Unexpected Surprise

by Brooks, Sarah J.

  On a whim one weekend, when I was with a friend at their lake house, he and I and the girls we were dating at the time went into town. It was in rural Wyoming, and the town had a small grocery store, a bar, a tattoo parlor, and an arts and crafts store. We went to the bar and got totally fucking blasted on some private moonshine and went to get tattoos.

  I decided I needed an adornment to my cock, so I got a tribal cross tattooed right below my waistline. I also got an arrow on my hand between my first finger and my thumb. The arrow reminded me to always move forward toward my goal, and the one above my cock, well, it was fucking sexy. As soon as I stepped out of my pants, Rey saw the tattoo with the end of the cross pointing straight at my jutting rod. Her mouth opened wide as her face gracefully morphed into an enormous smile.

  “You would have a tat right above your cock,” she teased, lifting her hand to brush her fingers over the tattoo.

  “Ah ah, I told you not to move,” I scolded her and gave her a soft slap on the side of her thigh.

  “No, I don’t play that way.” Her smile widened as her hand snaked around my neck, and she lifted her head to kiss me.

  Her kiss was so delicious, sweet, and passionate. Her other hand swirled around my tattoo, unintentionally touching my cock and sending me into a frenzy.

  “I want to fuck you!” I growled in her ear.

  “I want to fuck you too,” she growled back.

  We both laughed as she finally slid her soft hands over my cock, smoothing the viscous liquid from the tip around the shaft. She moved my foreskin up and down over the bulbous head, sending rockets of pleasure through my body. Feeling frantic, I turned my body around to face the end of the bed and kicked my leg over her face as I planted my face into her amazing pussy. I lapped up the juices that had gathered there, using my tongue to swirl her into an orgasm.

  With my cock in her face, I felt her warm mouth kiss the tip, and lap at the still oozing slit. I responded by sucking her clit and sliding my tongue up and down it until she shivered and bucked under me. She was nearing orgasm, so I pushed my tongue into her vagina, reaching as far as I could go. She responded by swallowing my cock into her mouth. We rutted and bucked until we were both almost ready to release. I stopped giving her cunnilingus long enough to pull my penis out of her mouth, turn around, and roll her into my arms.

  “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” I was being honest. “I want to enjoy you as long as I can.” I kissed her cheek, the taste of her still on my lips.

  Her legs wrapped around me as she angled her pussy onto the tip of my penis. “I’m enjoying this too.” Her voice was hazy and laced with lust as she placed her hot wet pussy over my cock head.

  All I had to do was push my way in. For a moment, my thickness was an obstacle, but she slipped her fingers down to her lips to open them for me, and I slid in slowly. She moaned at my intrusion. Her body hugged me tightly, and I could truly say her pussy was everything I’d hoped it would be.

  “Oh my God, your goddess vagina is heaven,” I breathed into her ear as I began to pump in and out of her.

  “Mmmm,” was all she was able to utter, her face contorted in ecstasy.

  The orgasm she almost had in my mouth came easily on my cock as she shuttered and spasmed around me. With her release came frenzied fucking. Suddenly, I was possessed. I pulled her legs in closer and dug myself as deep into her as I could go. She winced a tiny bit as I must have hit the back of her vagina, but I kissed her through the discomfort. My mouth claiming hers, my body enveloping her body as I rutted into her, feral and unbridled.

  I don’t know what possessed me; perhaps it was the masks, the games, her beauty. I had no real idea, but I slammed in and out until my balls tightened beneath me, “I’m going to cum in you!” I rasped as I shot a thick load and ejaculated semen deep inside of her.

  “Um,” she called out as another orgasm gripped her. “Can you pull...” she breathed, trying to find balance within her thrall. “Out?” she sighed as I pumped the last of my semen into her.

  I stayed in her, both of us panting and hot. After the heat of the moment had passed, I instantly was hit with a wave of regret, finally comprehending what she’d just asked.

  “I’m sorry,” I said as I slid my semi-hard cock out of her. “I didn’t mean to lose control like that.” I hadn’t even asked her about birth control, nor had I given her time to tell me what to do when I came.

