The Trade [MF][Dom/Reluctant Sub] Part 13

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**P.S**. the bold and italicized text is someone, usually almost exclusively, Kate’s thoughts, but can also be external actions. Let me know if the story is readable or if more spacing or formatting would help.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nkj82a/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nkzeun/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nlko16/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nm128h/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_4/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nn2k92/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_5/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/noxuco/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_6/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nr59iy/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_7/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nsp8vw/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_8/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nxay2i/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_9/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o4f0jp/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_10/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o674dc/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_11/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o9pfyx/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_12/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Here is the background. This is a fictional story.

**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*

**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover.*

**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*

**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*

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*Exposed?*

“H..hell..o?” Kate spoke with a shaky voice that was breaking up as she was catching her breath.

“I mean, hello?” She continued, taking a deep breath to get that out clearly.

Embrace of the Goddess Part 12 [FF] [BDSM] [Fantasy] [Corruption] [Monster] [Dark]

**Chapter 12: The Ritual**

**Iriel**

Maloth was ready.

The paladins have all been subdued. Rella was assigned to deal with them as she pleased. The Abbey rang with moans of pleasure and shrieks of pain. Or was it shrieks of pleasure and moans of pain? It didn’t matter. The Abbey was theirs. They’d won.

Maloth had won.

A dark cloud hung over the Abbey and the mountain it was nestled into. No one had been able to visit in months, but now nearby villagers began to talk. One low and thick cloud, purple and filled with black lightning, hung over the Abbey. Just the Abbey. It didn’t move. It didn’t burst. It hovered and waited.

Maloth was ready.

The Staff of the Eclipse went with Iriel everywhere. Her goddess wouldn’t let her put it down. She wouldn’t let her sleep for fear that her eyes would fall away from it. She wouldn’t let anyone else touch it. Not Prim or Rella or Melior. No one. They needed it for the ritual.

Maloth was ready.

[By request] Tutoring the Crush (MFF, dom/sub, reluctant, oral, humil)

“Hey Sarah could I ask you something?” Mike was calling down the hallway.

Sarah turned around to see Mike waving for her to come over. She gave him a bit of a confused look and started his way.

“What could he possibly want with me?” Sarah wondered, a bit apprehensively. She was usually one to hide in the far corner of class and keep to herself quietly. She never really talked or socialized with the other students, so she couldn’t imagine what Mike wanted to ask her.

“Yes?” Sarah asked as she came up to Mike.

“Hey Sarah, great, just the person I needed to talk to.” He started, “Hey do you get this stuff? You know the stuff from class?”

“You mean Biomes?” Sarah asked with a bit of confusion in her voice. It had been the topic from the last lecture.

“Ya those! You’re so smart,” Mike exclaimed. “Hey, do you have time to help me tonight? We got that exam coming up, and I really need a study partner.”

Confessions of a West Palm Slut – The Rising (Chapter 20)

Not surprisingly my schedule at work immediately changed to Thursday’s, Friday’s, and Sunday’s – the three days of the week Trent worked. Each of the days I was scheduled to close for reasons which remained unspoken. At the end of my shift I would wipe down the bar, clean, close and lock the register, and do a final walk through, always ending at the men’s room. Most nights Trent was already in there and if he wasn’t, I would sit in there and wait for him.

The routine was the same each night for over a month. He would lean back against the bathroom sink. I would kneel down, take off his shorts, and suck him to completion. Trent lasted longer as the days passed but it still never took me more than five minutes to receive his deposit. I would swallow his cum and leave without even a goodbye. Our unspoken secret. As little words as possible. If I was going to be the supposed blow job queen of West Palm, this was certainly a way to keep my skills in tact.

Dave – Like Father, Like Son…..Not [FM]

I had worked hard all four years in school and had some. I was the girl in the library most nights of the week. It wasn’t until the 2nd semester of my senior year that I started to “take my foot off the gas” and have some fun. Aside from going to bars on weeknights and smoking more often, I mapped out the seduction and conquer of my exes 5 “best bros”. None of them were worthy enough to really write about. Three of the bros would be classified as two pump chumps. The other two were a step or two above. At least one of them made me breakfast the morning after.

It was the evening before graduation, and I was having dinner with my parents at their hotel. A few tables over was my ex having dinner with his parents and trying to explain that it was the professors fault for him not graduating. The table next to us was Chase, one of the “Best Bros” and his dad, the silver fox. A fit, tanned, grey haired man who went by Dave. After dinner, I went to my parents room to hang out for a few minutes. My housemates were having a cry fest as they packed up later that night. It was definitely something that I didn’t want to have to witness. After four years of college, I was done. My room was already packed up. I had removed my belongings from the rest of the house and all that was left was my bed and a nightstand which I sold the girl who is going to take over my room in the house.

