Only one more year until graduation. I have worked so hard to keep my head above water with school, work, and life in general.

I want to be an engineer, and school costs a lot. I work part-time as a secretary at a lawyer's office. I only work about ten hours a week, but the pay is good.

I live at home, and I was adopted when I was a baby, so I think of my parents as my mom and dad. I live at home with them.

My so-called grandfather lives close by. He is not my grandfather, but my parents call him Gramps. It almost feels like he lives with us because he is over at our house so often. He has been a widower for many years now.

My parents are not rich, and they help me with school by buying my books each year, but that is all they can afford.

I was almost ready for the school year to begin when a family disaster happened. My dad was laid off at work, and to compound it, my mom became ill and had to be hospitalized at about the same time.

My dad was desperately seeking any work as the hospital bills piled up. My mom wanted to help, but being so weak from the surgery she had, it made that impossible.

I did what I could, like cooking, cleaning, and running any errands I could for them. My dad came home from job seeking each day more and more discouraged. I could see in his face how this was tearing him apart.

I thought that school would have to wait, and I should find another job to help pay the mortgage.

One night, as I was cleaning up after dinner, I asked my dad, “Do you think Gramps could help you in any way?”

He laughed at me and said, “Gramps? Not a chance. He has money, but he lives by one of his sayings. 'The best place to get help is from yourself.' He lives by that, and he is not the charitable kind.”

“But Dad, this is different.  Why not try to ask him? I think he would understand.”

He just shook his head and walked away.

I left the house and went to see my sometimes boyfriend. I needed a shoulder to cry on, and he seemed like the most likely to listen.

I got to his place and, as usual, he was smoking some dope. I sat and watched him for a minute and wondered to myself why I put up with his shit.

I said, “Zack, I came over to talk to you. My family is having a hard time right now, and I wanted a shoulder to cry on.”

He looked over at me and said, “Hey babe, I am here for you. Want a drag? This is some good shit.”

I thought, what the hell, have a puff. It might take the edge off me.

I took a drag, then I explained everything that had happened. He listened. I think it was hard to tell if he was or if he was just stoned.

I was getting high from all his smoke filling the air.

I finished telling him everything and asked, “Do you think I should quit school and get a job?”

His eyes glazed over. He looked at me and said, “I think you should suck my cock to take your mind off all your problems. What do you say, Emma?”

He stood up, pulled down his pants, pulled out his cock, and said, “I am ready.”

This was not what I thought would happen, but a little high, I thought, what the hell, I might as well make someone happy.

I got down on my knees and put his rock-hard cock into my mouth and began sucking while I stroked it.

He put his hands on my head and said, “Fuck, Emma, you are so good at this. Why don't you suck cocks for money?”

That really pissed me off, and I was about to stop when he shot a load of cum in my mouth and on my face.

He leaned back, took another drag of weed, and said, “Thanks, that was fucking great.”

I got up, went to his bathroom to wipe off my face, and came back out and said, “I gotta go. See you later.”

As I walked out the door, I decided he was going nowhere in life, and I was done with him.

I went home in a daze from all the smoke. I went and sat in our backyard and thought about what I should do.

If I could find another job at my age, I knew I wouldn't get paid much. I really wanted more hours at my job, but they were talking about cutting back since it had been slow.

If I did that, would I ever be able to finish school?

We had our dinner that night, and my parents talked about what to do. They were thinking of selling the house and living off the equity they had built up. They thought of selling the nicer car and keeping only the piece-of-junk car.

Tears were falling from my mom's eyes when I said, “How about I quit school and go find a job to help out?”

My dad's face turned red, and he said, “Not a chance. I won't let that happen.”

Gramps came into the kitchen and said, “What's all the screaming and yelling about?”

My dad said, “Don’t worry about it, Gramps; it's not your problem.”

I didn't want to be there, so I went up to my room. I heard voices for a couple of minutes, then it stopped.

I lay in bed and thought about another job and school. Then I thought about what my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend said about sucking cocks for money.

