22 comments/ 101208 views/ 28 favorites Christian's 2nd Date with Emily Ch. 02 By: XXNoraJeanXX "Don't you guys have somewhere to be?" Christian asked his friends impatiently. He glanced toward his office door, not for the first time. It was already after eight thirty in the evening, and Christian couldn't help but repeatedly glance at his watch and the door. Neither Manny nor Logan made any attempt to stand up, or even acknowledge that Christian had even spoken for that matter. Christian growled with his frustration, but neither of his friends paid any attention to that either. Manny sat forward and feigned a deep interest in the business magazine he had been flipping through. Logan sat back and made a show of demonstrating just how comfortable he was. Neither of them had any immediate intentions of leaving. Wise-asses, Christian thought to himself testily. "Alright guys! I am serious. We are friends, but get the fuck out! I have to get these contracts together." Christian snapped. He walked over to his office door and yanked it open. The office beyond his door was virtually silent. Most if not all of his co-workers had already headed home for the evening. Christian wasn't normally in the office at this time either, but he had finally closed his big business deal and now he had the contracts to draw up. He could have taken his work home, but it was easier just to work in the office instead of lugging all the files home and back. The contracts were due early the following morning. Christian already suspected they would maybe late if his date proved to be too much of a distraction, of which she always seemed to be! Just thinking about her milky tits made his mouth water and his groin heat. Manny kept his eyes trained on the 'drier-than-toast' magazine, but Logan finally turned toward Christian. "What's your problem, man? Why do you want rid of us so badly? Don't lie to us and tell us this is about work! She is coming here, isn't she? You don't want us to meet her! " He accused. "The only woman to ever grab your attention and you want to hide her away, why is that?" "Yeah Christian! We're just not used to you showing an interest in a girl for more than one, or two fuck-tastic nights! We're just curious about what makes this one so damn special. We want to meet her." Manny added, finally putting down the magazine. Christian had known Manny and Logan since high school, so the seemed to have a sense of when he was hiding shit from them. This annoyed Christian endlessly. Christian's eyes flashed with his barely concealed temper. He didn't want his friends anywhere near Emily. He didn't know why exactly, but he just knew he didn't want them to meet her this evening – if ever! "Guys, I swear you will get to meet her soon enough. Now get the Hell out!" "Ok, ok!" Manny finally said, throwing his hands up in defeat. He got up and walked toward the door, with Logan following on his heels. "We'll leave this time, but we want to meet this hot piece of ass soon." Christian's temper notched up with Manny's unflattering term for Emily. He chose not to say anything this time. "How did you meet this chick, anyway?" Logan asked. "A co-worker set me up with her." He answered distractedly. He just wanted them to shut up and leave. The two guys had just shuffled out the heavy frosted-glass door, when Christian saw Emily winding down the hall toward them. She wore a tight fitting pink sweater and a chocolate brown A-line skirt. Her shapely legs were covered with sheer nylons and on her feet she wore a nice pair of dark brown high heels. The cable knit sweater did little to conceal her large tits. In fact, it almost seemed to be straining to contain them. Her cleavage peeked intriguingly at the v-neck. Christian noticed his friends noticing Emily. They seemed quite interested in what they were seeing. No doubt they figured out who she was. There was just no avoiding the introductions that would ensue. Christian felt an unsettling twinge of jealousy flip flop in his belly as his friends appreciatively checked Emily out. At the same time he felt an urge to protect her from their leering eyes. These were not common emotions for Christian to feel, and they were already giving him a headache. He couldn't blame his friends though, Emily was one hot Mama! She wore her flowing red hair down, but she had pushed her sunglasses back on to the top of her head. The way the sunglasses held the hair away from her face, gave her air of breeziness. Her make-up was light and natural, with sexy glossy lips in a pretty shade of pink. Emily noticed Christian and smiled. Christian felt his dick stir in his pants already. He knew he was becoming more and more lost with every moment he spent with her. Logan and Manny noticed Emily smile past them. They turned to look at their friend, and neither of them missed the goofy grin that Christian wore on his face. There really was something special about this woman. No other woman had ever turned Christian's head like this. What special talent did this woman possess, that no other had Manny wondered. Manny knew well about the talents of Christians prior lovers. Christian had told Manny about one woman that could put her feet behind her head, about another woman that only liked to have threesomes so she brought her hot cousin along to fuck, and not to be forgotten but the woman that could actually ejaculated when she came. Christian had had some hot fucks, but it was this woman that seemed to really take hold of his friend. Christian stepped further out of his office to stand with his friends as Emily came to join them. She seemed nervous. Christian beamed a boyish smile at her. "Emily Lane, these are my friend Manny Sanchez and Logan Garrett. They came to