The Diary

Author's Note:

I apologize for the late update, but here you go. The Diary Pt. 3. I will update the third and last part in three days. I would appreciate your honest comments so I can improve, thank you.

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The next day, Layla woke up in her bed. She didn't know however did she end up there. She must have dragged herself.

Was it just a dream?

No. The way her pussy throbbed painfully made it clear that she didn't dream everything that happened. When she stood to pee, it made her wince. She cannot even walk straight.

Layla sat by the tub, waiting for the warm water to fill it. Once it was full, she turned off the faucet and simply layed there. The warm water help with the sore. Her stiff muscles starts to relax and Layla found herself asleep some more.

When she came to an hour and a half later, she was feeling much better. But she wasn't fine. All day long, even as she shower, she was staring blankly ahead. She managed to eat, but decided to just stay in bed because she just can't keep walking straight. Even standing makes her wince.

Lance called her several times but she didn't answer. Instead, she was fast asleep.

When she looked at the time, it was already past four. There were several texts from Lance.

Not wanting him to worry, Layla starts to read the texts. It was a good thing she read the text at the right moment because Lance was just about to cancel his whole trip just to check on her. She quickly assured him that she's alright.

Obviously, he isn't convinced because a few seconds later Lance was calling. "Hey." She greeted him weakly.

[Hey. What are you doing?] He asked tentatively. He sense something but isn't prying.

"I was sleeping the whole day." She fake a laugh. "I guess the stress was too much that I fell asleep from it."

[Are you feeling better now?] Ever so thoughtful.

Layla smiled. A genuine one this time. "Eh, maybe?" She grinned.

Tears fell from her eyes. She didn't know why but, she found herself crying.

[Layla?]

She quickly wiped it off. "Yeah?"

[I bought you chocolates. They are dark just like you prefer them.] There was something in his tone. He knew she's crying that's why he suddenly brought up the chocolates.

"That's great. Thanks." That's all she could say. "Uh, Lance can we talk some other time? I, uh, I'm hungry. I should probably eat something." She told him, biting her lips but had to wince because it hurt. She must have bitten hard on it last night that's why it was sore.

[Sure. I'll, uh, see you when I come back?]

"Mmh." She hummed.

As soon as the call ended, Layla starts to cry again. She cried because there was no way she and Lance can have a chance anymore. If she gets pregnant, there was no way she could tell who his or her father was.

The next morning, Layla decided not to go to work. Her eyes was swollen from crying nearly all night long. She didn't want anyone to ask her about it and she was so damn sore.

But even as she cry, the thought of the things the stranger did to her still made her wet, hot and bothered. She fantasized about being taken like that. What she didn't understand is how thin the line between her fantasy and her reality had become. He made her feel like no one else.

For the whole day, Layla slept not knowing what to do with herself. She was ashame for wanting it but she was mad too. Oh, mad she is indeed. All she could think of was the way he filled her perfectly. Even in her dreams, he was there touching her lovingly--wait what?

Layla's eyes flung open. The stranger was back. This time, he was on top of her with a mask on so she couldn't see his face. She found her arms and legs are bound on the bed post speading her eagle--all in her naked glory beneath him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. He cupped her womanhood. The way it covered the entirety of her with his warm hands made the sore lessen and her pussy to get wet. "I shouldn't have left you like that."

His voice sounded familiar. But with the mask on and the way he's whispering, she couldn't really be sure. "I should've treated the future mother of my child better than that."

Layla's stomach fluttered with what he said. She was all too aware by the fact that his hand was starting move gently from her pussy. His middle finger pressed on her swollen clit, as he caressed her up and down.

The stranger's head went down, trailing kisses from her forehead, to her nose, lips chin, throat and in the middle of her chest where it settled upon her racing heart.

The only thing that can be heard inside her bedroom was her own breath as she starts to inhale harshly. He teased her by putting feathery light kisses around her right breast and atop her nipple. He would fan his hot breath at her sensitive skin as he moved.

Like a soldier called to attention, her nipples stood up. In return, it was given the attention of his mouth. He sucked on it like a baby. His tongue would poke in the middle of her nipples as if searching for something. It send a surge of electricity all over her whole body and into her pussy that was fast becoming awake from the ministrations his hand was doing.

"Haah. I hate you." The moan contradicted what she had just said.

