Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

he murmured, and in one swift motion, he grabbed her blouse and tore it open, the fabric ripping as it fell from her shoulders. With Natalia’s bare nipples now pointing at him, she neither moved nor flinched. She simply stood rooted, her eyes locked on his face, as her smirk grew. Eros bent his head as if to claim her pointing nipples, his lips brushing dangerously close to her skin. But then, he stopped short and lifted his gaze back to hers, his expression turning into ice. “I don’t want you yet. Get out, bitch.” The words hit like a slap as he stripped off his trousers and strode into the bathroom without a backward glance.

Surrendering my will, that's the price I have to pay. The cold cream would be rubbed onto my skin at least twice a day, and that always stirred up many strange emotions in me. He touched me while rubbing the cream. Although he tried to make it normal, it was still very special to me, full of calculation. Eric would start at my ankles, and often make me bite my lip out of pure pleasure. No one had ever massaged me, and I didn't know my ankles needed so much attention. When he touches me, he makes everything better, to the point where I don't care if it's bad. I lay completely motionless, doing my best not to show any sign that his act of caring made me intoxicated. Then he would wrap around m

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.

I notice the tip of his shorts are a little wet, precum coating the thin fabric and making my fingers itch to touch him again. I want to take him into my mouth so much, but the fear that I might be no good at it, as I’ve never done that before, stops me. “Well, I’ve actually had a huge crush on you since I met you last summer.” He looks away, his eyes lowering like he’s shy. “Oh my God, you’ve got to be kidding me right now!” I laugh, my hips rocking again against his as I get more excited with every moment. “I’m serious, I almost even told your mother about it at some point but I was so scared she’d say you’re too young for me.”

"Ezra..." Dorian tried to hold me but I slapped his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me. What I asked for is an explanation of what happened." "You were in heat yesterday and there was nothing else we could think of doing. Caius informed us that if we didn't find a way to relieve you of the pressure you were feeling, it could lead to death. We didn't want to lose you and finding another person to come do it wasn't a very good idea so we had to step in for it and also, your pheromones were pretty addictive last night. We fought so hard to not get overwhelmed. We just wanted to make sure you were okay." Caius took out his time to explain. I folded my fists and gritted my teeth even harder.

Nagur begged hoarse, tears streaking his face, hole spasming greedy around the pistoning invasion, prostate battered to jelly. ‎ "Not yet, slut," Cassian snarled, pinching the other nipple raw, hips snapping vicious, sinful sounds filling the office as he thrust deeper, balls smacking ass. Sweat poured off them, Nagur's moans shattering into sobs, cock leaking rivers but no orgasm granted. Finally, Cassian roared, burying to the hilt and unloading, thick ropes of hot cum flooding Nagur's guts, painting his insides, overflowing to drip down the thighs. He yanked out with a filthy pop, Nagur's wrecked hole gaping red and pulsing, cum bubbling out in creamy rivulets.

Roth noticing he had placed his hand on Tristan's Thigh for long quickly removed it, " There will be a new development from today henceforth, I will adding a new spice to the segment" "What will that be?" Tristan asked, feeling the coldness, the moment Roth took his hand off his Thigh, he never knew his booth was this cold, Roth's touch had quickened his senses, raised his temperature higher than usual, not to talk about the twitching he was feeling in his pant. "I will be reading some intense erotic stories for those of my listeners who had always dreamt about me bringing them to orgasms, I will help them experience it" Roth said, giving Tristan's his breathtaking smile, as he walked out of

I closed my lips over one of those beautiful nipples, as she rode, "Gonna fuck the cum out of you...out of your big dick! I want it...want it inside!" "You sure?" "I'm on the pill...flood me...wanna feel it...all hot inside...inside me! Give me a creampie!" I looked off to the right at Eric, watching us fuck and stroking on his big dick. His erection was amazing to watch. Almost purple in its swollen state, it was nothing shy of beautiful, emerging from his pubes and that lean, muscular body. He came over to kiss, both of us...when our lips came together, we went back and forth, the three of us, probing and sliding our tongues together.

He drinks down every orgasm as he tries to get another. I look down at him between my thighs, that hungry look still on his face. “I’m sorry, honey, but you know Jermelle is gay, happily married, with three freaking kids.” I don’t know why I’m trying to get through to him. I should just take my pussy-eating punishment and let it be, but I might die if I cum one more time. Is that possible? Probably not, or it would have happened already, seeing as I’ve been his for over ten years.

I responded calmly, running my hands through his bare but hairy chest, making my way down his torso but he stopped me, gripping my hands hard causing me to whimper. “No, this is not the same, we've been fucking. Something we call a hate fuck where I'm from, but now it feels like you are trying to create a connection with me.” A man with experience like him would know if he was being played. “And who says I'm in love with you?, I want no connection to a murderer” I threw back, I was desperate and i had nothing left to lose, going back to an empty house these past weeks had been rough and I kept reliving the image of my father's lifeless body in the living room, so if I had to sell out myself