Castration Erotica Novels & Stories

She sat back down onto the chaise longue and reclined with her legs parted – one stretched horizontally along the furniture and the other bent at the knee, foot resting on the ground, her fingers found her clitoris, wet already, nestled beneath her trimmed thatch of pubic hair and gently she began its slow, circuitous masturbation. She sat forward, moving along the chaise lounge until she perched, buttocks resting on the narrow end furthest from the upraised backrest. Legs astride, she held her moist cleft open with the index and ring fingers of her left hand, whilst her middle finger dipped between the soft folds and probed the tight opening of hee vagina, dipping into its warm wetness to t

Constantino asked, sharp jaw clenched. “Yes,” Laila whispered. “Now,” Constantino said, walking to a mahogany dresser and opening the first drawer. He pulled out two identical G-spot vibrators and walked back toward Laila, inserting one between her dripping pussy lips. “Since you both love to disobey, you’ll stand here and watch each other come over and over … and over again until I think you’ve had enough.” After securing the vibrator inside of her, Constantino walked over to me and drew the head of the vibrator across my swollen clit and to my entrance. My pussy was so wet that the vibrator slid right into me and filled me up.

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

Faces were fucked hard, masks tilted slightly back as women gagged and moaned around thick cocks, drool slicking their chins as their hair was pulled, heads forced down. Rough hands squeezed asses, slapped thighs, twisted nipples until women cried out in both pain and unbearable pleasure. Breasts were sucked so harshly the sound was obscene, wet, greedy, animalistic. The scent of sex thickened, musk and heat rolling through the chamber like incense. The air vibrated with sound—smacks, moans, gags, the slick rhythm of bodies colliding—blending into music darker than any melody that could ever be played. They were no longer noblewomen, no longer wives of businessmen or heirs of empires. They w

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

" I ordered while stripping him off his shirt as he lay down obediently while observing my every move. Once I'm done, I bent down and paid homage to his nipples, sticking and grazing tightly while he could only groan helplessly. I laughed enjoying the torture I was administering to him. I moved down and strip him off his trouser leaving him only in his condom pant which hardly concealed his erect member, he was insanely hard and perfect for my plan a mischievous grin crossed my lips as I energetically straddled him making sure I was sitting on his dick before I started grinding against it repeatedly. He let out a roar when I rode on him, but when he was halfway to Cumming I stopped. His eyes

It felt like she needed to pee, but better. He fucked her faster. One hand reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in hard circles. The pressure snapped. She squirted hard, a clear fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the couch, dripping to the floor. Her body shook violently. “Damien fuck oh god.” He didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit fast, firm, and another orgasm crashed through her right after. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she screamed into the cushion.

The strips run the height of the wall, and are fastened down with brass tacks at the intersections. The faint pattern in gold that I saw dimly with my sunglasses on is actually a series of small circular paintings in the spaces between the leather strips. The miniature paintings are all done in the style of medieval art, but their subjects, I find as my eyes adjust, are depicting subjects from the Kama Sutra. They depict men with hugely exaggerated cocks penetrating the various openings of women in obvious sexual ecstasy. I wipe my self, and as I study these pictures, I become aroused again.

“This tight little cunt was made to sit on my cock like this.” “Harder,” I begged. “Suck them harder while I ride you.” He obeyed, drawing my nipple deep into his mouth and sucking with strong, steady pulls while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. I rode him faster, chasing the feeling, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the quiet studio. His hands never left my breasts. He squeezed, lifted, sucked, and teased until I was shaking again. “I’m going to cum,” I gasped. “Kai—I’m so close—”

Before I could protest the emptiness, he slammed three thick fingers into my weeping hole. Curling them brutally against my walls while his thumb ground down on my swollen clit. “Lila Desire, you filthy cam whore. Your tight hole is clenching for my cock now. I’ll brutalize it and flood your womb with cum until you black out squirting.” He fingered me harder, scissorsing wide to stretch me. Obscenities poured from his lips, filthier than his streams. “Imagine my cock choking your throat, cum dripping down your chin while I rail this greedy cunt.”