congratulate me on closing my deal today, but they are just heading out. Guys, this is Emily, the woman you wanted to meet so badly." Christian introduced hurriedly. Christian watched as Emily shook hands and made pleasantries with his friends. He couldn't miss the slightly annoyed look she suddenly wore on her face. The guys didn't seem to notice and reluctantly made their exit shortly thereafter. Once they were on their way out, Christian stepped aside to allow Emily to enter his office ahead of him. She didn't budge. "What's wrong?" Christian asked. He glanced around the floor and still saw no one. Good, he thought, because his mind was racing with his plans for a naughty office tryst. The very idea of fucking Emily in his office and watching her milk spray, made his hands itch with his need to touch her. If all things went as he planned, after this evening his office would never seem the same to him again. "I think I have made yet another grave mistake." Emily said. Her voice was decidedly cool when it washed over Christian like a cold shower. At that moment, Emily wasn't sure what she had ever seen in Christian Drake. She strongly suspected he didn't want anything more than a physical relationship. Sure, he was an amazing lover, but surely she could find another man that could pleasure her. However, that then brought her to her milk-filled tits. Christian whole-heartedly seemed to enjoy them, instead of just merely accepting them. Emily had asked herself several times if she could be the type of woman to just be a bed-buddy? She didn't think she could be in the long run, but then there was the small problem of her strong addiction to Christian and his hard dick. They had been intimate several times since the evening of their second date. However, tonight she now had no intentions of staying. Not after discovering that he had bragged to his friends about her, and likely told them all about her body's little secret. She knew a lactating woman wasn't all that unusual, but it embarrassed Emily terribly to think of Christian telling his friends all about the way her milk sprays when she cums! She was suddenly quite pissed! "What do you mean? Come on Em! Let's go into my office and talk." Christian walked into his well appointed office leaving the door open for Emily to follow. He was momentarily relieved when she did step over the threshold and close the door behind her. However, she remained firmly in place, standing by the closed door. He knew he was in trouble when she put down her purse and a plastic grocery bag so she could fold her arms over her big beautiful tits. She fixed him with a cool and steady glare. Christian felt his chances of being buried in her cunt slipping away. He would have to fix whatever was pissing her off and fast. "Won't you sit down and tell me what I did wrong?" Christian asked. He was sitting now, so he patted the brown leather cushion next to him. He pointedly reminded himself that this was what he hated about the concept of a relationship. Moodiness! When he just stuck to fucking a girl a few times, they rarely had time to get all moody on him! Not, that he considered what was going on between him and Emily a relationship by any means. "You told them, didn't you? You told them all about your newest fuck friend and her milk-leaking- tits didn't you?" Emily accused, with fire burning in her eyes. Christian was stunned silent for a moment. He wasn't so shocked by her accusation, but he was surprised at himself. He had not told his friends a single detail. This was a first for him. Usually after hot fucks with new playmates he always shared the dirty details with Manny and Logan, but this time he had kept it all to himself. He just hadn't wanted them to know about her body, about their pleasures together. He felt particularly protective with regards to her milk producing mounds. They were all his and he found it delicious to keep them to himself. "Listen Em, normally you would be right. I normally would have told them, but I just didn't want to do that this time. I didn't tell them, I swear." He reasoned. Christian tried out his best sad puppy-dog face. Emily's arms dropped to her sides. Her tits bounced nicely when she released them. "Then why were they so interested in meeting me?" She sounded surprised about this, and Christian realized that Emily seemingly had no idea how amazing she was to him. He wagered whether to tell the truth or come up with a convincing lie. He looked at Emily's big green eyes with their small gold flecks. He didn't want to tell the truth, but he couldn't lie to her. "They were curious, because I didn't share details, and because they know we have seen each other so many times. I am behaving out of character, and they wanted to meet the woman that could cause that." The fire in Emily's eyes visibly lost its flare. She wasn't angry anymore. "I guess I overreacted. I am just really private about my body and its quirks." "I know." Christian said softly. "God how I love its quirks!" He added, almost to himself. Christian stood up and went to Emily. He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tightly. