It was a Sunday afternoon and the House of God was empty. The sun streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the cold stone floor. The only sound was the distant tolling of the church bell.
She was a brunette, with long hair that tumbled down her back in waves. She wore a short black dress, fishnet stockings, and heels. Her makeup was smeared, as if she had just escaped from a wild night of partying. She moved through the church, her footsteps echoing off the walls.
He was the church caretaker, a man in his late forties with a thick beard and a bald head. He was on his hands and knees, cleaning the altar. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up and saw her.
She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked on his. He felt a stirring in his loins, a hunger that he hadn’t felt in years.
“Can I help you?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“I was just passing by and I saw the door was open,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “I thought I’d come in and say a prayer.”
He stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. He felt self-conscious of his appearance, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“This way,” he said, leading her to a pew.
She sat down, her legs crossed, her skirt riding up her thighs. He couldn’t help but stare.
“Do you come here often?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.
“Every day,” he said. “It’s my job to keep the church clean and in good repair.”
“I bet you do a good job,” she said, her voice dripping with innuendo.
He felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead. He was starting to get hard.
“I try my best,” he said.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I have a confession to make,” she whispered.
He felt a shiver run down his spine.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I’ve been watching you,” she said. “For the past few weeks. I’ve seen you working here, and I’ve wanted you.”
He pulled away, looking at her in surprise.
“But why me?” he asked.
“Because you’re different,” she said. “You’re not like the other men I know. You’re kind and gentle, and you have a quiet strength about you. I find that incredibly attractive.”
He didn’t know what to say. He had never been propositioned like this before.
“I’m flattered,” he said. “But I’m not sure this is the right place.”
“Why not?” she asked. “God made us, didn’t he? And he made us with these desires. Why not fulfill them?”
He couldn’t argue with that.
She reached out and took his hand, placing it on her thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from her body.
“I want you,” she whispered. “I want you to take me here, on this sacred ground.”
He hesitated for a moment, but then he leaned in and kissed her. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth.
He reached up and touched her breast, feeling the nipple harden beneath her dress. She moaned softly, her hand reaching down to stroke his cock.
He was rock hard now, and he knew there was no turning back.
He pushed her back onto the pew, lifting her dress up around her waist. She was wearing no underwear, and her pussy was wet and ready for him.
He entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight warmth around him. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. The sound of their lovemaking echoed through the church, mingling with the distant tolling of the bell.
As they reached their climax, she cried out, her voice ringing through the rafters.
“Oh God, yes!” she screamed. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
He followed soon after, his body shuddering with pleasure.
As they lay there, spent and satisfied, the church bells rang out, signaling the end of another day.
But for them, a new day had just begun.