What started with a sperm donation ended with breeding a wife for a reluctant husband [cuckold] [MF][M]

Hi, I am a dark skinned Dutch guy of 27 years old and single and want to share an experience I had. About a month ago I found a Facebook group for people in search of sperm donors. There I contacted a 31 year old guy, let’s call him Hans, through an appeal on the group. He told me he had been married with a Surinamese girl of 28 years old. They were trying to get pregnant for two years but so far unsuccessful.

They had done what they could: naturally it wasn’t working and a sperm test came out negative, his swimmers weren’t moving. They had explored an IVF journey but weren’t able to due to the high costs. The remaining solution was to search for a donor online and try to inseminate themselves. That way the donor had to ejaculate in a cup and bring it over to the couple to inject the sperm through a syringe, specially made for insemination. That’s how I got in the picture and after talking for a while through messenger, we decided to meet, for now without any expectations from both sides.

[M]y first time getting drunk and [f]irst time getting laid, Part 1

Hi, this is my story on how I lost my V card. I am from Eastern Europe but since this is an international forum, for me and the rest of the people involved in this story i’m going to be using international names. For start, you can call me Josh.

So this happened all the way back in 2010. I was 18 years old and in the 12th grade. I was studying in an upper-grade multi-language high school and usually in these kind of schools, girl presence is more prevalent so we were 5 boys and 20 girls in class. You might say this is a dream come true for a teenage boy that’s bursting with hormones, but that wasn’t the case for me. The libido was still very strong but I was this typical awkward high school nerd with zero self-confidence, who played tons of World of Warcraft, got picked on a lot and had crippling social anxiety. I was rather tall, nearing 2m of height, brown hair, hazel eyes and a little out of shape. There was a girl, Jane, from my class that I really liked, that got taken by the high school jock a year prior to this so that pretty much sealed away all the motivation I had to better myself.

[MF] – My sweet little hitchhiker.

*There was a time that people under twenty years old cannot know,*
*All the current applications serve them well and still do when they do it correctly,*
*But there was a time when, for example, there were many more hitchhikers,*
*Now many applications allow to connect the different parties,*
*But that was before…*

So, I’m in my twenties, I’m going on vacation to see my family, about twelve hours of travel, alone in the car, without a car radio, the trip is long, very long and it’s terribly hot in this month of July. I have approximately three hours of driving left when I stop at a gas station on the highway. I see while parking a hitchhiker bitching about a motorist who must have asked her some favors to take her on board.

I get out of the car, put myself in the shade, smoke a quiet cigarette and look at her, she is cute in her little short dress then on an impulse I go to meet her, on her cardboard sign, a city relatively close to my final destination.

How to peak and then just quit – Anna’s last part of the story [MMF]

I wrote the [first part of the story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o822m2/a_league_of_her_own_how_i_m_started_this_long/), Anna liked it and encouraged me to write the rest of the story. I had a [second part](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/oase0n/shes_out_of_my_league_and_wants_to_prove_it_anna/) and she asked me to write the third part of the story as well. This one. I was somewhat reluctant to do so, but she assured me she was fine with everything, especially since she would be here to read it before I post it.

This story happens two years ago. Anna had her children in quick succession – something she didn’t really want, but her husband insisted. She barely had any time to recover, and went from depression deeper into depression. The worst was after her daughter, the third one, with a few complications that aren’t interesting for this place. She divorced her husband quite fast after that, and she confessed to me that she didn’t know if the father of any of her children was him or his father.

After half a year of sulking and fighting with a deep depression, she visited my town. She was quite different – like something has died inside her. She needed a friend more than a fuck buddy, and I’m proud to say that I was that friend. She stayed for two weeks, and went back to start a small business. But before she did, she asked me for a monumental favor.

[Part 2] Morning and everything after (female pov, forced orgasm, rape, imprisonment, creampie)

[Chapter 1: An Evening Interrupted](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oaljni/an_evening_interrupted_female_rape_humil_creampie/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Chapter 2: Morning and Everything After

“Birds!

When was the last time I heard birds outside my window that weren’t pigeons?” I thought to myself as I laid there with my eyes closed. The thought was pretty exciting, a great way to start a Saturday morning as well. I stretched a little as I lay there with my eyes closed debating whether I should open them and look around for the birds, or whether a couple more hours of sleep would be a better choice. As my mind slowly awakened other thoughts started working their way through my early morning brain fog.

“Wait…” memories were coming back now “why don’t I remember coming home last night?” I thought. Then after a couple of seconds of pondering that question “Wait… I didn’t make it home last night…”

“Wait!” I said in a panicked voice as I sat up suddenly opening my eyes.