The collection features works by other local writers. I’m in the midst of approaching them online to get their buy in. These are all free to read and i have asked for their permission to reproduce their work on this site. Writer’s pseudonym, nick, & site which they write at will be indicated in the post itself.
Author : Antyhowacc
Writes on Sammyboyforum
“YOU SLUT!!!” Rick howled as he caught his girlfriend busy with another man in their bedroom.
Anger flooded Rick’s mind, leaving him incapable of rational thought. All he knew was that he had to separate the adulterous couple and he charged forward without a moment’s hesitation.
Without preparation. Without a weapon.
Unlike the scenario Rick had pictured where he would first pummel the stranger into a pulp before dealing with his lying, cheating girlfriend, Rick instead saw a fist swing in his direction and lost his balance.
Rick felt warm iron on his face and tried to get up when flesh connected with flesh once again, sending him spiraling down the steps of consciousness.
Cold, merciless water thrown harshly at Rick’s face forcefully brought him back to reality. It took Rick a few seconds before he recognized the position he was in.
Bound and helpless.
The anger had left him when he went down under, so Rick could now properly assess the situation. The man with his girlfriend was much taller and bigger than he was physically. And given the lack of clothing he could tell that he works out regularly. A huge contrast to Rick’s sedentary lifestyle.
“Now watch. This is how it’s done.” Rick heard.
And watch was all Rick could do, as the stranger commanded his petite girlfriend with absolute authority. His girlfriend was in perfect sync with him, obeying his every order without missing a beat.
“Suck me.”
“Turn around.”
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Moan louder.”
“LOUDER!”
“Now that got your boyfriend interested. Go suck him while I fuck your ass.”
Rick didn’t even realise the erect tent that he had pitched while watching the proceedings before him. He briefly saw his girlfriend mouthing the words “I’m sorry” moments before events out of his control overtook him.
When they were done, the couple left, but not before emptying Rick’s wallet on the way out and leaving him in the same spot, immobilized.
Rick may have fantasized about his girlfriend being slutty enough one day to engage in a three-some, but not like this.
Not like this…
“You slut.” Hazel swore under her breath as she sipped ravenously at her cup.
She had woken up in her own bed with a throbbing pain between her temples, a thirst so overwhelming it felt like it could never be quenched and sore muscles everywhere.
Worse, her best friend’s boyfriend laid naked beside her. And she really wasn’t wearing much herself either.
Hazel wished she knew what happened.
She checked her body for marks, signs of struggle, any minute hope that she was forced into it some how, some way. As if getting raped was a better alternative to knowingly betraying her confidant.
All the facts point otherwise however.
The last thing Hazel could recall was getting home a little tipsy, deciding to pop one of those white little pills her friends guaranteed her was going to give her a hella good time. Well, if she did, she couldn’t remember the “good times” for nuts, so that didn’t go so well. Instead, what’s left is a mess she had no idea how to clean up.
“Oh hey, you’ve decided to cover those pretty things up huh?” Trent walked in on her nonchalantly and gave her a nice little smack on her bottom.
Hazel completely forgot she was still only in her underwear.
“God dammit Trent, what happened here?” Hazel asked, her arms sliding across her chest, conscious of her semi-naked state. It was after all, a sight she tried to keep exclusive from males’ gazes.
“What happened here is that you’re a real sight to behold and I’m getting real excited.” Trent whispered by Hazel’s ears, tracing his fingers down both sides of Hazel’s shapely waist.
“And if you want this to stay a secret between us…” Trent’s voice trailed as Hazel felt her satin panties slide off her hips.
“… You better make me a happy man this morning.”
“You slut!!!” Gwen squeaked in excitement as she sat across Emma in the cafe, turning a few heads in their direction.
“I know… I know, but you gotta admit that was hot as hell right.” Emma replied, taking a sip from her cappuccino. The white, frothy foam laced the top of her lips. Her simple act of licking them away with the tip of her tongue felt oddly sexually charged given the topic of discussion.
“What happened next? You have got to tell me everything.” Gwen purred, her own coffee barely touched.