I did not want to be a whore, but sucking a few cocks what could it hurt? Plus, my family wouldn't know about it, and I could help with our money problems.

I had no idea how to go about giving blowjobs for cash. What was I supposed to do, go up to a stranger and say, “How about a blowjob for a couple hundred bucks?”

I got that thought out of my mind and headed off to work. I rarely see the top boss, but he was here today, and I thought I would take advantage of it. I saw him go into his office, got up, and headed that way.

I got to his door and was stopped by his secretary, who said, “Just where do you think you are going?”

I said, “I must see Mr. Kelly; it's most urgent.”

She said, “I am sorry, but no one sees him without an appointment.”

I was about to give up when his door opened, and Mr. Kelly said, “What's going on out here?"

I stuttered, but I finally said, “I just want to see you. It won't take but a minute.”

He frowned and said, “Okay, come in, but it better only take a minute. I am a busy man.”

I went into his office, shaking like a leaf, then said, “My family is in trouble. My dad was laid off, and my mom is ill. What I wanted was more hours here if that is possible, as I want to give them the money, so we don’t lose our house.”

He eyed me up and down for a minute then said, “We just don’t have the hours to give out right now. Do you have a boyfriend or husband that can help?”

I looked downward and said, “I used to have a boyfriend, but he is a pothead and can't even help himself.”

He looked at me and said, “You're Emma, right? I nodded. Look, Emma, I wish I could help, but as I said, we don’t have the hours right now.”

I don't know where my courage came from when the next words out of my mouth were, “How about a blowjob? I won't charge you much.”

He sat back in his chair for a minute, then said, “I am a lawyer, and this is a classic case of sexual harassment. If I were to want a blowjob and given your situation, I am sure the next thing I would know is a lawsuit from you. So, no thanks, and you are dismissed. I don’t need this crap at my office. We will send your last paycheck to you, and good luck.”

I walked out and thought about the all-time backfire. Now what was I going to do?

I went home, sat under a tree, and sobbed as I thought about what to do.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and it was Gramps. He looked at me and said, “What's wrong, Emma? Is there something I could do?”

I looked up at him and said, “I don’t think so. I was just fired from my job, and I need to make some money for Mom and Dad.”

He said, “Fired? What on earth for? I thought they loved you.”

I began crying and said, “I did something stupid, and my boss fired me.”

He sat down beside me and said, “Tell me what you did. If he wronged you, I would take care of him.”

I cried harder and said, “No, Gramps. He did nothing wrong. I was so desperate for money. I don’t even know how to tell you this. I am so ashamed. Okay, here goes. I offered to give him a blowjob. I know that was stupid of me.”

He came over to me and hugged me and said, “Don’t worry about that. Your secret is safe with me. Hell, if you needed money that badly, I could use a good blow job. The last one I had of those was a thousand years ago. I think you're a very pretty girl.”

I pulled away in disbelief and said, “What did you say? Did I hear you say you wanted me to give you a blowjob?”

He smiled and said, “Why not? If you would give your boss a blowjob, why not your Gramps? Let's say I pay you five hundred bucks for it. How does that sound?”

I thought five hundred would go a long way to helping my parents. I thought about it for a few minutes and said, “Okay, Gramps, I will do it, but on the condition that you never tell my parents, and I will blow you twice a month for twelve hundred dollars that would damn near pay the mortgage.”

He looked at me and, without saying another word, he looked all around us and then pulled out his semi-hard cock.

His cock was not what I expected to see with him being as old as he was, and for myself, only seeing my ex-boyfriend's cock before in real life. It just looked like a cock.

I took his cock in my hand and jerked it off for a minute to get him hard, and as soon as he was, I took it into my mouth and began sucking on it.

He put his hands on my head and pushed me closer, so I had to take his entire length into my mouth.

He looked down at me as I looked up and said, “Fuck, Emma, you are good at this. I am about to cum.”

I did not really want to swallow his cum, but for as much as he was paying me, I thought I better do it.