  “It’s okay.” She smiled, her cheeks flushed and heated. “I knew what I was getting into. It’s fine. We’re fine.” She kissed my lips sweetly.

  She’d given me such a gift, forgiveness, and owned her responsibility as well. “If there’s anything … any problem… um.” I was unsure of what to say.

  If she got pregnant, I didn’t know what I’d do. I intended on remaining anonymous. I’d fucked up.

  “Whatever happens I’ll take care of it. I’m here because I want to be here. It’s okay.” She kissed me again and was so loving and sweet. “It was amazing. Thank you… I… you’re right. I’ll remember this for the rest of my life.”

  We made love twice more that night, and I made sure to pull out of her before I came. We drank more champagne, finished the strawberries, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. We also role-played a little more, the captive goddess and her dark-winged hero. By the time exhaustion gripped me, I was feeling warm and amorous. In fact, when she curled her naked body into mine and sleep dragged us away from each other, I was ready to tell her who I was. I wanted to explore what we had just discovered. I was actually excited about seeing where dating her might lead; however, when I woke up in the morning, I was cold, and everything felt empty.

  In her place was a note on plain white linen paper provided by the mansion.

  “To my Dark Prince. Thank you for the night of my life. I’ll never forget you and perhaps may never find your equal. I’m sure you know how special and unique you are. Please know too that I loved you deeply for as long as I was able to have you. Last night you had all of me, which I willingly gave and would gladly give again if our paths should ever cross. May your life be filled with magic and may all your dreams come true. Love, your Captive Goddess.”

  The note stabbed my heart. She was gone.

  Chapter 8

  One Year Later

  Reyna

  Arianna was the most beautiful perfect baby in the world. I couldn’t believe she was really mine. Even though I’d given birth to her three months ago, the reality of it was still pretty magical. She was so peaceful when she slept and was the picture of innocence. I marveled at her tiny body, perfect little fingers, and their itsy bitsy fingernails. Her little baby toes were cute enough to eat. I loved this child more than any being on earth.

  It was Halloween again, the anniversary of the night I conceived Arianna with the dark mystery angel. I could hear people in the streets shouting and partying. I lived in an apartment in Hollywood, so we didn’t get any trick-or-treaters, but there were a lot of Millennials on parade dressed up and having a good time, just like I had last year. I knew what I was getting into that night. I made a conscious choice to be there with him, knowing full well I’d never know his identity. We were so passionate, and so in the moment, I didn’t even think or care about birth control. I let him cum in me, and I enjoyed it. I hadn’t planned on being a single mother, but when the doctor told me I was pregnant, that was what I became. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  As soon as I saw her little heartbeat, I wanted her, waited for her, and celebrated the day she was born. The love I bore for my little child was unparalleled. I only wished I could thank the masked stranger for his incredible gift. I was feeling nostalgic because Halloween made me remember that perfect night with the perfect stranger. The reality was hitting hard, though, and I had to look for a job again soon. I had a great nanny, an elderly neighbor who had offered to watch Arianna while I worked.

  She was ideal for us, kindly, caring, and not too expensive. All I had to do now wa
s find a job and prepare to leave my little kiddo for the first time since her birth. I loved breastfeeding her and co-sleeping in our bed, but it was time for me to make us some money. I still lived with Charlynn and Melody who were as in love with little Arianna as I was. I was doing okay financially; however, my savings wouldn’t last forever.

  Even though I’d let a stranger impregnate me, it was one of the most exciting things I’d ever done. I still tingled the next morning after making love to him all night. I was sore all over from our exertion but also loved feeling his body still lingering in mine. I loved having his scent on my body. I didn’t know then, but his seed was already creating Arianna when I walked away from him that morning.

  I left him a note saying goodbye because I knew he only wanted a one-night stand. I couldn’t bear to have him kick me out, so I left before he woke up. I thought I would regret that night, but I never have. It was a fun evening, which left me a mother, the best job I’ve ever had.

