We hosted a missionary

My family has always been the picture of devout religion—Mom with her study groups, Dad leading the evening prayers, and my siblings reciting verses like it's second nature. Our home is a sanctuary of saints on the walls, hymns playing softly in the background, and no room for anything that strays from the path.

So when the missionary, Brother Herod, arrived for his month-long stay, it felt like a blessing from above. He said he was from a small country in Europe, a seven hour flight away but he spoke with a local accent. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a stern face framed by a neatly trimmed beard, his blue eyes sharp like he could see straight into your soul. Everyone adored him right away, hanging on his every sermon about purity and salvation.

That first evening, after a simple dinner of roast chicken and potatoes, we gathered in the living room for prayers. Brother Herod knelt at the center, his voice booming as he asked us to share our deepest prayers. Mom prayed for stronger faith, Dad for guidance in his work, my little sister for good grades. When it came to me, I hesitated, feeling the weight of their eyes. "I'm saving up for a camera," I said softly, my cheeks warming. "To capture moments, you know?" Brother Herod nodded approvingly, his gaze lingering on me a second too long. "As long as you have pure intentions, child."

Later that night, after everyone had retired, he found me in the kitchen washing dishes. The house was quiet, save for the distant tick of the clock. "Addy, That camera," he said, stepping close enough that I could smell his clean, soapy scent mixed with something earthier. "What do you really need it for?" I bit my lip, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. "I want to start an OnlyFans account. I am not a good person Herod, leave me alone." His face darkened, those sharp eyes narrowing. "That's sinful, girl. Exposing yourself like that? It's a path to damnation. You must resist such temptations. Repent. Besides you are just eighteen, don't ruin your life like that" His words hit hard, laced with that authoritative tone that made my stomach twist, but I just nodded, mumbling an apology as he turned away.

I couldn't sleep that night, tossing in my narrow bed in my small room. The door creaked open around midnight, and there he was, Brother Herod, slipping in like a shadow. My heart pounded as he approached, his hand clamping over my mouth before I could gasp. "Shh," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't wake them." He pulled the covers down, his rough hands yanking my nightgown up to my waist. I froze, virgin and terrified, as he spread my legs wide, his beard scraping my thighs.

His mouth descended on my pussy without warning, tongue lapping at my folds, sucking my clit hard enough to make my hips buck. I whimpered into his palm, the wet sounds obscene in the silent room. He devoured me, fingers digging into my ass cheeks to hold me open, his tongue thrusting inside me like he was claiming every inch. Juices slicked his chin as he growled against my skin, "I am horny and you are a whore. Why can't I use you to get a release?" My body betrayed me, clenching and trembling as an unwanted orgasm ripped through me, my muffled cries stifled by his hand.

He didn't stop there. Straightening up, he freed his cock from his pants—thick, veined. It pressed against my virgin entrance, and with one brutal thrust, he tore through my barrier, burying himself balls-deep in my tight hole.

"What! You are virgin!" He hissed. "I thought you are an actual slut getting paid for sex."

"Only fans is just video you fool." I reply back in a whisper.

"Sorry Addy but I can't undo my actions. I will just have to go all the way." I bit my lip to keep from screaming, tears streaming as he fucked me relentlessly, his hips slamming into mine. The bed creaked softly, but he was careful, pounding my pussy with short, deep strokes that stretched me wide.

"Take my cock blondie" he grunted when my body was convulsing in an organism. Sweat was dripping from his brow. He came hard inside me, flooding my cunt with hot spurts of cum, then pulled out, leaving me leaking and sore. Before leaving, he pressed a wad of bills into my hand a hundred dollars in one dollar notes. "Your first earning as a career slut. You don't need only fans for that.," he murmured, vanishing into the hall.

That was just the beginning. Apparently Brother Herod liked to sin just as passionately as he liked to preach. Every night after, he'd sneak in while the house slept, the risk making it all the more intoxicating in its terror. I would bite my lip to stop myself from moaning which had caused me bruises.One night, he'd flip me onto my stomach, ass up, and lick my asshole before shoving his cock into my pussy from behind, rutting like an animal until he filled me again. Another time, he made me suck him off first, his hand fisting my hair as I gagged on his length, saliva dripping down my chin while he whispered verses about temptation and damnation for seductive women. He'd always leave money either 50 or 100—tucked under my pillow or in my drawer. He always fucked me raw, my body craving the forbidden release. My family noticed nothing; prayers continued as usual, meals shared with smiles, Brother Herod preaching fire and brimstone by day while in the night he was claiming my pussy and making me cum multiple times. I hid the bruises on my thighs, the soreness between my legs, burying the cash in a secret spot, my OnlyFans dream twisted into this dark reality.

When he finally fucked me Anally, he cried as he came. He thanked me for the experience calling me his little angel. That night he spent the night on my bed. In the morning he fucked me in both holes. Cumming in each hole.He left me 3000 dollars.

That was his last day, as he packed his bag in the guest room, the family gathered to bid him farewell with hugs and blessings. Mom pressed a loaf of bread into his hands, Dad shook his firmly. Brother Herod pulled me aside, his voice low. "For your tight holes that made me cum. Here is a gift." He handed me a sleek new camera, wrapped neatly, the kind I'd dreamed of.

"Use it wisely—for memories that are honorable." He says loudly. Dad and Mom agreed with him. They were also very thankful that Brother Herod was giving me a Jumpstart in my "photography" career.

My fingers trembled as I took it, but then he slipped a folded paper into my palm, his eyes burning with that secret hunger. Unfolding it later, alone in my room, I saw his address two towns over in a place called Sinville and a phone number."Cum anytime, it read. My pussy throbbed at the thought, the cycle far from broken, even as his car pulled away and my family waved goodbye, oblivious to the wolf in shepherd's clothing.

"Dad I will be going to Sinville to try my camera tomorrow." Dad nods as we both head back in.