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest. They were hard and assuredly engorged with milk. He smiled and pulled in a deep breath. He could smell her shampoo, and it smelled fruity. She felt quite good in his arms, and that just seemed so wrong to Christian. He was supposed to be Christian Drake the Lone Wolf, as his friends called him. Not, Christian Drake Emily's Wolf. It shouldn't have been so, but the second title appealed to him more while he stood with his arms around her. When he leaned down to kiss her, she ducted out of his arms and scooted away. "What? I thought you forgave me?" He asked, spinning to face her again. He threw his arms out in playful disbelief. "I do! Well, I had nothing to forgive you for, really. You didn't do anything wrong. This time! " She was so sweet and playful; it was melting him against his will. "Then what is the problem here?" Christian asked as he closed in on her again, but again she moved just out of his reach. "I don't want you to set my milk off yet! I brought some deli sandwiches from Peggy's Deli. I thought we could have some dinner together. You take me out and insist on paying every time, so this is my opportunity to provide you with a meal!" She smiled then, a breath-taking smile that made Christian's heart do something new. It fluttered. Actually fluttered! He thought about calling 911 for a second, but then decided that maybe this was a natural thing. Just something he had never encountered before. At the mention of her milk, he knew he wasn't hungry for food, but he would be a good boy and play along. He knew he would get what he wanted soon enough. He hoped anyway. "Ok, I will try very hard not to make your tits leak, but you're going to have to promise to eat fast!" Christian kept his eyes on hers, but it took effort. He wanted badly to look at her full tits. "I'll do my best." Christian picked up the bag that Emily had brought in with her. He carried it to the tiny coffee table in front of his office couch. Emily set about taking everything from her bag. She had thought of everything. She had the sandwiches, and deli-style pickles, paper plates, condiments and even two cans of pop. While he watched her set the sandwiches onto the plates, and arrange pickles beside them his mind wandered off in its own naughty way. He pictured her cooking for him in his kitchen at home. He felt his dick stir in his pants, as he imagined her wearing nothing more than an apron. Her breasts would be pushing against the thin material of the apron, and maybe her areolas would be peeking up above the apron's bib, but her actual nipples would be hidden. They would be hidden, except for the fact that he would be able to see their erectness through the thin cotton fabric. There would be wet spots on the fabric as well, from her leaking milk. Christian's cock was thickening rapidly now. He was hungry, but not for her food. "Is your sister watching Gracie for you?" He blurted, trying to refocus himself and control his arousal. She had produced some potato salad from her bag and was adding it to their plates. Christian thought about telling her he didn't care for it, but decided he would gladly eat every bite. "Not this time. Larry has her this weekend." Emily explained. If she held any ill-will toward her ex-husband, Christian had yet to see it. She had just explained to him that they hadn't been right for each other. She never said a mean word about the guy. Christian wondered how any man could let those tits, attached to that woman walk out of his life. Then he mentally reprimanded himself for having such a thought. His cock throbbed. "May I sit next to you?" Christian asked sweetly. He was trying for boyish, but she looked at him as if he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. "Do you promise not to touch me?" Emily asked. Her smile was warm. "Nope!" Christian didn't wait for her ok. He got up from his chair on the far side of the table, and joined her on the sofa. He sat very, very close to her. "Are you almost done fussing there?" He asked, looking over her shoulder. "Sure, here." Emily passed Christian a very full plate. Not only did Christian avoid mentioning his dislike of potato salad, he also avoided telling her that he had already had a light bite to eat around five thirty. A stab of pleasure shot to Christian's groin, when Emily brushed against his arm with the side of her firm breast. Dinner couldn't be over soon enough. "We have a beautiful view of the sunset from up here." Emily said, as she glanced out the floor to ceiling windows that made up one whole wall of Christian's office. The sun was lowering considerably. The sun set was unfortunately mostly blocked by other large office buildings, but the sky was painted in the most stunning shades of pink and gold. It was almost as captivating as Christian's dimples when he smiled. "I special ordered that for you, baby!" Christian joked. They both froze at the word 'baby'. They had outlawed that word about a month before when they had stupidly fucked like animals, but neglected to use protection. "Speaking of which," Emily paused, and put down her sandwich. "I was able to take The Test today. I took two actually." "And?" Christian asked. He felt as if his head might explode. He was finally going to find out if he had royally fucked up. He couldn't read Emily's expression. "Christian, it is your lucky day. I am not pregnant" Emily finished her sentence, but her voice caught a little. Christian visibly swallowed a bite he had been unconsciously holding in his mouth. "Wow that was a bullet we dodged, huh?" Christian said almost too quickly. He hoped it didn't sound callus, but he thanked the Heavens above that he had not impregnated Emily on the first night they had fucked each other. He didn't want to be anyone's Daddy. Sure, he didn't mind when a kinky lover wanted to call him Daddy, but that was about as far as he liked to go with that. There was, however, a small niggling sensation at the back of his mind...something about having not been sexually potent enough to have impregnated her. He let that thought go as quickly as it entered his head. "I suppose you could put it that way." Emily said quietly, pushing her potato salad around her plate. She kept her head down, and Christian sensed sadness. He decided to change the subject in order to