Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

That was when I realized I could no longer have an erection. My penis was like a wilted plant that could never come to life again. When Eva saw it, she turned around and left without a word. I let out a bitter chuckle. Karma came sooner than I'd thought. Desire was a double-edged sword. I finally understood now. Unfortunately, I could never feel the joy of being a man again. Fortunately, I would never be trapped by satyriasis again either.

"My Lord, you've wronged me. I never did such things." My father raised one hand. His guards dragged someone through the open doors and forced him to his knees on the floor in front of everyone. It was a painter. The guards forced him to the ground and barked, "Tell everyone here exactly what you told us. Every word!" The man trembled all over and immediately cried out, "Okay... Okay! It was the duchess who gave me a hundred silver coins and ordered me to draw an obscene painting. She also gave me the young lady's portrait and told me to copy it. She even sketched a rose and told me to use it as the birthmark on the waist..."

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?"

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

She was a deeply sexual woman…a self-proclaimed cock-hungry slut who had no shame about her appetite. Over the years, both she and Derek had cheated repeatedly, but even Derek’s affairs were drying up. At fifty-two, he drank too much, had grown soft and overweight, and his once-proud “Italian Stallion” days were long gone. His erections were rare and weak. Cassie had grown bored with the string of middle-aged, pot-bellied married men she’d been sleeping with. Most of them were selfish, clumsy lovers who left her frustrated and empty.

This feeling is unfamiliar, but I understand that any misstep could lead to serious consequences. Erica is not quite open-minded when it comes to casual sex. This woman still believes in the old-fashioned one-partner for a lifetime nonsense. Despite the undeniable attraction between us, she won’t give herself easily. I need to present my intentions more appealingly to encourage her to abandon this long-overdue myth about fated mates. 'A lot of work lies ahead, but I’m certain the reward will be unmatched," my wolf reminded me eagerly, licking his lips at the prospect of owning her. 'Just watch and see what I can do with her little sexy ass of hers.’

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.