The Father's Boss

Hannah just wanted to help her father out. That's how this all started. She'd never intended for it to spiral out of control like it had.

Where to begin?

Hannah's father, James, worked for a large firm located in the financial district of San Francisco, California. James, a single dad, had raised Hannah by himself since she was a child and had always earned just enough to give her a happy, comfortable life. Lately, however, money had been tight.

Hannah was 18 years old and finishing her senior year of high school. She was your typical "girl next door" with a bright smile and natural beauty that hardly required any makeup. Hannah had a nice figure and 36C breasts, but she rarely ever flaunted her body; it was more of her style to dress preppy and sophisticated.

Hannah's father never expressed any financial concerns openly to her, but she was aware that he was up for a big promotion with the firm. Given his performance in recently years, James probably should've already received the promotion if not for his asshole boss, Charles Silver. Hannah had often lent her ear to her father for him to vent about how much he hated Charles. From what her father told her, Charles was a greedy, money-hungry pig.

Hannah had never actually met Charles Silver, though she observed him at the firm's holiday dinner the year prior. Whenever her father would complain about Charles, Hannah would recall that night, watching Charles from afar as he drunkenly berated his employees for his own amusement. The man resembled Tony Soprano, only somewhere between 65 and 70 years old. He was the type who got off to power, and loved to flaunt his worth to others. Just the mere thought of him made Hannah's skin crawl. But it was her father, not Hannah herself, that had to deal with Charles on a daily basis. As such, James always had her sympathy when it came to his attempts to kiss his boss' ass to ensure the promotion with the firm.

One evening over dinner, James mentioned to Hannah that he was planning on hosting potential clients over a round of golf the following weekend. James believed that if he landed these clients, the promotion was all but in the bag.

"That's amazing news," Hannah said optimistically. "You'll do great, I just know it!"

"Thanks, sweetie." James replied. "I know we haven't had much time to do anything fun ourselves... Why don't you join us?"

"That would be great!" Hannah smiled. "I hope your client doesn't take it the wrong way when I kick both your butts."

James picked up the empty plates from the table. "I'm sure I'll have you to thank when I get the promotion."

***

Saturday came along and the two hopped in the car to make their way to the golf course. Upon arrival, to James' horror, there in the parking lot stood the client talking to none other than Charles Silver himself.

"Mr. Silver, I wasn't expecting you here," James said, approaching the two. Hannah walked closely behind, suddenly feeling very out of place.

"Oh don't mind me, Jimmy. I'm just here to oversee that this day goes smoothly for everyone." Charles cracked a grin before then turning his attention to Hannah. "And who do we have here?"

James had almost forgotten Hannah was with him. "Ah yes, this is my daughter, Hannah."

"My, my. Well it's certainly nice to meet you," Charles said, extending a chubby, clammy hand forward.

Reluctantly, Hannah reached her hand out to meet his. Charles held on for just long enough to make her uncomfortable. Charles was larger than she remembered: he towered over her at 6'3'' with a belly that hardly fit his 2XL golf shirt.

"We'll have to make sure we're all on our best behavior today, boys," Charles proclaimed. "We're in the presence of a lady."

***

The first few holes were uneventful, but things appeared to be going well for James. Hannah would observe as her father and the client hit it off, laughing at one another's jokes and giving each other swing tips. She couldn't help but notice, however, the Charles was fixated on her. Every time she approached the tee, she could almost feel Charles' eyes on her, running up and down her body, outlining the curve of her tight top and short shorts. Hannah tried to keep her focus; if Charles being distracted by her meant that he would allow her father to close the deal with this client, then it would be all for the better.

On the next hole, Hannah approached the tee for her turn, when suddenly she felt Charles approach her from behind.

"My dear," the old man spoke calmly. "Your form is all wrong. Too much movement in the hips." Charles reached from behind, pressing his body up against hers and resting his hands on the sides of her hips.

Hannah immediately glanced over to her father for help, but he was oblivious, completely caught up in conversation with the client.

"I think I got it, thank you." Hannah jumped away from Charles. The old man sauntered back over to the golf cart.

A couple holes later, Charles hit a terribly poor shot that sliced off to the left into the brush. He called out to James and the client, who were already wandered towards the next hole.

