Castration Porn Story Novels & Stories

He didn’t stop me, he ripped my crop top down, freeing my breasts, his large hands cupping them possessively as his thumbs circled my hardened nipples until I whimpered. “Such a tempting little whore,” he snarled, the holy words turning into something filthy on his tongue. It sent a fresh gush of wetness between my thighs. He pinched one nipple hard, making me cry out, then dropped to his knees in the tight space, yanking my panties aside. Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on me—hot, insistent tongue lapping at my dripping folds, sucking my swollen clit with shocking skill for a man sworn to celibacy.

he growled, his eyes glistening with lust and contempt, “Now get on your knees.” I slid off the chair and knelt on the carpet that was in front of him. He unzipped his pants slowly, pulling out the thickest cock I’d ever seen. It was long, heavy and veiny, with a swollen purple head already leaking with precum; those kinds of heavy mighty cock I always see in Brazilian porns. I felt so embarrassed because my mouth watered even though I was terrified. “Open.” I parted my lips and he tapped the fat head against my tongue.

With shaking legs, I whispered under my breath, voice breaking: “Mama… I’m so sorry if I don’t make it. Your whore daughter just wanted to take care of you and her brother…” I crawled back onto the bed, turned onto my back, and slowly spread my legs wide open for all four men. My hands were trembling as I reached down and spread my puffy pussy lips myself, exposing my stretched, glistening hole. “Do it,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “I want to know my real limit.” The four men looked at each other, then at Epstein, who nodded with a sick grin. Jamal went first, sliding back into my womb. Rico forced himself in beside him. My pussy stretched painfully around two massive cocks again. The

Jake made me lie on my back with my legs up and pushed two fingers into my pussy, fucking their mixed loads back inside me. “Keep it in there,” he ordered. “We want it to take.” I was shaking. My body was exhausted. But I was also more turned on than I had ever been in my life. They stayed for hours after that. They made me clean their cocks with my mouth. They fucked my ass again while my pussy leaked cum. They took turns pissing on my tits and in my mouth while I knelt in the shower. They recorded videos of me begging them to breed me.

After he cleaned me, he pulled me up. I was like a withered vegetable drifted by him. He encircled his hands on my waist. My hand automatically clung to his waist and my head fell on his neck. He was panting too and felt so warm. He stroked my back and brushed my hair. Weakishly leaned on him. We stayed like that for a minute. I rose out off his embrace when I remembered something. "Fuck! We didn't used condom!" //////♡////// Thank you for reading/supporting my story! Lovelots♡ stay tuned! xoxo♡

"Please let me cum, Mistress." Taking pity on the poor slave, Shasta shoved a couple fingers up her cunt, ordering her to cum. The orgasm was captured on camera, Reneé jerking helplessly on her fingers, thrusting her hips agains Shasta's hand. When her tremors ceased, Shasta fed Reneé her fingers, having her lick them clean, also captured on video. I don't know how well our products would sell, but we'd have a great porn site when we were done.

The bottom’s face was half-turned toward the camera, mouth open in a silent scream, tears streaking, côck leaking onto the concrete even as he whimpered “please…fück…too much.” My díck jerked hard in my jeans. “There you are,” I breathed. I hit play. Volume was low, but the wet slap of skin, the choked sobs, the dom’s low growls “Take it, slíut, you begged for this” filled the space between my ears. I palmed myself through the denim, then gave up and yanked the zipper down. No underwear tonight. Côck sprang free. It was thick, already leaking at the tip. I spat into my palm, wrapped my fist around the shaft, and started stroking in time with the video.

Damien watches in growing horror as Celia appears on screen, clearly recognizable, clearly willing. But it's not just her infidelity that destroys him. In the videos, Celia performs acrobatic positions with these men - bending, twisting, supporting her full weight on her legs. Nothing like someone with leg problems! Nothing like the injured, fragile girl who claimed she could barely walk. "No," he whispers. "This can't be right." But video after video confirms the truth. Celia's legs work perfectly. They always have. The memory hits him like a physical blow.

Xavier tried to turn away when he noticed that her nipples were hard and poking through the cotton, and he could see the darker caramel ring surrounding them, contrasting against the white of the shirt. Dammit, he thought and looked back at the television. The saleswoman was moaning and panting as the guy fucked her from behind. The camera angles were typical porn because they were showing up close and personal of his in and out thrusts. Xavier thought about grabbing his pillow again but was too caught up in the movie to bother with it.

" 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