, Disha started grinding her ass back on his cock. Manish bent down a little to reach for her hair and pulled her up on all fours.

The position of the picture and the lighting were just so that Manish and Disha could see their naked reflections on the glass of the painting, superimposing on her mother's blouse. Both of them stared at their reflections in silence, the sound of their breathing filling the room. Then Manish grabbed his belt.

"Let's show your daddy dearest whose bitch you are!" he said to her, as he fastened the belt around her neck. She was stunned for a moment. While she had fucked doggy style before, and even had her hair pulled while being fucked-- but getting leashed like an actual bitch was new for her, the mix of shame and excitement cranked up her arousal a lot.

Just as Manish finished leashing her up, Disha began gyrating against his cock in earnest, trying to get him fully erect faster. Then a sudden spank on her wet, bare ass made her yelp. When she shot a look back, Manish with her hair and her leash in his left hand, yanked her head to make her look straight into the painting, and began lining up his cock to her cunt.

"Look into your parents' eyes while you get fucked!" Manish hissed from behind, and Disha couldn't help herself but to obey him once again, as she felt his cock entering her.

Manish paused for a moment after his head breached her cunt, to adjust his grip on her hair and leash, and then grabbed her waist with his other hand. Then he slammed into her with all his might, making Disha scream her lungs out as his cock speared her. Disha's screams turned into loud moans, as Manish continued to pound her, occasionally bending over her to grope her tits.

"Tell your Daddy who is fucking you!" Manish ordered her with a hard spank on her ass, while still holding her hair and the leash to make her look at her parents' portrait.

"D-Daddy! Our... driver... is fucking... me...!" Disha managed to blurt out, between the hard strokes.

"Say it LOUDER!" Then another spank, this one was as hard as he was loud, and it even left a tangible impression on her pale ass, making her shriek.

"AAAHH! DADDY! OUR DRIVER IS FUCKING YOUR DAUGHTER!"

Then Manish began pounding her even harder. His hips slapped against her ass, where he just had mercilessly spanked her. Each thrust made her ass feel like it was burning. Each thrust brought her closer to an orgasm. Soon enough, Disha came hard while being fucked like a bitch. As she thrashed in her throes of her climax, Manish kept a firm grip on her hair and leash. He kept pounding into her, chasing his own orgasm and not giving her any relief. She begged him to slow down, but he didn't listen.

As Manish was about to cum, his sped up fucking her. As for Disha, she had long crossed the pleasure zone and was then suffering from the prolonged orgasm, her cunt begging his cock to release. And with a final deep thrust, Manish impaled himself inside Disha, as he exploded and filled her womb with his cum. She had expected she might get laid that night, so she was already on the pill.

With his cock still pumping inside her cunt, Manish groped her breasts as the two shared the moment to catch their breath together. He turned Disha's head and made out with her briefly before removing the belt from her neck.

He straightened up, with his cock still inside Disha, and yanked both of her arms behind her back, making her plant her face in the mattress, muffling her yelp. She was still catching her breath and did not protest, as Manish tied her hands with the belt.

After tying her hands, Manish finally pulled out of her and lay down next to her. Disha was so exhausted that she just remained in that face-down-ass-up position with her hands behind her back, as the cum oozed out of her battered cunt.

After giving her some to rest, Manish ordered her to get on top of him, grabbing her hair and pulling her towards him.

"Come on! I am not done yet!" Manish barked.

But Disha just whimpered in response, as her hair was yanked.

Manish held his semi-erect cock in place and Disha managed to get on top of him. He held her head and pulled her in for a kiss, slowly grinding his hips to regain his erection. His tongue invaded her mouth, asserting his domination yet again, as his cock began to swell inside her.

Manish pulled Disha's head away, breaking the kiss, then he put both of his hands on her tits and groped them as he made her sit straight up on his cock. With his hands still groping her breasts, Manish scooted up the bed until he rested his back on the tufted headboard, making Disha crawl as well, still impaled on his cock. He finally let go of her tits as he cushioned his head with his hand.

He was seated right below in the middle of the portrait of her parents.

"Get to it!" he barked.

Disha whimpered like a bitch, and began slowly rocking back and forth. All of a sudden, Manish slapped her tit hard, making her scream.