Layla's back arched, and so does her hips. She wanted him to press on her harder but moved perfectly along with her.

The stranger lapped at her breast from one to the other. His hand never forgot its job. It's now slipping a finger inside her.

Layla moaned even more. "Ooh. Who are you?" She pursed her lips, trying to keep herself from moaning but failing to do so. "How.. can you do this to me? Ahhh.."

Soon, a finger became two. It slipped in and out of her effortlessly given how wet she's become. Not long after, with the continuous onslaught of his mouth on her breast and his fingers on her pussy, Layla was coming. It was slow, but she could feel it coming. It get's big as it approach. A few more thrust and she was writhing, and shaking in pleasure beneath him.

A lone tear escaped her eyes. He kissed it tenderly. After awhile, he moved down in between her legs. He parted her lips with his fingers. She saw his head dipped and not long after, she felt his tongue flat against her entire pussy. It was warm. It felt so good her hips bucked trying to press him against her even more.

The stranger stopped her by putting his left hand on top of her lower belly. She stopped, knowing what those hands meant being there. If anything, she was even more aroused with the thought that he was there to breed her.

He must have known because he moaned. The vibration of his mouth against her made her moan even more. Can she take more?

He licked at her like a dog. His tongue poked and prodded her warm tunnel, searching and tasting her sweetness. "Mmh." He moaned. After a few minutes, his fingers are back within her as his tongue continued to poke at her swollen clit.

Again, Layla found herself coming for the stranger once more. "It's too much." She breath deeply.

The man's tongue traced her upwards until it reached her lips. He knocked at her lips to which she gladly open to welcome him. Layla could taste herself. There was no going back. She clearly wanted what he was doing to her. The guilt she felt for Lance was soon forgotten when she felt him move between her.

His cock rested right against her eager pussy. He thrust against her, teasing her entrance with the head before sliding right up against her clitoris. Layla tried to catch the head of his cock but he pinned her down with his hips. "Not yet."

For some reason, he removed the cuffs from her wrists. The ones on her ankle was loose enough that she could bend her knees so it doesn't need to be free.

"Why me?" She whispered.

He rest an elbow on one side of the face while the other held her face as he kissed her. "It can only be you." He said before entering her painfully slow. She could feel every vein as he sheath himself within her warmest depths. "I'll be gentle this time."

But Layla didn't want gentle.

"Mmh." She moaned against his mouth.

Slowly but surely, he was pounding on her, it's frustrating the hell out of Layla. The anticipation was just too much for her. "Faster." She urged him, hips rising to make her point.

He didn't listen. His kisses lowered and he starts to feast on her neck, putting his marks everywhere.

"Please." She begged.

He looked at her. Her eyes pleaded him. Nodding, the man pulled himself upwards--not once did he pull away. He was now kneeling between her. As he looked into her eyes, his hands rested on her lower belly. The sheer amount of intensity he was staring at her way told her he was determined to make that skin under his palm swell with life and that made Layla feel dizzy with desire.

Not once did he look away as he fuck her slowly. He was marking her in every way there is and soon Layla was about to cum. "I'm close." The connection she felt with just looking at him was palpable. It was as if she knew him.

"Cum with me." He ordered. Layla nodded. There was a the slightest hint of urgency with his thrust now but he still kept the slow and even rythm. "Now." And she did. She welcome his seed, embracing it with her throbbing depths.

Layla must have lost her mind. She must be for wanting the child of a total stranger. Must have been the effects of too much orgasm?

They both lay in post coital bliss, trying to catch their breaths. "Are you leaving again?" She had to ask.

He kissed her forehead. "I'll be back."

Layle pulled away. The urge to pull that mask away from his face was too much she had to look away to keep herself from doing so. "You must have been busy getting women pregnant every night."

He chuckled. "Just you."

Her heart skipped a beat at that. She didn't know if what he was saying is true but it still made her happy. "What if I really get pregnant? Will you be gone like you were never here?" Her voice shook.

He gently pulled her down against his chest. "Hush. Just sleep."

Slowly, she drifted off to sleep to find him gone when she wake up.

However, almost every night he came after that. Layla didn't know what she was doing fucking a stranger all over her own house but it felt right as wrong as it started. It's her fantasy came to life. How could she say no to that?