“Well to be honest, I think we barely had any idea what was going to happen. But once things were in motion, they were kind of hard to stop.” Emma continued. “First came the complete silence as shock hit them. Vince mentioned that they just stared as I stripped completely and waded into the mini pool nonchalantly. As my body went out of sight into the water, their gaze redirected towards Vince, as if asking for permission. Vince said he winked, and just like that a spell seemed to be lifted as they started cheering and wolf whistling.”
“Oh my god! How did it feel? Being naked in front of your boyfriends’ friends?”
“I’ll admit there was a ton of hesitation, but once I did it, it was arousing as fuck. You could tell that they wanted me, wanted my body but were holding themselves back because Vince was there.”
“Did you sleep with all of them?”
“Well, initially no. That wasn’t part of the plan you see. The plan was only to have everyone skinny dipping together. Kind of a see-no-touch thing.” Emma narrated, her blood pumping as she recalled the events of that day. Emma could see that Gwen was likewise excited, a sparkle in her eyes as she listened patiently.
“Then Vince decided, completely spontaneously, to start touching me in the water. To touch me in places that I liked. To touch me while everyone was watching.”
“Oh shit…”
“Yeah damned. It was such a huge turn-on for me I couldn’t resist so I touched him back. So basically we were just out in the pool jerking each other off while everyone else watched.”
“And then? And then?”
“Then some fucker decided to join in. And asked ‘May I?’ AFTER he was already kneading my boobs.”
“No way…”
“Yeah well, neither Vince nor me went ahead and stopped him. So apparently that was the signal for everyone else too and well, let’s just say that I was pretty much manhandled afterwards.”
“Aww man you lead the most exciting life Emma!”
“You could too Gwen, you could too. If you wanted. But here’s the best part. After everyone was done with me, whenever Vince absences himself for whatever reason, a smoke, a shower, throwing the thrash, etc. His motherfucker friends would take advantage of me. It’s like one guy would jio him for a smoke outside and the next moment one of his other friends has his hand tugging on my panties.”
Slowing to a whisper, Emma uttered as softly as possible, “And Vince has no idea! I don’t even know whether to tell him yet. I guess it really depends on what happens the next time I see his friends again.”
“Urgh! I’m pretty sure I’m drenched below if I checked. But really Emma, what I am most curious is, why would Vince agree to something like that?” Gwen asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Oh that’s simple enough. It was my condition in order for me to agree to a threesome.” Emma replied calmly.
“A WHAT!?” Gwen yelped in surprise, causing a few heads to turn once again. “You agreed to that! With who?”
“Funny you should ask Gwen. With you of course! Well, he wanted to fuck me and my friend. So I wanted to fuck his friends too. Seems only fair?” Emma teased. Her lips twisting into a sly grin, her eyes perfectly serious…
…
“After all, you did mention that you wanted an exciting life right…?”
“You slut~” I purred as Zoe stepped into the hotel room, the heavy door slowly closing behind her.
Zoe was in a gorgeous black dress, with a V-cut up front deep enough for men to stare without realising and a slit at the side high enough for a glimpse of heaven. On black stilettos, she was a sight to behold.
“And how am I a slut?” Zoe replied quizzically. The amusement not lost on her face as she approached.
“Well, lady. I’ve just met you less than 30 minutes ago, and now you’re in my hotel room ready for me. If that’s not a slut, I don’t know what is…” I narrated as I embraced her, hands politely resting at her waist, slowly exploring southwards. “Besides, I’m sure you loved the male attention at the bar that you were getting.”
“Mm-hmm it was nice indeed, stranger” Zoe muttered, as I lifted one side of her dress off her shoulder.
Our lips met as I took in deep breaths of her. It heightened my arousal as I heard soft moans escape her lips. Focused, I soon peeled her slick outfit off her, leaving Zoe in her black lace panties, matching black heels and likewise black nipple patches.
“Braless slut eh?”
“The dress wouldn’t allow it.” came the quick reply.
“Alright, keep the panties on, I wanna show the world the true slut you are.”
Nudging Zoe towards the window, I peeled the blinds open, show her off with nothing except her lacy, black panties. She winced a little at the cold when her nipples are hard-pressed onto the glass, giving anyone watching our way a nice view.
