Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

Every time, I was about to find my release, he stopped till my juices coated his hand and my body shook with denied need. Gerald made me stand again then dropped to his knees. He lapped up my juices from my entrance to clit, humming as he tasted me. I held his head, moving my hips as I tried to chase my release then he pulled away, standing with a smirk, his lips shiny with my arousal. "No!" I whimpered, panting as I tried to hold him back. "Be good, Mimi," he murmured, adjusting his twitching bulge. "Hold that ache. I'm leaving for a business meeting. Save this pussy for me." He slipped out quietly, the door clicking shut behind him.

My ears rang with the sound of my own moans fading into soft whimpers. Marcus finally pulled back his face shiny with my juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up towering over me. His eyes were dark with raw hunger. He unzipped his pants fully this time and his cock sprang out. Nine inches of thick veined perfection the fat head already leaking clear precum. It looked heavy and powerful curving slightly upward. The sight made my freshly orgasmed pussy clench with fresh need. “You want this?” he asked stroking the thick shaft slowly from base to tip spreading the precum over the swollen head. “Your husband’s father’s cock stretching that tight widow cunt? Say it Elena

“I lied, Gage. I had no reason to tell Lev Volkov that I had no idea who killed our father.” “You also lied when you told the heads that there had been no message. I’m tired of waiting for you to talk about it.” “You weren’t even in the room, Gage,” Eris said. “He was castrated,” Dominic finally admitted. “And you didn’t fucking tell us?” Eris yelled. “I didn’t think it was relevant then and I don’t think it’s relevant now.” “How is that not relevant? Cutting off his balls sends a clear fucking message that Constanza could’ve done this!”

Searching. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped, forehead pressed to mine. “Say the word and I swear, Nita, I’ll walk out that door.” How I wish he could moan my real name. And for a split second, I wanted to cry. But I didn’t. Instead, I whispered the only thing I was certain of. “I don’t want you to stop.” He didn’t. And for the first time in three years, neither did I. Our lips collide again, but this time in slow motion taking time to enjoy every minute that passes by. His hands move towards my breasts but instead of grabbing them, he uses the tip of his finger to tease my nipples sending strings of want down my legs.

My legs got weaker as he kept increasing the levels. "Please stop it," I begged him, tears threatening to fall from my eyelids. "Who does your body belong to, Cirila?" he questioned once again, bending down to where I had curled up beside the table. "My body belongs to you, Mr. CEO," I shivered, tears falling as I begged him to turn off the vibrator. He decreased the level and I felt more comfortable. I grabbed my bag as I walked toward the door. "And where do you think you are going?"

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

Eric whispered with labored breath. He started moving up and down, slowly at first, with their moans still under control, until Zia asked Eric to speed up, making him do it brutally. “Say my name, darling...” Eric said in the midst of their passionate activity. “Eric... ah... faster, darling...” Zia obeyed Eric's request. “A little more...” Eric sped up again until finally his semen sprayed into Zia's womb, and he collapsed on top of Sadira's body.

"You remember when I texted you? Yeah, that was just before he pulled up. I told him to come over as soon as you left for work, but he said he was busy. Neil had your girl squirming in bed, yearning for that big delicious cock of his. So when he finally pulled up and dropped in, I in return dropped to my knees as he stepped into our hallway. I sucked him good right there. Got him nice and hard. I think he wanted to nut in my mouth right there, but your girl was in a desperate need of getting stuffed. So I dragged him into the kitchen table, where Neil shoved me over the kitchen table, parted my legs with his knees and slammed that fat cock inside of me. He had no patience, having gone a few

Eder didn't understand what Cafelle was talking anymore, getting all nervous. He was trembling from fear of getting caught doing indecent things, when Cafelle expertly unbuckled his pants and made him bent on the table, Eder ended up unable to protest. Showing his innocent ass was a first for him, the shame was beyond words, he can only bite his lips with a question in mind. “Will I pop my cherry now?” He shivered when something warm and soft touched his already wet area and one finger peck him in, Eder ended getting wetter due to Cafelle's abundant saliva from the absence of lube.

Ederic begged with a pained whimper, as if he were being torn apart both inside and out. Aaron widened his stance for increased access, allowing Ederic's heightened sensitivity to intensify as he relentlessly targeted his prostate. Eventually, Ederic reached climax, releasing onto the sheets while Aaron remained deeply embedded. Withdrawing himself and placing Ederic onto the bed, Aaron's gaze turned darker upon witnessing the lewd posture of the younger before him. Ederic hissed in pain. He couldn't comprehend when his feelings for Ederic had transformed beyond brotherly affection, but despite the harm and wreckage, he found himself wanting Ederic to stay by his side.