keep his sanity. She couldn't possibly be sad over discovering that their indiscretion with birth control hadn't turned into an unplanned pregnancy! "So, tell me about your family?" He asked, gently. "What do you want to know? I have told you lots about Gracie, and you know she is the light of my life. We live with my sister and brother." She said. "What are their names?" He asked, prompting her. "Lydia and Frank, they have been married for eight years and have two kids. Gracie and I live in the basement of their home. We have two bedrooms, a washroom, and a family room down there. We go upstairs to use the kitchen. The arrangement works out well, and allows me to be able to afford to send Gracie to private school." Christian realized that there was so much about her life that he didn't know about. He also realized that, he sort of wanted to know about it. This was a revolting train of thought. He changed the subject yet again, to an area he felt more comfortable in. He knew it was dirty, but he had to ask. "May I ask you something about Lydia?" He asked. She didn't look at him, but if she had she would have caught a slightly sinister grin. "Sure, ask away." She answered without reservation. "Well...I was just kind of curious if...um...if she has milk too?" He paused and cleared his throat. "I mean, you said you had milk in your breasts right from puberty, right? Is it the same for your sister?" Emily was quiet for several long minutes. They ate in silence, while Christian fiddled with a salt and pepper packet, trying to open it to pour over his potato salad. He didn't think she was going to answer, and he couldn't get the image of two beautiful milk-spurting women out of his head. His cock was decidedly hard now. He wanted nothing more than to be milking Emily's breasts and fucking her pussy. The food tasted good, but his hunger was for the woman sitting beside him. "Yes, she does. She is breastfeeding her son currently, but much like me she has always had milk in her breasts." She finally answered. Christian was thrilled with this revelation. Two lactating ladies, the possibilities seemed endless in his mind. He watched as Emily took a delicate bite. He assured himself that this meal wouldn't take that long. They would finish soon and then they could move on to the evening's more entertaining festivities. He glanced at his laptop on his desk. His work would wait. It would be a late evening for him. If it didn't get done tonight, it didn't get done. "Interesting," Christian finally said, hoping to sound casual and only half interested. He didn't want Emily to think he would have any interest in her married sister. Sure, before Emily, he would have been interested. Married...single...he hadn't cared. He loved them all, but more recently something had changed in him. Something he didn't care to think about. Christian's 2nd Date with Emily Ch. 02 "I am surprised you drink regular pop." Christian said, indicating the caffeinated drink that she was putting to her lips. "No one is perfect." Emily smiled. "This is a rarity for me." It was different being with a woman that normally didn't drink much more that water, milk and juice. She even avoided coffee and tea most of the time. She was quite dedicated to the babies she nursed. Her strict lifestyle also seemed to be good to her body, hair and skin. She just had a healthy glow about her. Christian finished his meal, but Emily still had half of hers on her plate. The sky beyond the large windows was growing darker as the sun sunk further and further behind the other buildings. Christian stood up and placed his paper plate in the waste basket, before he poked his head out the frosted-glass door to his office. He still couldn't see or hear any indication of anyone being left on his floor. The cleaners would be around though, so when he closed the door he locked it. The cleaners had keys to the offices, but he hoped they would take a hint. Emily watched Christian. He seemed impatient as he stocked around his office. The office reflected Christian well. It was strong and masculine, painted in deep shades of blue and furnished in deeply stained woods and brown leather. The view from the fourteenth floor was stunning as well. He looked like he belonged here, and he looked to be quite successful. It was odd, but somehow Emily felt proud of Christian's accomplishments. She would never tell him this out loud though. She suspected he would run away, and fast. Would that bother her? She wasn't sure, but she suspected it would. "I am almost done." Emily smiled. Christian was sitting in his leather chair behind his desk now, and he didn't answer her. His laptop sat completely untouched, as he only starred in her direction with his brooding eyes. She could see lust in his dark eyes, the fires burned deeply. He was looking in her direction, but his visions were in his own mind. "What are you thinking about?" Emily asked cautiously. "I was remembering the first time that I bent you over my dining room table. The way that you bent forward with your ass high so I could fill you from behind. The way I was able to reach so deeply into your perfect body with my cock." He licked his lips. He felt edgy and needy. Emily flushed slightly at the memory of her tits spraying milk onto his table, and how Christian had told her to lick it up. She wasn't embarrassed, really, but the memories left her feeling hot and bothered. The bulge she had noticed in Christian's pants before he sat down hadn't helped matters much. She knew he wanted nothing more than to have his way with her, here in his office, and she also wanted nothing more. However, she considered herself civilized, and civilized adults should be able to eat a simple meal without ripping