"PROPERLY!"

Sobbing slightly, she began gyrating her hips, grinding herself on his cock.

"That's it! Keep working on it!" Manish said, as he placed his hand on her hips, encouraging her.

"How does it feel?!"

"It feels... good..."

Manish wasn't satisfied with the way she answered and smacked both of her hips at the same time.

"IT FEELS GOOD!!" Disha repeated, without the need to be prompted again.

After Disha worked his cock to its full hardness, Manish planted his feet in the bed and began fucking her from the bottom. Shifting his hands from her hips to her bouncing boobs. With her hands tied behind her back, him groping her was her only source of balance. He was groping and pinching her hard enough to dig his nails into her skin at times, and weirdly enough, Disha actually felt the pain to be quite pleasing at that moment.

The pleasure-pain continued, as Manish kept fucking her, but just as she was about enter the subspace, he abruptly stopped. Disha opened her eyes to see him breathing heavily, tired from fucking her for too long. Then he slapped her tit right on her nipple, making her yelp. Trying to turn away from him, another smack on her other nipple made her look back at him.

"Fuck me," he commanded.

By that time, Disha had managed to recover some of her strength. She planted herself on the balls of her feet, and began to slowly bounce on his cock. Manish only occasionally helped her balance herself. Disha slowly found her rhythm and began fucking him in the earnest. Manish leaned forward and took her bouncing boobs in his mouth, sucking on them, biting her nipples.

After getting a good taste of her tits, Manish reached out, digging his fingers in her hair and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Disha continued to bounce on his cock as the two made out.

He pulled her away briefly. "Tell me what you are!"

"I am a slut!" Disha replied.

SLAP

"Whose slut are you?"

"I am YOUR slut!"

SLAP

Manish pulled her hair, making Disha look towards her parents' portrait.

"Tell your dear mother, who are you!"

Disha inexplicably began tearing up. "I am... a slut... mommy..."

SLAP

"Now tell your mom, whose slut are you!"

"I am... HIS slut... mommy."

SLAP

"Properly!"

"I am... our driver's slut... mommy.''

Instead of slapping her again, Manish briefly pulled her in for a kiss before making her look at her mother again. Disha had been gyrating her hips the entire time, fucking him as he had ordered. The lust, shame, pain, pleasure, betrayal, all the emotions mixed inside her, as her orgasm began approaching.

"Now tell her, you are a slut just like her!"

Disha snapped back to reality, his words hit her like a freight train. She added up what he had made her say up until then, and along with the latest command, the implications were clear-- her mother had slept with his father.

"No... I can't..." Disha weakly replied. She began crying, her body and mind were in turmoil. A part of her wanted to stop and get off Manish's cock, another part of her kept grinding his cock, desperate to cum.

Manish made her look at him. And then slapped her hard enough to leave the impression of his hand on her cheek. He stared right into her eyes.

"QUIT YOUR BITCHING AND DO AS I SAY!" and slapped her hard again, splitting her lip this time.

Disha screamed in pain, her masochistic side making her fuck him even harder as he made her look at her mother once again.

"I am a... slut... like you... MOMMY!"

A hard slap to her tit, followed by a vicious pinch to her nipples.

"PROPERLY!"

"YOUR DAUGHTER IS A SLUT FOR OUR DRIVER! JUST LIKE YOU MOMMY-- AAHHHH!"

That was it for Disha, the taboo, the pain, the humiliation everything culminated in a massive orgasm that crashed through her. Manish, too, began fucking her, feeling her twitching cunt just begging to be filled. Even with Manish's firm grip on her hair, holding her head in place, she powered through the pain in her scalp to lean forward and kissed him.

Manish grunted in her mouth as he climaxed inside her, her swinging hips helping him pump her full of his cum.

Disha lay on top of kissing him, her bare breasts pressed against his hairy chest, as Manish reached behind her back and fidgeted to free her hands from his belt. With her hands finally free, Disha dismounted from him, laying down next to him as both of them sighed in relief.

"So..." Disha turned to her side facing Manish, "What did you say about my mom?"

Manish turned his head to look at her, reaching out to tuck her hair away from her face. And just smirked a little.

"That's a story for another time..."