Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

I had never felt so confident as I did with Eros right now. After four mind shattering orgasm I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to feel him. Eros was still fully dressed, so I repeated his words. “I need to see you. Strip.” Eros laughed and he slowly took off his clothes, revealing his chiseled six pack and broad shoulders. He had a big scar on his stomach and I ran my fingers over it. He stood almost naked in front of me, only wearing his boxers. “You’re the first person to see it besides the doctors.” Eros said.

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.

"All red and crying. Just like the whore you are." He stood up and started to undress. He took off his shirt first, showing the serpent tattoos that climbed up his arms and across his chest. Then he removed his pants. His cock was already hard, thick and long, standing straight out. It looked different from the brothers’. Meaner somehow. I shook my head fast. "No… please… not yet." Kane smiled. "You do not get to say no anymore." He climbed onto the bed between my spread legs. The cuffs kept me wide open for him. He looked down at my red, swollen pussy and ran two fingers along my slit.

Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo

As Eric continued to stifle her moan slamming and ramming his enormous cock into her without mercy until it hit the G-spot with such force, she found herself crying in her position. With an uncontrollable outburst, she poured her milk all over his cock while rolling her eyes up. After a while, Eric lost it due to her excessive slipperiness, groaning and pulling her back until her back ached against his chest. He brutally increased his pace and pounded her so hard that he groomed her and pushed her head against his shoulders while taking all of her breasts and squeezing them extremely hard.

But I reeled it right back in with the next question I popped off, "And how long have been writing stories about... incest?" He closed his eyes, and I watched his neck bulge as he swallowed several more times. When he finally answered, he spoke quietly, "Six years." Oh. So he started writing incest p**n from the get go. I absently wondered if his first erotica story had been on that subject. I'd be lying if I said this conversation wasn't erotic as hell to me. Feeling inspired, I asked, "What made you start?"

Her mouth was fitted with a large O-ring gag that kept her lips stretched wide open, ready to be used. Seven elite men stood in a circle around the table — Dr. Crowe’s most trusted colleagues: senior fertility specialists, powerful clients, and two surgeons who had paid enormous sums for private access to his special “projects.” Nurse Harper stood obediently among them, already collared and fully naked. Dr. Elias Crowe stepped between Sophie’s helplessly spread thighs, his thick, veined cock rock-hard and throbbing. He rubbed the fat, leaking head up and down her soaked slit, teasing her swollen clit before slamming balls-deep into her pussy with one savage thrust.

And here I was, cuffed to a desk, before Cerci Lucanto. “Let me go!” I retorted, knowing the look in his eyes. I’d worked for the Bratva for long, I knew men like Cerci were one in a million—but they had the obsession to break and put back women into what fitted their sick, twisted desire. And me? I’d love to be used by him. “Open that rude mouth of yours, or I’ll do it myself,” Cerci ordered. I knew what was coming. He palmed his cock through his jumpsuit, the huge fucking bulge visible to my eyes.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.