Brandi's Rebirth

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The truth is, I always knew that I was different. There was always a part of me that felt as if it were trapped and yearned to be released. The closest I ever felt to that release was an orgasm. For years, I thought that my sexual activities were the only way to gain that feeling. Then I found Grace Church.

In the ecstasy of worship, I could feel the same release, and for months I thought I'd been cured of my past sins. But the past has a way of catching up to you. So it did on that Wednesday afternoon.

Pastor Paul (Wrens), the worship leader of the church, asked me to attend a meeting with him and the senior pastor, Rev. Bill (Martin). It was with trepidation that I approached Rev. Bill's office. Before I knocked on the door, I checked myself in the hall mirror. I brushed a stray strand of my golden-copper hair behind one ear and tightened my ponytail. I already knew that I was appropriately dressed. I took a breath and knocked.

"Enter."

I stepped in and both men rose to greet me. Rev. Bill spoke first. "Welcome, Brandi. Please have a seat." He directed me to the empty chair facing his large mahogany desk. Pastor Paul was in chair next to mine. As we sat, I became conscious of the reality that this meeting was about me.

Pastor Paul began. "Brandi, when we brought you on, it was with the understanding that your earlier behavior was in check."

I tilted my head, looking at him, then Rev. Bill, then back to Pastor Paul. The earlier behavior was my sex addiction. I had freely disclosed this and had worked through recovery. "Yes, that's right. Is there a problem?"

Rev. Bill spoke up. "Brandi. Perhaps you can explain this?" And he handed me his phone and I looked. Then I gasped. Then I remembered the night last week at the club.

I blushed a deep red, which on my fair skin, is very scarlet indeed. "Where...where did you get this?"

Pastor Paul sighed. "So this IS you then?"

I looked again but it was obviously me, on my knees, sucking some guy's cock, eyes up to the camera. It was a night of hedonistic revelry. I'd backslid into my old ways and the guys at the club were more than willing to oblige me. "I had a moment of temptation," I said, handing the phone back.

Rev. Bill's voice rose slightly. "A moment? The person who sent this said he has 235 more!"

I closed my eyes and silently cursed with every word I used to use so freely. "I'm sorry," was all I could manage.

"Sorry is a start," he said. "I'm afraid that we will have to ask you to step down from the worship team until we can work this out."

Embarrassed and humbled, I responded, "Yes, sir. I understand."

"Brandi," Pastor Paul spoke, "Rev. Bill and I want to help you. To get you past this. You understand that, right?"

I stood up and flattened my skirt. "Sure. I know. I'll see myself out. Thank you.' When I left, the tears started to flow. I cried for ten minutes as I walked around the church compound before settling into the chapel, a little used building which was the main sanctuary years ago.

It was dimly lit and I sat at the front, two pews back, before a long stained glass window. I prayed. I prayed hard and long. But all I felt was shame. Then I sensed someone entering the chapel. It was Pastor Paul.

He sat down next to me, handing me a small box of tissues. "Here."

"Thanks." We sat quietly for a few minutes. "I'm not a bad person, Paul, it's just..."

"Hey, I know. We're all sinners, right?"

I scoffed. "Yeah, right. It's just that my sins were captured in picture form."

I felt his hand touch my shoulder nearest him. "Not just pics, I'm afraid."

A new flood of tears ensued. "What am I going to do?" I wailed into the tissue.

He slipped his arm over both my shoulders and gave me a side-hug. "Like we said, we're going to work this out. You're a very talented musician, Brandi, and I don't want to lose that. I don't think you really want to quit the church, do you?"

I thought about that for a moment. Did I? No. I shook my head. "But when this goes public, everyone will know what a slut I am."

He turned his body to mine and, with his free hand, lifted my tear-stained face to his. "Brandi, you're thinking about this all wrong."

I sniffed back a tear. "Am I?"

"Yes," he responded. "You're thinking that your sex drive is a curse. But what if it's a gift?"

I furrowed my brow. "A....a gift?"

"Sure. The Spirit gifts special abilities to believers, right?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"So, what if your sexual appetite is actually a gift that can be used for the church?"

"Is the church planning on opening a brothel?" I sarcastically asked.

He chuckled, "No, that's not what I meant. But think of it like this, we know that gluttony is a sin, right?"

"Yeah. One that too many members indulge in," I added.

"True," he laughed. "But even though it's a sin, we still have potluck suppers and encourage the women to cook up a storm, right?"

"Sure. So what?"

"So, they are not feeling guilty about contributing to anyone else's gluttony. They just use the gifts that God gave them."

I dried my last tear and leaned back against the hard wooden pew. "I still don't get how I can exist as 'me' in this environment."

He gave me another hug and stood up, turning his body to mine and leaning back on the pew in front. "You know how stressful ministry can be."

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Well," he began, "We, I, think you can be of service to the ministry team."

"How can I do that? I'm already banned from the music team."

He lowered his voice and leaned in, "By using your other gifts."

Our eyes met and he transferred, through that moment, the information he wanted. "You're blackmailing me?"

"No, no, not at all, Brandi. I'm offering you an opportunity." He cupped his cock through his dress pants. "An opportunity you want. You....need."

Well, he had me there. It was true that I'd often thought of it but pushed it aside as part of my out-of-control behavior. "And I can stay on staff?"

"Do what you do best, and you will even get a raise."

I slipped to my knees. "And the pictures and videos."

He loosened his trousers. "Gone when we announce that you're off the stage."

He drew his cock out. It was semi-hard, not unusually long or thick. But he possessed an amazing mushroom head. I looked up at him and he nodded to me and I started in.

It was totally wrong. I knew it. Me, on my knees in the chapel, blowing my Worship Leader. But, damn, it was hot. He responded as soon as my tongue caressed that head. His moans increased as his cock grew and strengthened to its full size. I reached one hand up to cup his sack as I pressed my head in to gobble him down.