"You two get a head start on the next one," Charles shouted, waving his hand as so to shoo them away. "I'm going to find this ball and then I'll just redo this shot."

"Yes, sir. See you soon," James called back, not even glancing over to his daughter to check in on her.

Charles sat down again in the golf cart, motioning for her to go ahead with her shot. Hannah did so, her best hit of the day. Looking around for her father, she did not see him; he had already gone over the hill to the next hole. She had a moment of disappointment that only Charles was there to witness this shot.

"Come girl, have a seat," Charles said, patting the seat next to her on the cart. Hannah complied, not making eye contact with the man as she approached. Charles immediately put his arm around her. She suddenly felt very small compared to him. Very small and very vulnerable.

"Your father is a good employee, you know. I'm considering him for a big promotion. But keep that between you and me." Charles chuckled. He may have even winked at her, but Hannah was just staring off into the distance, hoping James would be coming back.

"He did a fine job raising you. You're a gorgeous young thing," Charles turned towards her a bit, now placing his free hand on her thigh. Hannah's heart began to race.

Charles leaned in to Hannah's ear. "Listen, I've had this on my mind since you stepped out of that car today..." Hannah could feel his breath on her. "...Getting you alone." Charles was now running his hand up her thigh. Hannah's mind was racing, but she was not resisting.

"In going to be very forward," Charles tone was now more stern. "You're going to let me feel that body of yours right now. And you're not going to say a thing to anyone, or else your father will be packing up his things in a box on Monday morning. Are we clear?"

Hannah gulped, but gave no response. She was observing Charles out of the corner of her eye, but still refused to make eye contact.

Charles took her silence as a green light. His hands cupped Hannah's breasts, giving them light squeezes. As he groped her for what felt like an eternity, Charles would occasionally make comments of approval and compliments of how beautiful she was.

Hannah glanced over and noticed a tent in Charles's pants. He was hard. She looked up and made eye contact with the old man for the first time. He had a smirk on his face.

"You know what's next, don't you?" Charles grinned. Hannah remained silent.

In a swift motion, Charles unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It wasn't long, maybe around 5 inches in length, but it was fairly thick. Hannah's heart was beating out of her chest.

Charles took her closest hand and placed it on his cock. Before she could even think what to do, Hannah felt a hand on the back of her head, attempted to guide her down. To Charles' delight, she did not resist. Hannah gave one last glance around, but her father was still nowhere in sight.

Hannah allowed her head to be brought down to Charles' cock and she took him in his mouth. It was hard as a rock and salty from sweat and precum. Charles made an audible moan and tilted his head back as Hannah instinctively began to bob up and down. The only thought in her mind now was how to quickly get this over with.

Soon, without Hannah even realizing, Charles had relinquished control to her and was no longer guiding her head. Hannah sucked Charles' cock, occasionally removing her mouth to run her tongue along the sides of his shaft and swirl it atop the head. Hannah would take him as deep as she could in her mouth, with Charles thrusting upwards in pleasure.

Hannah must've forgotten who she was giving this blowjob to, because at this point, she had given into the moment and was allowing herself to feel aroused.

Charles' hands returned to her head and started guiding her in a faster pace. She knew he was close to finishing and began sucking hard. The old man let out a groan as Hannah felt a shot of cum hit the back of her throat, followed by another three streams that landed on her tongue. Without even thinking about it, Hannah swallowed his cum and continued sucking to ensure that she got every last drop.

"That's my girl," Charles said with satisfaction.

Hannah raised her head up, glancing around to make sure that no one had witnessed what just occurred. She could hear the old man zip up his pants, but she kept herself turned away from him.

"That's fine," Charles stated, replying to Hannah's body language. "Act like it didn't happen. All the better. Your father will be none the wiser."

The old man started up the golf cart and began driving towards the direction of the next hole. When they eventually caught up to James, the man hadn't even seemed to have noticed that his daughter had ever left his side.

The rest of the afternoon was a complete blur. Hannah kept to herself, conflicted with how ashamed and aroused she felt about what had happened.

***

About two weeks or so later, James returned home from work with the news that he was given the promotion at the firm.

Hannah was happy for her father, but also relieved that her "moment" with Charles seemed to have a positive effect on things.

There was also the relief that she could finally just forget that it ever happened and put it all behind her. After all, it's not like she'd ever see Charles again.

Or would she?