---Please be literate, detail driven and comfortable writing in a paragraph-plus style. Also, i won't see chats, so so don't bother. Messages work for me :) Who you'll be writing is variable, either a family friend, a friend of my sister's or a church friend. Just know that he'll be older, how much is open to debate, and much, much more experienced.

Prompt ---

Dark eyes peered back at the man sharing an AirBnB with me and, for a moment, I just stared, curious and almost concerned. He was either a family friend, a church friend or a friend of my older sister's, maybe all three? I'm Samantha, by the way, and I managed my sister's art business, which often includes traveling to shows. She couldn't make it, so she'd asked a friend of her's to come help me. Needless to say, she was paying for the AirBnB we'd be sharing for a few days.

Most of our friends saw me as the little sister. The tag-along. The devout Christian, the good girl. The girl who didn't date, the one who'd been single for the last four years. The twenty-three year old who didn't party. I couldn't have guessed what came over me when, as I'd driven alone for three hours, I decided that I was going to fuck whoever was helping me. Well, maybe I'd just flirt. Whatever. It had been four years, four years where I'd focused on myself and God. That, I told myself during that long, empty drive, was justification enough for one fun weekend with someone so much older and so much more experienced.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at his dismissive, almost bored outwards appearance; he'd spared passing glances at the way the flowing, gunmetal grey tank-top left a cutout view of full, black cups and how it promised pale, pert cleavage from under the plunging neckline. He'd looked at the way black, form-fitting leggings clung to my opulent little bubble-butt and I'd caught him staring at my lithe, petite body ad I moved and organized, stored things and got ready. Five-foot three left me reaching and leaning often enough. Still, I didn't think he wanted me, or that he'd even noticed. Determined and focused on my sin, I gave into debauchery and, before I could lose my nerve, murmured, "Gosh, it's hot in here. I don't think the AC is on...." It probably was. Regardless, I glanced over my shoulder and blurted, "You don't mind if I like...."

Rather than lose my nerve, I bent at the waist and tugged the leggings down slender, pale legs and kicked out of them in a hurry. I held the pose for a second; lace-backed black cheekies left the lower half of my fatty, decadent ass-cheeks on lazy display and hinted at the thick-lipped mound nestled between my thighs. A furious flush slipped over my face and I thanked God I was facing away from him. The tank-top covered most of my ass, except when I had to reach or lean....

Needless to say, I felt his eyes on me quite a lot more. As a matter of fact, I don't think they ever stopped staring, a predatory little gleam in them as he devoured my curves.

((Simple enough! Good girl, not-so-good guy. One is naive, gullible and inexperienced. The other is seasoned, much older and oh-so-willing to lead Sam down a path of abject, bitter debauchery and help a devout Christian learn to worship something else.))

Limits - feet, excessive body hair, tickling and characters written to be intentionally unclean or unhygienic.

Kinks - Anal, first time anal, painful anal, biblical submission, BDSM elements, cum-play, facials, extreme throat abuse, abusive sex, slut-shaming, internal cum-shots, begging, body-writing, lack of experience, humiliation, humiliating acts, toys, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, one-sided sex, giving rim-jobs and so much more!