I looked up at him but he was in some other world. I got the sense, one that he corroborated later, that the missus never did this. I pulled back and spit on him and stroked him. "Damn, Brandi," was all he could say. I smiled. I got that a lot.

I sucked him back down and began to press in farther, feeling him slip into my throat. That's when he grabbed my head and began to fuck my face. I was surprised at his fury, like he'd never fucked anything before. But it didn't last long.

Soon he was jabbing into my throat and I knew he was going to blow it. I looked back up and he was staring back, full of lust. One hard jab against my face and he exploded down my throat. Then He pushed me back and three ropes of hot cum shot across my face and in my hair. A final one splashed on my blouse.

He shuddered and I began to lick him clean and suck him dry. After a few moments, his hand interlaced in my hair and he pulled me to my feet. "Come with me," he growled. I let him force me out of the chapel and into the main building. Luckily, no one else was around to see my cum splashed face and clothes. But then he stopped at the doorway to Rev. Bill.

"What are we..."

"Shut up," he snapped back. Then he knocked on the door.

"Enter!"

He turned the latch and dragged me into Rev. Bill's office. He pushed me to the floor and I landed on my knees, trembling from both fear and arousal. "We found ourselves a new Ministry Assistant, sir."

Rev. Bill, older and more imposing in stature than Paul, rose from his desk and walked around it to stand over me. All I could see was his highly polished black wingtips. "Is that so?" A pall of silence filled the room. "Look at me," he directed.

I lifted my head and my eyes traveled up his crisply creased trousers, over the pleated front that was trying hard not to divulge its secrets, over the buttons of his white pressed shirt, to his face and his dark eyes. His eyes were locked to mine and he said to Paul, "Leave us." All I heard was the door latching closed.

"Do you understand what it is we are asking of you?" he inquired in a low voice.

"I think so." I whispered.

I felt his hand caress my head and I leaned into it and his mouth broke into a slight grin. "I have a finance meeting in one hour. We have that long to iron out the details." He stepped back to his desk and opened a drawer. "Over there," he nodded to a door, "is a bathroom with a shower. Get cleaned up and present yourself back to me in ten minutes. Be naked."

I stood on my weak knees. "Yes, sir." I said and turned toward the bathroom. Ten minutes later, I emerged, clean and naked, as requested.

"Come here," he said, directing me to stand next to him behind the desk. I complied and he proceeded to inspect me. He made notations on a page as he did. "Diseases?"

"None, sir."

He paused. "Not even after last week's debauchery?"

"Miracles do still happen, sir," I quipped.

"Hmm," he responded. "Birth control?"

"Pill."

Then he slid his middle finger into my pussy. "Grip it." I did and wiggled it inside me and I groaned. "Are you always horny?"

"I'm afraid it's my curse, sir."

"Nonsense. It's a blessing." He stood up and directed me to stand behind the desk. Then he pressed my shoulders down and I bent over. "Elbows on the desk. Ass up." I obeyed and arched my back to lift my ass. He tapped each thigh and I spread my feet apart.

I heard fabric rustle, then his zipper, then I felt him against my ass cheeks. I gauged him to be longer and thicker than Paul. His fingers traced along my already wet slit. "Ministry Assistants should be prepared to work all day, every day. Like my job, it's a 24 hour position."

"Yes, sir." I felt him draw himself down my crack, over my star, then my pussy, then back.

"When you're on your period, call in sick. Any other time you have is yours to use as you see fit." I felt him caress across me again. "But no one, no one, uses you again without my permission. Do you understand?"

As he asked that, his cock was poised at my opening. "Yes, sir." I felt his big hands grab my hips.

"Say it again."

"Yes, sir." He pressed his entire length into me in one thrust. I was pressed up against the desk as he groaned. He filled me and I loved it. His stroking was rhythmic, long, complete. As his thrusts became more aggressive, he actually forced my feet from the floor.

Amazingly, he lasted several minutes as my own orgasm began to build. In one swift move, he pulled out, flipped me over on his desk, re-entered me, and grabbed my behind my knees, forcing my feet up on his shoulders. He cock was sliding up over my spot and I could feel my orgasm galloping forward.

His motions became short and deliberate. His grip on my thighs tightened as his cock penetrated me fully. I could feel him swell. I sensed that we were both close. "YESSssssss," I moaned. "OHHhhhfffuuuck." The obscenity slipped out.

"Again," he growled, his eyes afire with lust.

"Fuck...fuck...FUUUCK," I grunted between each thrust. Then he held himself inside of me deep and the millisecond felt like an hour.

His orgasm exploded inside of me and mine exploded along with his. He dropped my knees and I slid my feet off of his shoulders to wrap his waist as he leaned over me, groaning, his cock jerking more and more cum into me. I shuddered and shook. Finally, he withdrew. We were both panting. "Down and squat," he directed me.

I obeyed, slipping from the desk to a squat. He cupped his hand below my pussy. "Give it back," he growled again. Again, I obeyed, pressing his cum from my cunt onto his hand.

He stood me up and lifted his hand to my face. The cum pooled in his cupped hand like swirling milk. "From this moment on, you are mine," he solemnly declared. Then he smeared his seed all over my face. A feeling of joy and exhilaration coursed through my body and I cried. He grinned and continued, "Go clean up and get some food and be back here in one hour."

"Yes, sir." I nodded and walked as best I could, back to the bathroom. I didn't realize it then, but now I know that Rev. Bill's act was my anointing, my baptism into his service and the service of the church. I stared at my face in the mirror. cum dripping down my cheeks and off my chin. I knew other women who would have been horrified. I only saw my unique beauty. This is what I was, this is what I was gifted to be.