  Arianna’s peaceful and calm nature inspired me to write day and night with her sleeping peacefully in my lap. I even wrote when I was pregnant with her. I found time to write with her sleeping in my lap or nursing at my breast. I discovered voice text on my iPhone, and my world changed completely. All I had to do was talk into my phone and write the bones of the script.

  Arianna and I were going to be okay. I just knew we would. It was the strength and power of motherhood that drove me toward success. My life changed when I started feeling sick around Thanksgiving. I realized then I hadn’t had my period; I wasn’t worried because it was due Thanksgiving week, but I felt off. Somehow, I knew the mysterious stranger and I had conceived a child.

  I ignored my queasy nausea, tender breasts, and absent menstruation for a while because Chris kept me so busy with work. After the Halloween party, he asked where I had disappeared to, and I told him I went home. He believed me and said he was only joking about firing me for not going into the room with him. I made sure he understood how illegal it was if it hadn’t been a joke.

  For some reason, after the party, Chris made me work twice as hard as I had before. When I wasn’t running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I was trying to avoid his blatant advances. He must have gotten really pissed when I disappeared on Halloween because he pursued me relentlessly.

  “Reyna!” he yelled from his office. “Come in here.”

  I knew by his bark I had to move fast. So, I rushed into his office with my notepad in hand.

  “Yes,” I said smiling, keeping my attitude light even though all I wanted to do was puke.

  “I want you to tell me if you like these underwear. I just bought a new pair, and I’m not too sure about how they look on me. I was considering throwing out all my old underwear and just buying these, though ’cause… am I wrong? Or do they make my cock look bigger?” He slid his wool trousers to his knees and showed me his underwear. His semi-hard cock was bulging out of the soft fabric, looking lewd and vile.

  I rolled my eyes and tried to play it all off as a nuisance. “Pull your pants up, Chris. I couldn’t care less about what kind of underwear you want to buy.”

  “I’m not asking you to care. I want you to tell me if they make my cock look big. Maybe you should come over here and feel it so you can be a better judge of its size. Perhaps it’ll inspire you to give me a handjob.” My eyes narrowed to a glare, which made him laugh. “God forbid the puritanical Reyna to get on her knees and pleasure me with her mouth.” He continued laughing, pretending it was all a joke. “I’m kidding. By your wide-eyed expression, the briefs are having the desired effect. I’ll toss my others and get more of these. Also, Rey, you and I are staying late tonight. I got the dailies from the Madhouse Mayhem. You’re taking my notes.” I hated staying late with him, but there was little I could say about it. At least it was overtime.

  “Fine.” I rolled my eyes, turned around, and walked out.

  That night he ordered us food from an expensive restaurant which we ate while he talked about starting a private production company in the porn industry. He was a mother fucker on all accounts. Of course, he’d go into an industry that exploited women. I couldn’t tell if he was actually speaking the truth, and I really didn’t care. When it was getting so late I could barely keep my eyes open, he started the movie. We were there until two in the morning. He offered to take me home, but I had my car, so I declined.

  “Okay. Well, before you go, I just want you to do one more thing.” His face was bloated, red, and lecherous as he dove in for a kiss he literally smashed against my lips.

  At the same time, he shoved his hand down my shirt and started groping my breast. I was so shocked and terrified. I started coughing. I was already nauseous ’cause I was pregnant so, when he didn’t take his horrible mouth off of mine, I reared my head back and threw up on him. It wasn’t a little throw up either; it was a bucket load. Fucking prick, it served him right. He was furious but couldn’t say anything because he knew what he was doing. Thank God I did puke, who knows what else would have happened.

  “How dare you! You monster.” I managed to say after my head stopped spinning. “You’re going to have to clean this up, you asshole. I’m going home.” With that, I walked out.

  I think he was so stunned he didn’t even follow me, which was a relief. We never discussed the incident, and it never happened again. We just pretended like nothing happened until my pregnancy started to show.

  He walked into the office one morning and went straight to my desk. “You’re looking pretty fat these days, Rey. What the hell are you wearing? It looks like a tent.” The look of disgust on his face was laughable.

