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Church Basement

I was driving through a small town in Oregon early one summer morning on my way to Portland. I had been out of work for a week and I was getting real low on cash and the fuel gauge was close to empty. I checked out a gas station that was still closed but it became obvious that it had burglar alarms as I cruised past the pumps. I was getting desperate but I wasn’t going to take the risk of going to jail over a few dollars and a tank full of gas. I gunned the engine and cursed my luck as I turned onto the road leading out of town. Just as I was almost to the city limits I noticed a quaint little church tucked back in the woods at the far edge of the city park, which gave me an idea. I looked to see if anyone was around before I quickly turned down the lane leading to the church. As I got closer I read the sign out front and realized that regular services wouldn’t start for another three hours so I thought I'd break in and see if I could find some money or anything of value. The front door was well built and pretty much burglar proof so I parked in the back lot and cautiously checked out the area for prying eyes before I got out of my car. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was starting to sweat as I almost sprinted to the back door. I was expecting big problems but getting in was easy. I broke a small glass panel out of the back door with my elbow and started my frantic search. I looked everywhere but I didn’t find anything of value and I was ready to leave when I heard a ...

... car pull up in front of the church and stop. I froze, hell I couldn’t breathe for a minute because the fear of going to jail terrified me. Soon I heard a single car door open and close then the sound of a woman’s shoes quickly approaching on the concrete walk, and then a key was in the door! I ducked behind the altar just as the door opened and a girl stepped in carrying what looked to be a big box of cooking utensils. I was relieved to see that she was alone and I let out a quiet sigh of relief. She looked to be about s*******n, five foot-six, with short blond hair and she was wearing a medium length skirt with a nice yellow blouse. Her innocent beauty stunned me; her face was well defined and her tits were as close to perfect as any pair I had ever seen in my life. My cock was soon giving me fits and starting to leak pre-cum and I suddenly knew, if no one else showed up, I was definitely going to mate with this beautiful girl or die trying. She walked to a large side door, unlocked it, and started down the stairs to the basement and I quietly followed after her. I waited until I heard her rummaging around in some cabinets before I silently stepped through the door and locked it behind me. The basement was warm and set up real nice and I knew it was used for lunches and other stuff. I watched her carefully as she stood by the counter next to the sink as she continued to search for something in the cupboards. Her purse was lying open and I was hoping that she had some money ...