“Oh my god, I feel so slutty!” Zoe moaned as I explored her cave with curious fingers while her undies restrained her at her knees, forcing her knees together while her feet remained apart, a considerably off-balanced position. Littering kisses on the back of her neck, Zoe was getting louder and ostensibly wetter at the stimulation.
“There’s someone looking straight at us over there now!” I whispered in Zoe’s ears.
That really did the trick as Zoe started yelling hoarsely, experiencing her first mini-peak of the night.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now.” Zoe asked urgently.
“Louder, ask me louder. Tell me how much you want that guy to see you getting fucked!!!” I shouted back.
“JUST FUCK ME! FUCK ME FAST AND HARD NOWWW”
That kind of stimulation was too much for me too, as I couldn’t help myself but plunge in deep into Zoe, shoving into her repeatedly until I was done.
…
“You know, we should really do this more than once a year.” I uttered when we were both spent and resting on the bed.
“Well, it’s an anniversary-special for a reason darling. Besides, if you’ve recovered well enough, we could call for some room-service where I seduce the waiter and let you fuck my brains out again for that slutty behavior…”
“You SLUTTTTT!” Holt bellowed at the clip he was watching on his phone.
Here he was, enjoying his much sought after me-time at home, taking a breather and enjoying the peace and quiet, without the wife, without the kids. And now his life just turned upside down.
-Two minutes ago-
After much deliberation, Holt had finally chosen a movie on Netflix and pressed the play button. Settling into his sofa before his 50-Inch QLED screen, life had finally allowed him some space and time to relax.
And damned if he wasn’t looking forward to it.
For once his wife decided to ferry the kids to tuition (instead of him) and go for her own yoga or spin or whatever class she was going that required her to wear those fancy lululemon’s. Holt didn’t care. Holt only cared about the oh-so-precious little space and time that was truly his. Not his wife’s, not his kids’.
Before the opening credits could even finish, his phone buzzed and lit up on the coffee table.
A message from the wifey, his phone explained. Clicking into it, a blurry thumbnail of a barely-dressed woman with hair obscuring her face popped-up. It took a few seconds for the clip to load, but when it did finish loading, its contents were damning.
The woman in the picture, as it turned out, was Holt’s wife. Her hair was hanging in front of her face as she deepthroated whoever was filming the scene. Only when she released and came up for air did her distinct features show. It was helpful that she swiped away her hair instinctively, like most women do when hair was blocking vision.
“What the fuck? Are you videoing me? Stop that!” Holt heard his wife say to the man behind the camera.
Anger raced through Holt’s bloodstream and he shouted at the top of his voice at the medium that brought the message.
Despair followed as the world Holt knew began to crumble.
Somehow Holt managed to notice that despite the clearly unfaithful act, his wife still had her sports bra and tights on. Hope sprung in him that perhaps that was the extent of his wife’s infidelity.
The pictures that followed proved Holt wrong.
A picture with one bra-strap slid off came through, followed by another with 1 full boob showing, followed by the wife completely topless and more showing the gradual undressing until she was naked and at whoever-the-guy-was’s mercy.
Next came a video of the wifey fingering herself and asking to be fucked.
Then more pictures of wifey worshipping the prick before her. Video of the wife moaning as she was being fucked, her boobs bouncing at the impact of each thrust.
Holt was furious, hard and unable to stop himself from opening up each video. For all he knew, his wife would never have allowed herself to be caught on screen in any state of undress. And yet here his wife was posing for these shots (albeit she probably didn’t know they were going to be sent to him) and willingly letting himself be filmed in these sexual acts.
They were incredibly arousing and so fundamentally wrong.
“Here’s what your slutty wife deserves” captioned the photo where the wifey was on her knees, her face partially covered in white slime.
“Oh and I explored new territory today. You can ask her all about it” came up the follow-up text.
…
Holt sat on his sofa flabbergasted when the messages finally stopped coming in. Instead, each message and video were beginning to get deleted one by one from the chat to Holt’s horror.
Should he confront his wife…? Or fuck her brains out for it…? Holt doesn’t know. What he does know is that a hard, erect tent was pitched in his pants the whole time…