each other's clothes off and fucking like wild animals. Emily took another small bite and chewed slowly. She wasn't really hungry anymore, but she was enjoying watching Christian squirm a little. "Dinner was good." Christian mumbled from across the room. "Are you done yet?" Emily would have chastised Gracie for being so impetuous, but then Gracie was five and was still learning her manors. Emily had to chastise her. She couldn't, however, be upset with Christian for feeling just as needy as she was also feeling. She wanted him so badly that she could feel her nipples tighten into hard little peaks. She knew her milk would leak soon. "I am glad you liked it." She put her sandwich down and wiped her hands on a napkin. She watched Christian, who was watching her. Clearly they weren't going to get to the decadent dessert she had brought. They just sat watching each other for several long minutes. Their eyes said it all, and the room crackled with sexual tension. Her breasts were starting to tingle and leak within her bra. She could feel the wetness. She had purposely skipped using breast pads this time. It would have ruined the effect of the sexy bra she had decided to wear for him. It was red and sheer, and she wore a matching thong. She had been so embarrassed the first evening when they had had sex. She hadn't had any intention of being intimate with him that evening, so she had wore one of her frumpy white bras and a pair of full cotton panties. Nothing could have been less sexy, but Christian seemed to have been oblivious. He wasn't oblivious now, though. He seemed to very much notice her sweater growing damp at her breasts. Emily almost glanced down at her boobs, but decided against it. Christian slowly lifted himself from his chair, and then he stalked over to her. He bent slightly, reached out and ran his knuckles over one of her swollen tits. A slow smile slid across his handsome face. Emily could see the erection concealed within his pants. She felt her breath catch, and her throat dry. No matter how many times she saw this man's body, he still affected her like it was the very first time. She had never experienced anything like this before. For all intents and purposes, Christian Drake wasn't the type of man Emily would have been attracted to. He was quite simply too pretty and too much of a lady's man. And yet, here she was, primed and ready to be his love slave. She would do virtually anything he asked. Of course she wasn't about to tell him that! Christian pinched one nipple through the thickness of her sweater. Emily gasped, and felt a surge of milk release from both of her nipples. Christian knew then that he had her. He knew that she was ready and willing to do as he pleased. On day, he hoped he would have the courage to tell her some of the other things that would greatly please him. Their sex was mind blowing as it was, but he was holding a small part of himself back from her. He didn't want to scare her off, so for now, he would keep his mouth closed and just enjoy how amazing of a lover she was. "Why don't you take your sweater off?" Christian asked in a low husky voice. "Christian, I thought maybe I would pump first tonight, before we...well you know. I just don't want to spray milk all over your office." Emily looked around. She seemed genuinely concerned. She gestured toward her purse, where he assumed she had carried a manual pump. Christian was not interested. "What? Why would you do that? Why would your ruin my fun?" Christian asked, quite disappointed by the idea. He had come to crave her milk. He could see her tits were good and full. He suspected she was in some discomfort, and he wanted to relieve her of that. He wanted to suck the sweet milk from her thick long nipples. He wanted to watch her tremble from quiet orgasms while he did so. There was no way he was going to allow her to pump that precious milk out and waste it. This had become somewhat of an obsession for him. "Alright then, you will have to suck some milk from me before we can really play. They are getting almost painfully full. You always seem to have that effect on me." Emily shook her head as if she were confused. Christian took Emily's hand and helped her to stand. Their mouths locked and they kissed passionately. Oh, how he had craved this kiss. She tasted slightly of mustard. He felt as if he could eat her, consume her. She drove him mad with her tongue swirling in his mouth. While their mouths remained locked together, Christian tugged his tie off, and then undid the buttons of his dress shirt. Not breaking the kiss, he pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside. Carelessly, he threw his arms around Emily and pulled her tightly against his hard body. She grunted against his mouth. The force, with which he had pulled her against him, had hurt her. Christian felt a pang of regret for being so rough with her, but when he felt the milky wetness of her sweater pressed against the bare flesh of his chest and he too grunted. "We should turn out the lights." Emily whispered against his ear, while he nuzzled her neck. Christian did as she asked, before eagerly returning to her mouth. When he couldn't take it any longer, he pulled his mouth from hers. They both breathed heavily in the darkened office. Their eyes were clouded with lust. Christian set about pulling and tugging Emily's clothes from her body. He wasn't overly gentle, but she didn't seem to care. Even in his haste to have her naked he still noticed her sexy panties and bra. The sheer red bra had been quite wet with her milk. She hadn't had any breast pads tucked into her sexy bra. Secretly, Christian preferred her more conservative bra and full cotton panties. He didn't tell her this, of