____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Cowroker Part 1 (intr, cheating, voy) by Zifferman (zifferman@aol.com) (c) 1996 ** The basis of this story I found on the web. I have changed it mostly and about 90% is mine. My wife, Noreen, manages a small travel agency. Last week, she hired Nolan. That hiring resulted in fireworks for Nolan, my wife and me--and I am writing to tell you about it. First let me describe the "stars"of my letter. Nolan is black, 28, and a real hunk - muscles everywhere. Noreen is 25, 5'6, 120 lbs, 36-22-34. She had sandy-blond hair and large blue eyes. She wears sexy clothes, too- low cut and tight tank tops, miniskirts, textured nylons, but at her work she dresses rather conservatively, usually business suits and skirts. You see, I has suggested to Nolan, who I knew through my gym, to apply at Noreen's travel agency when he told me one day that he was looking for a new position. I don't know why I didn't mention that Noreen, who kept her maiden name for professional reasons, was my wife. Nolan was exited when he told me about his new job--and his new boss. "The white check I work for is sexy as hell!", he told me, then went on to describe Noreen's "tremendous tits" and "tight ass". Well, that sounds like my Noreen. "I'm going to lay that babe," he concluded, "going to shaft her deep!". He raised his hands for a high-five and let out a loud, "Oowwwweeee! Am I ever going to fuck her good!" as our hands met. "Good luck," I called out as he walked away. Good Luck? Jesus! I'd just wished a guy "good luck" in balling my wife! Then I realized my dick was getting firm as I imagined his black hand squeezing Noreen's big creamy knockers and his black cock pistoning into her tight, pink pussy. Okay, I confess. There was method to my wishing him good luck. You see, Noreen hadn't been interested in sex since she got that damned travel agency. She had been so interested in making her business a success that it occupied most of her time, and she was often far too tired for sex at the end of the day. If Nolan got into her pants...maybe it would revive her interest in sex. Still, I felt a little guilty about putting this pussy-hound in my wife's work place. About three days after Nolan told me he had been hired at the travel agency my wife came home and tossed her brief case onto the kitchen table and slumped into a chair, seemingly exhausted. "Oh, did I tell you I hired a new employee this week?" she asked with a yawn. "No. Who is...she?" I asked disinterestedly, my pulse quickening. "He's a man, Mike. He seems like a pretty good worker. After I train him he should be first rate." "A man, eh? What's he like?" I asked with an evil grin. Noreen scrowled at me. "You have to assume there's something there, don't you?" "Naw, I'm just joking, Nor. Really, what's he like?" "He's about 28, I'd guess. Handsome, in a way." she said, pulling off her light gray jacket and shaking her hair free from it's bun. I could have been mistaken, but I believe her nipples were now poking through the material of her white blouse. I knew better than to ask too many questions for now. Later that night, as we lay in bed, I began to nuzzle her neck. She told me she was too tired bluntly and asked me to wait until the weekend. At the gym the next day, Nolan went on about his new boss again. "She is so FINE!" "Is she married," I asked. "Yeah, but that won't matter. A lot of married women are getting business taken care of at home and are hot to fuck." "Do you think she is interested?" "Fuckin' A, she's interested! She took me to lunch yesterday. We had a great time. I tried to steer the conversation around to sex a few times, but she is still acting coy. I had such a boner! I got up to pay the check and I made sure she got a good look at it bulging in my pants. When I looked down her eyes were riveted to my johnson. Then she looked up, kinda shocked and red in the face, but she smiled. " "Wow. Sounds like you got it in the bag, man," I said, feeling a lump growing in my throat. "Yeah. And this bitch customer came in to see about a trip. I started flirting with her and Noreen, my boss, came over and said she would handle this customer. She was fuckin' jealous, man, that I was hitting on this new bitch!" He clapped his hands and giggled gleefully. "How can you be sure? I mean, how can you be sure she's...interested?" I asked, my voice cracking like a boy going through adolescence. "Hey, I don't want to offend you or anything, but when I was in college the one lesson that I learned best was that ALL WHITE BITCHES had this black fantasy! I must of fucked a hundred of them, and some would actually admit it while the others tried to hide it. I can tell this Noreen is no different from those cheerleaders, business major and pre-med bitches I fucked in school." After our workout we headed for the showers. Now, I usually try to shower alone at the gym but this time I made it a point to shower with Nolan. When I got into the communal shower stall I had to halt in my tracks. Nolan had the biggest cock I had ever seen. It hung limply down from the apex of his groin and jutted out from his legs slightly, resting on two large hairless balls. His dong was a little like a baseball bat: thinner at the top and fatter at the end. Nolan's body was almost hairless, except for a little "spider" of thick black curls just over the top of his dong. I felt so intimidated by being so close to such a well-hung man that my own penis seemed to shrink up. I looked down and it couldn't have been more than two inches long, compared to his ten-incher. Nolan looked at me, at my dong, then smiled and turned away chuckling to himself. The conceited bastard. He began soaping up that swinging piece of meat, pulling it between his foamy fists. I made a short shower of it and darted back into the locker room. When Nolan came out of the shower he dried himself off. Then, to my surprise, he pulled on his dress slacks without putting on underwear. He smiled at me as he fed' his dong gently down one leg of his slacks, "This drives the women wild!" I knew he was returning to my wife's office and the only thing between Noreen and that dangerous cock was the sheer material of his pinstriped slacks. That night, Noreen seemed distracted. I spoke to her several times without her even hearing me. She attributed it to work and I suggested that she take a week off, since her new man was doing so well. She quickly dismissed the idea. He wasn't completely trained, yet. She had a far-away look in her eyes when she started talking about him and I guessed she was thinking about his body. "You never told me, is this new guy married?" I asked. "I believe so. I think he's happily married with a few kids. Why do you ask?" "Just making conversation, hon", I gritted my teeth. Noreen had never lied to me before, that I know of. And she had to know that Nolan wasn't married. Later, we had our standard, weekly lack-luster missionary sex. It lasted about five minutes and she turned away from me. I could tell from her breathing that she wasn't asleep and I wondered what it was that she was thinking about. I started hanging around with Nolan more and more at the gym and our conversation often turned to his new lady boss. "Just yesterday, I had to come into her office to talk about something, and she started kinda chewing on this pencil in a real suggestive way. Got me hard thinking about her chewing my johnson instead! She caught sight of my stiffie and smiled up at me as nice as you please, with the broadest grin." I picked up the pace on my exercise bike unintentionally. "She must want it bad, do you suppose?" Continued...