Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

He positioned the wide head of his cock at my entrance and drove home with a single, brutal thrust. I let out a broken, high pitched sob. He was opening me up, claiming parts of me that had stayed dormant for years. He began to hammer into me from behind, his pace erratic and violent.My pussy cream was coated on his cock, the friction of our bodies creating a slick, messy sound that echoed through the kitchen. He leaned over my back, his chest crushing mine against the stone, his sweat dripping onto my spine. "Look at yourself," he whispered, forcing my face toward the reflection in the dark oven glass. "See how much you needed this."

he said. "It's called a cock, son. A big, and I am guessing, still really hard cock. Big..." I smiled, standing up. "...stiff..." I continued stalking slowly around the table towards him, "...cock," I finished, arriving next to him. He stared up at me, speechless. Standing above him in a position of authority, I looked down past my naked breasts at his face, changed the subject and started asking a few rhetorical questions. "So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?"

“You turned me into a pervert. I never imagined I'd one day be riding three cocks and begging to be fucked hard!” “It was you, my love, who turned us into three well-trained puppies. Every day, you make us happier. Your pleasure is our pleasure, my love. We're going to show you the world and lay it at your feet!” “The three of you at my feet is already enough!” Enrico wrapped his hand around her throat. She loved erotic choking. It always made her orgasms stronger. Like a volcano, we came, amid moans and roars of pleasure. We pulled out of her, kissed her, and, just as we were about to get dressed, we heard a crash.

Cat nodded in agreement. “I would not tell you this, not sure if this makes me a sick bastard or not. It’s a real turn on that you are carrying my baby.... babies inside you. Boy, that’s going to take some getting used to. I’m not sure I felt this way at 22, but now as I get older, it’s different. To know that I have created life inside you, it’s a real aphrodisiac, I get hard just thinking about it.” Laughing, Eric admitted. “It’s happened at some very inappropriate times today.”

At that time, some middle-aged politicians with white hair, had well-formed and defined bellies for their age, but even so, they were sexually impotent or erectile dysfunction, everything there could be solved with some help from some succubae and incubi, the magic that was directed to these men, who by scientific means would end up having heart attacks in the middle of the sex session. Even if he forgot the fright he had taken; the fright of giving it to him. Already calmer, with a lot of petroleum jelly, he penetrated my butt. I felt an immense joy in giving him that pleasure, because he well deserved it, because of the great friend he had been for about a year. But that was exactly the po

“So, I visited this cafe in Minnesota where she worked as a waitress and there was where I saw her. To be frank, I saw a spark of ambition in her eyes that I once saw in myself. All that stopped her was her family.” “He kept coming to that cafe like a lovesick puppy and made small talks,” I joined in. His brows rose in my direction. Storytelling was my speciality. “I thought he was a freak. A predator. You know how people are.” “Yeah, but she gave into my persuasion, anyway. Things between us were very clean, to my liking.” Some widened their eyes in shock and some in confusion. "No way," the blonde from before commented. "Can you imagine? Eros Castellanos turning into a saint for a woman?"

"Are you saying… she drugged you?" Eric held her gaze, his expression unreadable. "That’s what I thought," he admitted. "But I took a test before coming home… and nothing showed up in my system." He sighed, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know I messed up, and I’m sorry. But one thing I do know—Diana can’t have kids." Nora’s head snapped up. "What?" He nodded. "She told me that years ago." His fingers tightened around the crumpled test results. "So I have no idea how this—" he waved the paper in front of her, his jaw tense—"happened, but I’m going to find out."

Eric held her head in place and lifted up a leg placing on the edge of the desk in front of the one Selene and Josh were seating on and sank his full length into her throat. Selene gagged loudly, her throat visibly full, tears rolling down her eyes. Josh watched with with eyes, chest flaring, his nipples tightening at the treatment. In a million years he would have never thought to treat a wokan this way even if it was his fantasy… still! He was merciless, going for what he wanted wothout a single load. Eric stayed in place, slapping her cheek before pulling out his massive member. She fell forward weakly, her from pressed against the hardwood of a desk.

He wailed, a continuous, broken sound as his prostate was hammered over and over. “You’re gonna cum,” I told him, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “You’re gonna cream your stomach without even touching your dick, you desperate slut.” The words tipped him over. His back arched violently off the couch, his ass clamping down on my cock in rhythmic, milking pulses. Strands of white shot from his dick, splattering across his shirt, his throat, his chin. He convulsed, his hole spasming around me, the wet, hot clenches pushing me to the edge.