course. Once he had them both undressed, they both stood naked before each other. Christian looked over Emily's body, and even in the shadows of his office she took his breath away. Christian growled with lust. Emily's mouth watered when she looked at Christian. His body was like a priceless piece of art. Perfectly chiselled, toned, and oh so virile. She wanted him. Her breasts were dripping continuously, and she could feel herself growing creamy between her thighs. She reached for him, but this time it was he who pulled away. Emily felt momentarily stunned by this turn. "I don't want to hurt you. Let me drink from you first?" He said softly. A shiver of desire washed over Emily. Christian was the most considerate lover she had ever had. Emily allowed Christian to gently push her back into one of his leather meeting chairs. It felt smooth and cool against her bare skin. Emily truly believed that Christian loved her milk, so she willingly sat back and trusted him with her engorged tits. She felt herself becoming more and more confident with as Christian's sexual partner. She was feeling more and more bold every time, and she wanted to please Christian as much as he pleased her. Christian knelt on the tightly woven carpet in front of Emily. He ran his hands up and down her thighs. His cock bobbed in front of him. He moved in closely so he could watch her milk running down from her tits, and over her stomach. Much of it ran down between her legs. Christian's dick pulsed, and his balls felt tight. He kissed her neck just how he knew she liked it. She shivered. He suspected that he could even make her cum by doing this alone. She purred into his ear. To his surprise she then took his head in her hands and gently pushed him down toward her jutting nipples. They were so deeply coloured, and the areolas so wonderfully dimpled. He took the nearer nipple into his mouth and lovingly worshipped it with his tongue. He didn't have to suck hard on her tits for them to spill their delicious milk. He only needed to swirl his tongue up, over and around the hard pebble and her cream flowed over his tongue and down his throat. The affect this woman had on him was almost spell-like. He captured the other milky nipple between his lips and rolled his tongue over it just as he had done to the first one. When he sucked ever so slightly he found himself rewarded by another gush of sweet milk bathing his tongue. He sucked her milk from her in earnest, and while he did so he also gently massaged the other tit. He worked his hand from the top of the breast down toward the nipple. Milk freely sprayed from this breast. It sprayed Christian's face and chest. The warmth and wetness felt sensational on his skin. Before long, Emily began her endearing little mewing noises. Her breathing became heavy and she was close to climax. Never removing his mouth from her nipple, Christian reached between her slender thighs and pushed two fingers into her wet snatch. His thumb was at a perfect vantage to rub her clit. He barely touched her and she went off. She cried out, calling his name. Christian pulled his head back, but left his hand in and on her pussy. He could feel her cunt clenching around his fingers. She made him feel wild with her manic ability to cum so hard and so fast. Her tits freely sprayed milk everywhere. She was the most erotic creature he had ever encountered. She was his lactating lover, and Christian felt himself growing more and more fond of her. When Emily seemed more comfortable, Christian knew it was time to have some more fun. Taking his lover by her tiny feminine hand he led her to the large widowed wall. They were both naked, but it was unlikely anyone would be able to see them with the mild darkness that surrounded them. Any voyeurs would have to have some pretty high powered night vision binoculars, Christian thought, and if they did they were in for a treat. Christian glanced to Emily to see if she was uncomfortable being naked and in front of a wall of windows. If she was bothered at all, she gave him no indication. They stood hand in hand in front of the windows. It was an exhilarating experience to be stark naked and to stand so close and look down. The street below looked so far down; only the headlights and taillights on the cars were visible in the dark. It was busy below, but in the office it was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. Without a word, Emily dropped gracefully to her knees. Milk dripped from her nipples onto her own body as well as onto Christian's feet when he turned to face her. He hoped she intended to do what he suspected she was going to do. Moments later, he found himself very satisfied with her mouth wrapped around the thick head of his erection. She licked it, sucked it, and nibbled it. When she cautiously rubbed her teeth of the sensitive knob, he couldn't help but moan. He thrust his hands into her silky hair, and knocked her sunglasses to the floor. He didn't pull her head further onto his cock, but had she been any other woman he likely would have. He wanted her to decide when she was ready to take more of him into her mouth. She didn't disappoint him this time either. Ever so slowly she moved her mouth lower onto his prick. Christian was thankful for the light given off by the city below and the nearby buildings. They allowed him to watch as inch after inch of his cock disappeared into her alluring mouth. The milk in her tits was leaking freely onto his legs and feet now. It was like a tiny warm shower, and felt luxurious. She lifted her mouth off his cock for a moment, before sliding her lips back over it and taking him all the way in until he felt his cockhead touch the back of her throat. Her cheeks sucked in and she