He shot a load of cum into my mouth and said, “The best money I ever spent. I will pay you later; drop by my house.”

I went to his place an hour later, and he answered at the door with the money and said, “I will let you know when I am ready again and thanks a lot.”

I went home with the money, and my next problem was figuring out how to tell my parents how I got this money.

I decided not to give it to them right away.

I went to find a job and told them I worked for it. I combed the internet for something and found a job at a real estate office.

The pay wasn't that good, but my parents didn't need to know.

When I handed my dad the money and said, “My new job pays well, and this should help us out. Don't worry, Dad. I have enough left over for school.”

Gramps came over, as he usually does a day later, and sat on the porch with us. It was all small talk until we were alone for a moment when he tapped me on my shoulder and said, “Tomorrow at three.”

I nodded, and my parents came back outside with some lemonade for all of us.

The next day, I went to his house, knocked on his door, and he let me in and said, “I am ready.”

It was the same as the last time, and I went right to work on his cock. I thought the faster I made him cum, the faster I would be done with this.

As I was sucking on him, I suddenly felt myself get wet. How could this happen? I wanted an old guy to fuck me?

I did not let on and kept sucking away, and he soon shot a load of cum down my throat.

I swallowed it, then said, “Just let me know when you want this again.”

He said, “You better believe it. I love this, and it's worth every penny.”

I left and had cash in hand. I had to be careful not to give my parents too much money right away, or they would know something was up.

A few days later, after school, Gramps saw me sitting in my favorite place in a field near my house, under a tree.

He leaned against the tree and said, “I have an offer for you. If you will let me fuck you just one time, I will make one half of your parents' mortgage payments and tell them I am doing it out of the kindest of my heart. I will do this for as long as it takes for them to get on their feet.”

Somehow, I knew this was coming, and a blowjob would not be enough.

I looked up at him and said, “One time? I am not sure I believe you. It seems to me that once you have me, you will want more. Why should I believe you?”

He put his hand on my head and said, “I am old school, and when I make a promise, I keep a promise.”

This sounded good to me. Only one time letting him fuck me, and my parents would have enough income to keep our house.

I said, “You better not be lying, or I will tell my dad, and he will break you into a million pieces. When do you want to do this?”

He laughed and said, “Right now under this tree.”

I stood up and began taking off my shorts and panties as he undressed.

He looked at me and said, “Take off your top. I want you nude, then hold on to the tree, and we can begin.”

I did as he asked and held on to the tree, then I felt him probing my ass, then my pussy with his cock.

He slowly put the tip of his cock in me, going ever so slowly. I was not sure if he was doing that for my benefit or his.

Then he shoved it all the way in, and to my surprise, it felt good. His pace picked up, and so did his breathing. I couldn't believe it, but I was soaking wet and loving it.

He went faster and faster, and with each plunge into me, it felt better.

He soon grabbed my tits and said, “Fuck, I am going to fill your tight pussy up right now.”

He came with a huge load, and it dripped out of me onto the ground. He backed away and watched his cum hit the ground with delight.

He said, “I will keep my promise today.”

We got dressed, and I headed home. About two hours later, he came over, sat down, and talked to my dad.

My mom and I listened as he explained what he was going to do. Tears of joy fell from my mom's eyes as she listened, and in the end, my dad had tears of joy too.

He wrote out a check, then stayed over for dinner. The whole time I felt like I was going to be his dessert.

After much conversation, Gramps left and went home.

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A week later, I sat below my favorite tree and saw Gramps walking toward me. He stood in front of me and said, “Don’t worry, I am not going to break my promise. I wanted to ask you something. I golf with two friends of mine, and I slipped and told them about blowjobs, not sex, just blowjobs. They said they would pay a thousand dollars for a blowjob. Would you blow them? I hope you don’t think I am some pimp, but when you get older and are widowed, all we have are memories. They are as discreet as I am. Will you do it?”

I sat and thought about it. I was unsure what to say. Then I said...

To be continued.