  I wasn’t really showing that badly. I’d kept my weight down and was eating healthily and exercising, but eventually, little Arianna would show. I knew I was having a girl, and I had decided to name her Arianna after my grandmother who’d died a few years ago. Her name was Arianne, so I thought Arianna was a fitting tribute. I was just about to tell the world I was going to be a single mother, but Chris beat me to the punch.

  “You aren’t pregnant, are you?” he asked. “Not my little prude? That would be rich. Pretending you’re above casual sex and then… boom. I don’t see a ring on your finger, so…” His eyes bored right into me.

  He wasn’t joking this time; he was serious and hateful. It wasn’t any of Chris’s concern. I was just a temp. I’d actually already told HR I was pregnant. I wanted to keep it a secret from the rest of the office until I was ready to face the music. I started wearing maxi dresses and listened to meditation music at my desk, so people thought I had bought into the newest Hollywood fad; meditation and earthly womanhood was a thing. A thing I actually ended up liking very much.

  Human resources were supportive and helped with all the paperwork I needed to initiate my maternity leave. I was a temp, but since I was an in-house temp, I was entitled to some medical insurance and maternity leave. I’d saved up a lot of money, so I was going to be okay financially for a while. I just had to be frugal with my spending.

  “That’s not very nice to call women fat, Chris,” I said, and he slapped my desk.

  “We’re having lunch in my office. I’ve got a conference call, and I want you on it to take notes.” Fucker! I hated when he made me miss lunch, especially because I was eating for two.

  When he said we were having lunch in, it usually meant he’d eat; I’d work and shove food in my mouth after lunch between phone calls. I told myself I just had to last a few more months.

  I went in for my working lunch, sitting in the chair across from him when he sat down and just stared at me. “We’re not really going to be working,” he said plainly.

  “Okay?” I eyed him cautiously.

  “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not pregnant,” he demanded with a dark scowl.

  “I can’t.” I shifted my eyes to my fidgeting hands.

  “I thought so.” His voice was laced with anger and venom. “Who fucked a baby into you?” How he could be so cr
ass and be the top in the industry truly baffled me.

  I lifted my eyes and stared him down. “None of your business.”

  “You being a whore certainly is my business. What you do on your off time reflects our efforts here,” he dared to say.

  “Really? And your abysmal reputation for womanizing and sexual misconduct is selling out movie theaters?” Mother fucking hypocrite. “I’m not a whore, and it’s disrespectful to assume that just because I choose to be a mother, I’m having sex for money.” I glared at him, my tone was accusatory.

  “Well, if you’d just fucked me, I would’ve made sure you never had a baby.” This guy was nuts.

  “I’d never be with you in a million years, Chris and you know it.”

  “Apparently, the father of your child feels the same way about you. I haven’t seen a man around here paying you any attention, except for the feral assistants who are always sniffing at you. Perhaps you’re fraternizing with a co-worker?” His eyes were demonic. “Of course, you know this means you’re fired right?”

  “Why? Because I’m pregnant? Human resource already knows about the baby. You can’t fire me for being pregnant; it’s against the law.” Oh my God, if I could bring his evil ass down, I would do it in a heartbeat.

  “Of course, I could overlook your problem.” His eyes shifted back to his usual lecherous expression. “I fucked my wife when she was pregnant with our last child. We did it all the way up until the eighth month.”

  “Never,” is all I said as I stood up to leave.

  “If you walk out that door, you don’t walk back in again, and your career is over. I’m sure you don’t care. You already threw any chance of having a future away when you spread your legs for the rando who knocked you up. Who knew little Miss Priss was getting dick all along.” He shook his head in disbelief. “For the record, I’m not firing you because you’re pregnant. I’m firing you because you take too many bathroom breaks, and I need you to work hard. I won’t be able to spare your maternity leave. I have to train a replacement ASAP. That’s what I’m telling HR, and in return, I’ll give you a little severance, so you and your unborn bastard aren’t on the streets. You’re welcome.”