moaned around him. The vibration on her lips made his cock strain. He needed to be in her. Christian delicately eased himself out of her mouth. Emily sat back on her haunches, she almost look disappointed. "I have to have you." He said simply. This seemed to appease her. "Do you have a condom?" She asked while climbing to her feet. Christian couldn't help himself, so he reached out and tweak both of her nipples. Milk spilled over his fingers. His dick throbbed heavily with the need to be buried within her snatch. "Yeah, of course I did. One second." Christian all but sprinted the short distance to his desk. Reaching in to a drawer he pulled out one of the rubbers that he had placed in there earlier. Ribbed for her pleasure they had advertised on the box, but Christian wondered about his pleasure. Sure he would have pleasure, but he hated rubbers with a passion. He missed feeling her heated moist pussy sheathing his dick; her soft inner walls that pulled and sucked on his cock. He missed filling her with his seed and watching it leak from her when he pulled out. Oh well, Safety first, he thought. Christian tugged the loathsome piece plastic onto his thick erection and rolled it down his long shaft. He turned back toward Emily. She was standing sideways in front of the windows. Christian could only see her silhouette. She was truly exotic. Her long shapely legs, the sexy rounded ass, her only lightly rounded belly, then upward to her jutting full tits. Her face had a delicate bone structure and petite features. Her long hair looked inky in the darkened office, but he could see it flowing and tumbling down her back and over her shoulders. For a second, a split second, Christian toyed with the idea of pulling the condom off and pushing his bare dick far up into her. Pregnancy be damned he thought briefly, before regaining what little power he had to think logically. He left the condom in place. "Come to me, Christian. Fuck me!" Emily called softly. She had never asked to be fucked. Not in those words. Lust rolled through Christian, as he went to her. He gently turned her so her back was to him, and she looked out the big window. He placed the length of his shaft between her perfect ass cheeks and rubbed it up and down her crack. She moaned. He pushed her upper body forward toward the windows, until she was almost pressed against them. Christian looked over her shoulder and was rewarded to see what he suspected he would see. Emily's tits were intermittently spurting milk against the glass He watched for a moment while the creamy milk cascaded down the glass. Christian used his hands to force Emily's legs further apart. He then took her hands and placed them high up on the glass, to brace her body. She looked to be in a stance that maybe the police would order a criminal to take. It was hot. She was almost in the perfect position for him to penetrate her, but he needed her to bend just a little further over. Wrapping his muscular arm around her middle, he pulled her lower body a few inched back toward him. She was bent more now, with her hands above her head on the glass. Christian reached between her legs, spread her moist slit and rubbed her erect clit. Emily found herself purring within seconds. She could cum already, but she was desperate to feel him move inside her. "Fuck me, Christian! I need to feel you inside me!" She begged. Christian bent his legs, positioned his cock near her opening, than thrust up deeply into her with one fluid motion. He panted while he found his rhythm. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." They moaned in unison. They were one, and they were now rushing toward the same goal. Christian made short, maddening strokes in and out of Emily's cunt. The friction of his rock hard cock set off wave after wave of small orgasms deep within her. Emily cried out with pleasure when Christian reached above her and placed his hands on top of hers. He was wedged so deeply inside her. She pushed back onto him. He stopped moving, and let her take over their pleasure. Emily wiggled and rounded her hips on the pole that was impaling her. She wasn't tall enough to lift up off of him, so he remained so very deeply inside her. Her milk was gushing uncontrollably onto the glass and running down. Emily wanted to care about the mess, but she just didn't. She only cared about the cock buried deeply inside her, and the man attached to it. Christian resumed his thrusting into Emily. He could feel himself getting close. He took his hands down off of hers, and lovingly placed them over her tits. It shouldn't have surprised him to find them spitting milk rapidly. The warmth of the fluid filled his hands. He rubbed her tits, and milked her. "Oh...Christian...Oh...oh....uhhhhhhhh!" Emily flowed from a series of tiny orgasms into one hard, trembling climax that left her weak in the knees. Luckily for Emily, her lover was strong. He held her upright, and then gently pressed her upper body fully against the window. Her breasts were pressed almost flat against the cool glass while he frantically thrust his way toward his own climax. Emily cried out in shocked dismay when Christian suddenly pulled his dick fully out of her body. She felt suddenly so empty. Her head was swimming. Christian spun her around in one motion and lifted her clear off the floor. He pressed her back to the glass and pushed his cock into her dripping cunt. Instinctively, Emily wrapped her legs around Christian's hips and held onto his shoulders. He pounded deeply into her body, using gravity to get deeper and deeper into her. Her tits streamed milk onto his chest, and it ran down to where their bodies were joined. Emily could feel him getting close to his release. Christian captured