How I Got My Dad A Job

I loved my Dad; he was kind, generous, considerate, and always put his children first. My useless Mother ran off with a loser when we were young, leaving my Father to bring up two kids on his own. I’d always been a Daddy’s girl, could twist my Dad around my fingers to get what I want, and usually got precisely what I wanted. I knew my sister sometimes got jealous.

When I was 19, my Dad lost his job and struggled to find work due to the recession. He was starting to get depressed and hated living on government benefits. It also meant my sister and I had to forego much that we wanted so that Dad could live within his means; it was a bad time.

My best friend Imogen came from a wealthy family; her Father, Kevin, owned a large business employing several hundred people. I’ve known him since I was a little girl and have even been on family holidays with them. Kevin flirted with me in my teens at a couple of family parties, once even pinching my bottom. TBH I’d fantasised about him during my teen years as he was fit, good looking and wealthy. So it seemed natural for me to ask him if he could help my Dad out with a job. I called around to his company office late one evening as I knew he always worked late. He was surprised to see me but took me to his office; he was alone at the factory except for the security guard I knew and had let me in. I asked Kevin the question about my Dad’s job; however, he said no as his company was being careful due to the economy. He said he was very sorry and would have loved to help if he could. Jokingly, I went over and sat on his knee and did the little girl act, saying, “please, please, please Kevin” He was laughing and was moanfully stating he wished he could; I then felt his erection pressing; against my bum!!!

I’ve been with loads of boys and adore being fucked. So I had the grain of an idea as I pressed my arse against his cock and said, “would you give him a job if I sorted that out for you” Kevin went very flustered and said it was inappropriate, and he would die if Imogen found out. He was still protesting as I pressed my hand against his hard cock over his jeans. He told me to stop as somebody would come in; I didn’t stop, and he started to moan. I’m now squeezing and releasing his hardness over his jeans. I asked again if he can help my Dad out? Again he says no and I should stop what I’m doing; however, I squeeze tighter and unbutton his jeans. His cock sprang out of his boxers, stiff and throbbing. I took the end and started to pump it up and down. “Are you sure you can’t help my poor Dad, Kevin? I would be very, very grateful,” and gently kiss the end of his cock as I finish talking. He’s now moaning and sweating, saying he’d always thought I was gorgeous and sexy. I take the whole of his cock in my mouth for a second and again ask, “please, uncle Kevin can you help my poor daddy” His resistance then melts, and he said yes, he could help.

I take Kevin cock fully into my mouth and give the best blow job I’ve ever given. I stop and then ask him what job; he says one of the production staff. I know these guys don’t earn a great deal. I have his cock in my hand, pumping it and get up and kiss him. I then whisper in his ear, “please give him an account manager job, and you can fuck me whenever you want”. I knew from what Imogen’s had told me these guys earned a fucking fortune selling to other businesses. I then go to sucking his cock and waited for an answer; it didn’t take long before I hear “yes.”

I took my panties off but left my skirt on and straddled him as he sat in his leather chair; it was funny feeling the cock of a man I’d known since childhood entering me. He arches his back as he slides in; I then start to ride him for all I’m worth. Finally, he raises my T-Shirt and starts sucking on my breasts. I’m enjoying myself, and so is Kevin. He began to moan and grind himself into me; I then feel his cock start to twitch as he cums inside me.

Kevin was good to his word and employed my Dad as an account manager, a role he did brilliantly well at quickly becoming the top performer in the company and earning loads of money. However, my best friend’s Father only used the promise six times over the coming year. We had a code that he would text me a message asking how my Dad was getting on in his new job. If I could go over to the factory, I would text back ‘absolutely fabulous’, and if not, I would text back ‘he’s doing great'.

I enjoyed being fucked by Kevin, and I liked the thought of being used so my Dad could be happy. Although I took control of our first encounter, he took control of all the subsequent ones. He fucked me hard and made me work for the job he had given. This included fucking in every conceivable position, plus anal, facials and cumming in my mouth. Apparently, Helen, his wife, was a little ‘conservative’ in the bedroom, and thus Kevin got to live out many of his fantasies during those six sessions. In the end, I suppose we both got what we wanted. It then stops, and the relationship returned to what it had before; however, he was always very attentive and quite loving after that.

My Dad died a few years ago, and Kevin then became almost like a second father, helping to sort the funeral and finances out. He made sure all insurances policies, including those at the company, paid out. He could not do enough to help and support my sister and me. Years later, it seemed natural to ask him to give me away at my wedding, which he did and insisted on paying for the whole thing too. During his speech, he either made a slip or was being naughty when he said ‘I think you will agree with me the bride looks absolutely fabulous’