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.

He beamed, happy with the promise, and ran off toward his room. I felt a pang of guilt. I am a terrible mother. Choosing a penis over my child, I thought. I turned back to Eric, who was sitting up, looking like a frustrated god. "One round. Just one round, okay?" I pointed a finger at him. "Yes, ma'am," he said, a wicked smirk returning to his face as he discarded his shirt entirely. "Now come here and let me give you what you've been craving." I didn't need to be told twice. I let my robe hit the floor, baring myself to him, knowing full well that "one round" was a lie we both told ourselves.

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.

and held me down, Lord stood up and ordered them to lay me on his study table, they did and he pulled down my pants and pulled out a knife. You can imagine the horror I was in, I couldn't fight all those men off, as strong and huge as I am, it was 10 against 1, I had no chance, I pleaded Lord to not do anything to me, I cried, I think that was the last time I ever cried in my life. lord simply laughed and cut off the most important part of my body right there in front of me, I screamed and yelled but the deed was done, I had no Dick. While laying on that table, I wasn't crying because I would never enjoy sex again, I cried because I didn't know what to tell my beautiful wife. What was the u

he disclosed. “You liar!” Vanessa forced the words out of her lips. “Where do I start from? Hum! How about six years ago when the accident happened between Eric and me?” Eric started the story. “We were both rushed to the hospital, I was conscious, but Eric was dead. When they told me, I did not feel remorse. But what I felt remorse for was that I was still alive and with numerous enemies after my life. So I made a deal with the doctor for a plastic surgery to look like Eric and someone else to look like me. And that was when the doctor thought of using the old man who had drowned with us”

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.

before slamming back in, and I'd come so hard my vision had whited out. Eric was forty-nine, built like he still played college ball even though those days were twenty-five years gone. Owned a chain of gyms across the city. He was the fun one—always grinning, always cracking jokes, always making me laugh even when I was on my knees with his cock down my throat. But his degradation hit different because it came wrapped in genuine affection. He'd stroke my hair and call me a "perfect little cumslut" in the same breath. Tell me I was "such a good girl for taking it so well" right after making me gag until tears streamed down my face.

"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.

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.

I threw my head back defiantly. “Who said I am a virgins?” Agnes demanded, hoping to sway him. Everyone knew the story of how his great-grandfather had fallen, the rare STD that had claimed his immortality, and set the course of Ernest’s paranoia for the rest of his slimy life. It was what had created Ernest’s obsession with “pure” females, ensuring that his harem consisted only of those untouched. Of course he wasn’t going to let me and Dahlia go, but if I could convince him that maybe we weren’t worth saving…