Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

He did not even know what question he wanted to ask, but he only knew that his ego was too huge to accommodate failure, even in bed. Frema felt her legs begin to shake when he inserted two fingers at once and began to pump them in and out of her. She went slower on his cock, pulling the monster out of her lips only to wrap same lips around the tip which was leaking with so much precum. Eron knew she was holding back so he dipped his tongue even deeper and bent his fingers in her, causing her to pull her mouth off his cock, temporarily distracted. When she placed her mouth back on his cock again, she was merciless, taking the huge impaler into her mouth fully and gagging on it dutifully.

With a chill in her voice, Sara asked, "You mean to say that I forced him to say these words?" When Eric did not respond to Sara's question, she raised her voice and continued: "Not much more needs to be said! Mr. Joe, please remove Eric from the Happy Hill Pub immediately!" After being pushed to the limit, Eric eventually took a stand and declared in a loud voice, "I don't have a venereal disease; I just have a mild case of 'haemorrhoids' disease!

Then I put the highlighter down and read it again. My body was to remain exclusive to this arrangement. No outside sexual contact, no exceptions. One exception though. Scheduled appearances at… and here was where my eyes stopped moving for a second — the Cum Cellar. Supervised by him. Consensual third-party contact at his discretion. I sat with that for a long time. The thing I kept waiting to feel was outrage. Disgust. Some version of “who does this man thinks he is” that would give me the clean exit I probably should have taken in his office yesterday when he slid the contract across the desk.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

The most humiliating part of it was that he ditched her that night for that low life. What kind of style was she giving to him to make him all over her like that? Javier told her that Cassandra and Eros have not slept together, but she knew it was a big, fat lie. Eros has nothing to do with women who were not satisfying him sexually and these days, he had not called her up for sex, neither has he met another woman, so there was no way he wasn't fucking that whore.

' Robyn asked, shivering a bit. 'Looks like it.' Was my clipped answer. 'Damn! I absolutely love a macho man with a sense of violence!' She huffed, rolling a bit before sitting back on her hind legs. 'It is... it is too much.' 'Same way all the shit they've been doing so far was too much. Castration helps them both, and stops the idea of ever molesting anyone ever again. Just the perfect punishment.' Robyn answered. 'I...' 'Just chill! You know I am right, and you know that I know you.' Robyn shushed me off, but I wasn't having it.

I stayed angry. That night, I touched myself again. I squeezed my breasts hard and fingered my wet pussy while crying. I was so frustrated and horny. The next day, I went to see him again. But he was so busy with city affairs and important meetings that he didn’t have time for me. I went back to my room and cried again. I played with my breasts and fingered myself angrily, imagining it was his big cock, but it only made me feel worse. Then, in the middle of the night, the door to my room opened quietly. I sat up in my bed, shocked. Eric walked in completely naked, his strong body glowing in the moonlight and his cock was already half-hard.

"Great... another change of plans. Why didn't I become a florist?" After hanging up, Eros walked to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey unhurriedly. He took a long drink, and in his mind, like a slap, Lucy's words came back: "He... abused me multiple times. He's impotent. And since he can't... perform... with me... he used things..." His hand tightened around the glass. "You're a goddamn dog like our father, Ezra... scum that needs to be eliminated," he growled.

Even dough he's a douchebag, he's still my brother and the one that came out with this idea. " If you don't mind my vulgarity, I had my first ejaculation yesterday after 15 minutes of sustaining an erection, I Climax. " I said. The silence in the room as deadly but it a calm before a Storm. My father is the first person to acquire about the reason of this spontaneous progress in my sex life. " Declan how? What triggered it? Is this the end of your erectile dysfunction?" He asked. " I felt attracted by one of my employee, after many unsuccessful attempt in dating her, Jonathan advice me to use my attorney. Friday we met and she gave me my first orgasm." I sommarise.

Joshua went over the edge at least three times before his dick finally went soft. However, that didn't measure up to Cynthia; he lost count of the numbers of times she went over the edge after her fifth orgasm. After their 6th round, they sat on the couch sharing a bottle of wine and basking in the afterglow of their orgasm, appearing as though they might have been a joyful couple. Suddenly, Cynthia broke the silence. "If you had been fucking me this way while we were dating, I would have quit stripping. I wouldn't have allowed any other man to touch me." She said, staring into her wine glass with a faraway look on her face.