My daddy's enemy is my friend {yami x meo}

[meomeo]

Friday. 4:30 in the afternoon. In the high-rise offices of this Fortune 500 company, it was the only time of the week when the keyboards stopped clattering, the phonelines stopped ringing, and the conference rooms were finally given some time off. Secretaries gathered in threes and fours, gossiping and chattering away. The younger male associates debated the oncoming evening’s choice of entertainment. Several veterans had sneaked off early, eager to catch an earlier train to the coast. TGIF indeed.

Mr. Ed Davis, vice-president, had no such luxury. The grey-tipped 50-year old had made the short walk over to the office of his fellow VP, and, seeing that his secretary was not at her desk, simply knocked once and barged in. “Hey, still here? How’s it going?”

Unless your job title is ‘tea lady’, you would know the two men don’t get along very well. For years now they have competed for the bigger slice of the budget for their respective departments, the brighter trainees, and, if and when the big man finally steps down, the top job itself. But of course, hating someone’s guts doesn’t mean you don’t talk to him: this is the cut-throat corporate world, not grade school.

Mr. Ed Davis had always reminded people of a late-night talk show host: smooth and slick with an infectious laugh. He would chat a bit about the business side of things, make a joke, and recommend a new golf course down near Atlanta he had visited during a recent business trip.

“… and I ended up with a 76. Anyways…” he paused, tapping the mahogany door twice. “… I should get going. Have a good weekend.” His large body was already halfway out of the door when he abruptly turned back and said, “By the way, have you seen Braydee? She wasn’t at her desk…”

Ah. Braydee Davis: Ed’s delicious little 19 years-old daughter who is on a three-week summer placement at the company. Braydee has a tendency to remind guys of their best memories in high school, and she has been a hit with the males in the office ever since she showed up on the first day.

 

[Yami]

Charlie Wells wasn't happy with Ed davis. The man was always competing with him. He just couldn't stand the man! Ugh! But, luckily for him, he'd finally found a way to one up the other man. He reached below the desk to pet the girl's head as she blew him. He said "Yeah, have a good weekend." At the question of where Ed's daughter was, Charlie had to resist the urge to smirk. Gripping her hair tight, he pumped his hips once as he came in her mouth. Keeping her head there to force her to swallow, he cleared his throat and said "Uh no, I haven't seen her all day." And that was true, she'd spent half the day beneath his desk, sucking his dick, so technically, he had yet to see her.

Once Ed was gone, he slid back in his chair and pulled Braydee by her hair up to be face to face with him. Smiling at her he said, "That's my slutty girl. Now open your pretty little mouth and let me see if you've swallowed everything." He parted her lips with his own as he kissed her. Satisfied that she had, he pulled away and said "Very good." He opened a drawer and pulled out the lube. He said "Come dear, we're going to play a little bit." He zipped himself up and he slid his hands over her breasts for a quick grope. Leading Braydee out of the office and into her dad's empty office, he said as he closed the door "Strip. I'm going to fuck your pretty ass all over your daddy's office. I'm going to make sure that you get wet and horny for my cock each time you come in here. After I fuck you, we're going to have a little talk you and I."

 

[meomeo]

Braydee froze when she heard the loud rap and her daddy's voice, which you have to give her credit for, because freezing when there is a bulging, veiny cock halfway down your throat is not easy. Especially when it's throbbing and about to unload. In the history of daddies walking into their daughters doing naughty things, this had to be near the top of the list. She felt her heart leaping out of her chest... mindful that she is one thin wooden board away from Armageddon.

She managed to keep as quiet as possible until a jet of hot male cum hit the back of her throat. She tried her best to swallow without making a sound, but that was difficult and just as the door closed she swore she made an audible gulp as the sticky white substance dribbled down her throat.

"Owww..." Braydee protested with a mouthful of cum as she is pulled out from under the desk. She looked quite a sight: pony-tailed blonde hair matted against her forehead, her cheeks flushed a bright crimson, a drop of pre-cum had smeared itself on her crystal clear cheeks... and her eyes were glinting with mischief and passion.

Braydee can feel her muscles aching from servicing Mr. Wells as she is roughly lead to the door. "Where we goin'?" she asked, mindful that it was still office hours, and the potential effect of her dreamy expression and messed up clothes would have on her new colleagues. But luckily this part of the floor was empty, and soon Braydee found herself in the familiar confines of her daddy's office. A set of tumblers she'd given him for his last birthday were laid out on the bar, photos depicting younger versions of herself were arranged neatly the top of the desk.

"Strip. I'm going to fuck your pretty ass all over your daddy's office. I'm going to make sure that you get wet and horny for my cock each time you come in here. After I fuck you, we're going to have a little talk you and I."

With a mischievous smile on her face, she teasingly untucked her blouse from her charcoal-black skirt. And in a cutesy and innocent voice, she purred, "I don't quite know how Mr. Wells. Would you care to show me?"

 

[Yami]

Charlie smirked at her, and said "Sure." He unbuttoned her shirt and once she was in her bra and under wear, he unhooked her bra and ripped her underwear off. He said "I'm going to fuck you once every day. You don't need underwear or bras." Leading her over to the window, he pressed her there, letting her see the outside and the open windows of the building across from her where a man sat at a conference table working. If he looked up, he would see her naked upper half and her face. Sliding home, Charlie asked as he fucked her "You like that? Knowing that if that man just looked up, he'd see you naked, and taking cock like there's no tomorrow?" He made to slap her ass, spanking her ass until it was red. "You like that huh? Knowing some one could walk in and see you at any minute. You filthy slut."

Charlie pressed Braydee's whole body against the glass and lifted her leg in the air, allowing him to go deeper and changing it so that if the male looked out, he'd see her whole naked body. He smirked and said "You filthy slut, he's watching your naked body. He's seeing you get fucked like there's tomorrow." Annoyed with the pony tail, he gripped it and yanked her head back as he said "Maybe we should go over there and fuck while he masturbates. You'd like that wouldn't you slut? Or maybe we should fuck while daddy watches. You'd like that wouldn't you." He thrust in and came. Releasing her leg, he guided her with his dick in her and his hand gripping her ponytail over to her dad's office chair. Sitting in it, he commanded "Ride me you filthy slut. Ride me like I'm the best cock you've ever had, and I am. So ride me you filthy slut."

 

[meomeo]

(Sorry this is not working. I felt like reading a synopsis of a porn flick.)

 

[Yami]

(kay. no worries.)