Hidden Agenda Don Abdul © As they washed their hands after doing business at the ladies room, Stephanie (the new girl from DC) and Claire, got a little office gossip going: “So Claire, I hear ‘Jimmy the nerd’ has a thing for you uh?” Stephanie asked with a naughty wink. “Yeah right!” Claire answered in…
Hidden Agenda 2 Don Abdul © Kneeling in front of him, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and slid it down to his feet, he stepped out of it, thus giving Jess her first glance at his huge cock, which was at that very moment standing erect and throbbing. It must…
It was a stinking hot day in the middle of December. Decorations were set up everywhere bringing a Christmas feel throughout the office. Josie placed her Chris Cringle gift under the plastic tree. Inside the wrapping paper of her gift was a cheap toaster from Big W. She did not care, as she was not…
Vivienne or Ms. V as her staff referred to her ran her household like she did her businesses. She made sure that her staff knew exactly what was expected of them right from the get go and paidhandsomely for exceptional service. Vivienne depended on her manager of household affairs, Stacy to make sure she had…
Birthday Treat Copyright Don Abdul ©2009 Dexter is a very brilliant executive, and when he speaks about his specialist subject of computer security systems, he leaves nobody in doubt of his razor sharp mind. Despite being a master of his nicely carved out universe though, Dexter has a serious self confidence deficit, especially when it…
There comes a time in every married girls life when all the excitement goes out of her sex life and she starts to think about having an affair. That’s what all my older and wiser married girlfriends told me when I married Todd twenty years ago. I smiled and nodded as they told me that…
Winter had finally arrived and the snow was falling generously outside. It looked so serene as the white fluffy specks fell graciously to the ground as I looked out my kitchen window. The fresh coffee brewing sent the aroma through the air of the kitchen and brought my senses more to life as I waited…
8:45 PM, the dressing room is buzzing, everyone is putting the finishing touches on their make-up. Most of the girls are already in costume, G-strings, pasties, and high heels or boots are standard for all the girls. They individualize their outfits from there, the usual stuff you see at a gentlemen’s club, cowgirl hats and…
Plump-iful puffy and moist-iful meaty, she couldn’t help but let her fingers do some of her talking as they massaged the lips that only made sexual slurping sounds as they slid into her hot wet pink crevice. Brittany laid there, her legs spread as wide as she could get them, letting her long fingers massage…
It was 6am when the alarm clock rang, jarring me awake. I opened my eyes and instinctively jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom, another long day locked in a small office all alone. It was until I had washed my face and brushed my teeth that I realized how wet my pussy…
Tight Jam 3 (The Tables Turn) Don Abdul (c)2008 Stan was just settling down to his search through the company archives in the basement when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Whipping his head around, he saw Constance smiling wickedly at him. His heart sank when he suddenly realized it was Friday afternoon,…
TIGHT JAM 2 (The Blackmail ) Don Abdul ©2008 While Peggy was young, sexy outgoing, Constance was a prudish 52 year old bitch who seldom smiled, especially with the staff, regardless of how nice and cordial to her they were. The interesting thing about her though is that despite her cold attitude she had damn…
TIGHT JAM (The Seduction) Copyright Don Abdul ©2008 Stan walked into Peggy’s office carrying a box of spreadsheets and otherdocuments she had asked for in her email. They got right down to business and soon got lost in their work. As an assistant in the accounts department, Stan could easily have handled the entire tedious…
Sweat dripped from his forehead and splashed down onto my chest. Trickling past my clavicle and down my sternum as it hid between my cleavage. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes back as I felt the sensation of him entering me with such fervor. I could feel my body rocking back and forth as…
On the average weekday, at rush hour, the 110 Freeway in Los Angeles averages over 20,000 cars at any given time on the 55 mile stretch. For Phillip Riley, the trip from his job in San Pedro—a small harbor town just south of Los Angeles, to his home in Pasadena took an hour and thirty-seven…