Castration Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

He didn't say anything instead he took one of my nipples in his mouth and cupped the other breast and I moaned then he went on to kiss the little baby bump on my stomach which was now slightly visible. "I can't wait for you to have our children" he smiled and gave my stomach one last kiss. He kissed my lips and held the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before he carried me on his arms and placed me in the bathtub. He joined me in the bathtub and made me sit on his torso and I held on to the side of the bathtub. Yeah, cowgirl position in the bathtub. He penetrated my wet vagina which was wet from my juices and the water. I moaned, we both moane

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

he rasped, speeding up his stroke, becoming more forceful. "Yes… oh God, Cassian, yes," I sobbed out, gripping his arms as tightly as I could, my fingernails leaving marks on his skin. I threw my head back, breathing heavily. I gave a loud moan, unable to hold myself anymore. I felt Cassian's thick cock sliding in and out, each stroke hitting me in the right spot. Then he slid his finger between us, finding my clitoris, rubbing it gently with a powerful stroke. The tension was building within me until finally I exploded, my juices flooding over Cassian's dick as I screamed his name. Cassian let out a loud growl, pushing all the way inside me one more time before groaning out my name, letting

Nagur begged hoarse, tears streaking his face, hole spasming greedy around the pistoning invasion, prostate battered to jelly. ‎ "Not yet, slut," Cassian snarled, pinching the other nipple raw, hips snapping vicious, sinful sounds filling the office as he thrust deeper, balls smacking ass. Sweat poured off them, Nagur's moans shattering into sobs, cock leaking rivers but no orgasm granted. Finally, Cassian roared, burying to the hilt and unloading, thick ropes of hot cum flooding Nagur's guts, painting his insides, overflowing to drip down the thighs. He yanked out with a filthy pop, Nagur's wrecked hole gaping red and pulsing, cum bubbling out in creamy rivulets.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

“More than I asked for. I wanted to be used until I couldn’t think. Until nothing else existed. You did that.” Someone else spoke from behind me—rougher voice, Eastern European accent. “You cried a lot at the end. Looked like you were drowning. We almost stopped.” “I wasn’t drowning,” I rasped. “I was… feeling everything. Too much. All at once. It was terrifying. And perfect.” I laughed once—short, broken. “I hate that it was perfect.” Quiet laughter answered from several directions. The bearded man helped me sit back on my heels. “You took every cock in this room twice. Some of us three times. You squirted more than any girl we’ve had. You begged for it even when you were sobbing. That’s no

The other man fed fingers into her pussy, three, then four, fisting shallowly, his knuckles grazing her g-spot with twisting pumps that made obscene squelches. Lara came again almost immediately, her hole spasming wildly, pushing out stored cum in messy, wet farts that embarrassed and aroused her further. The leaks splattered the wood, dripping down. Hot wax came next with the domme tilting a candle over Lara's back, drips falling in searing lines that hardened instantly on her skin. Each drop made her yelp into the thrusts, her body arching. Then double penetration again, both men filling her—pussy and ass crammed full, bodies slamming her against the cross in unison. The wand pressed harde

I moaned loudly, my head falling back as he worked me open again, preparing me for more. “So eager,” he praised me, leaning in between my breasts. “Your tight little hole is sucking my fingers like it wants to be stuffed full again. Tell me, sweet girl — do you want your pastor to bend you over the altar next time? Or should I keep you right here on this desk, filling you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow?” The wicked image made my pussy clench hard around his fingers. “Here,” I gasped. “Please… use me here. Make me your secret release every time we prepare for bible study.”

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.