her mouth in a kiss while he buried himself to the hilt one last time and shot loads of sticky cum into the condom buried deep within her. He grunted into her mouth while his body tensed one last time. Christian's 2nd Date with Emily Ch. 02 After his own powerful orgasm he felt weak as well. Regretfully he pulled his slightly softening dick from her body, and carefully placed her back onto her own two feet. He then quickly pulled the filled rubber off his cock and threw it into the wastebasket by his desk. Without words he took Emily's hand again, and brought her along with him to the sofa. He sat down, breathing heavily from his exertion. Emily was breathing heavily as well, when she climbed onto the sofa and lay down beside him. She placed her head onto his lap and promptly fell into a sex-induced rest. Following her lead, Christian let his head fall back against the sofa and allowed his eyes to drift closed. "I am so sorry Sir!" Someone called, causing Christian's eyes to snap open, only to be assaulted by bright flooding lights. He blinked numerous times, before his eyes would focus. Then he saw her, Mattie, one of the office cleaners. She was standing just inside the door. She was keeping her face averted, and Christian glanced down. He was nude, and Emily was lying wide-eyed in his lap facing his belly. She looked terrified as she looked up at him imploringly. Then she looked annoyed, when Christian's cock began to stir near her face. "Mattie, the door was locked!" Christian barked, but then immediately felt guilty for yelling at the lady. "I am so sorry Sir! I just thought that you had locked it by accident. It was dark in here and I couldn't hear anything and no one answered when I knocked..." Mattie stammered. She was clearly frightened for her job. "Actually Mattie, I am sorry. This is my fault, not yours. My girl friend obviously came to pay a special visit. I did lock the door, but you couldn't have known. Can you come back to clean up in a half hour or so?" "Yes sir. Thank you, sir." Mattie ducked out the door and closed it behind her. She left the lights on. Emily felt a thrill at being calling his girlfriend, but she knew it had just been for the poor cleaners benefit. She sprung up into a sitting position, with her eyes rounded and her face flushed. "I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life!" "Oh come on, Em. Do you think this is the first time Mattie has walked in on people having office sex before? It's just a shame, though, because I was going to try to seduce you into letting me fuck you one more time before you run off." Emily glared at Christian. "How can you be so calm about this? We are buck naked!" Christian laughed at his blushing lover. Emily continued to glare, until slowly a smile spread across her face. Christian could see that it annoyed her that he had gotten her to smile, and then before long they were hugging and laughing hysterically at having been caught naked by a cleaner. "This is...not...funny!" Emily gasped out, between fits of giggles. "I was lying in your lap!" "Just your head, really, maybe Mattie thought you were...umm..." Christian glanced down had his thickening pole. God, but he wanted her again, and again, and again! "Stop right there! I have to get home, and I think you mentioned earlier on the phone that you have some contracts to put together." "I do, and I know you need to go home, but Em...can't I just come back to your place with you for a few hours? I have never even seen your home. We could do it on your bed." Christian suggested softly. Emily had gotten up and was searching around the spacious office for her clothes. The lights were on, and she knew that there was a small chance that someone might be able to see her nudity, but she had to get dressed. She just needed clothes, and she could feel under control again. She was thankful that her boobs seemed to be behaving, and weren't dripping milk. She could feel tenderness between her legs from their lovemaking. She avoided looking at Christian. She knew she could cave if she so much as glanced at him. "Please my sweet Emmy!" Christian pleaded. He was slowly gathering his own clothes as well, and was already wearing his boxers. "Where is my bra?" Emily asked. "I will never tell!" "Oh, come on Christian! Where is my bra?" She asked, with exasperation evident in her voice. Despite her bravo, Christian suspected Emily would cave if he so much as touched her. It would be a dirty trick, but Christian wasn't above playing dirty. "May I please come back to your house?" Christian asked mischievously, moving in closer behind her while she bent to pull her panties up her legs. Christian placed his big hands on her hips and pulled her body snugly against his own. He was hard again! He just couldn't control himself around her. Emily felt her nipples respond to Christian's touch, and they began dripping a small amount of milk. It was a wonder to her that she could even still have milk to leak! She had always produced a heavy amount of milk, but since becoming involved with the ultra sexy Christian Drake she seemed to be lactating even more heavily. Emily knew she needed to make space between herself and Christian, so she could think logically. She pulled away and continued to dress. She knew that she could not allow him to come back to her home. What if Lydia or Frank noticed his car? What if they saw him sneaking in or out? Her sister would want to know all sorts of details. Only, Lydia was quite religious and would be seeking details on the romantic relationship. Emily had none to share. There just wasn't a romantic relationship. Sure, they shared dinner at nice restaurants, and perhaps that could be called dating, but mostly they shared their bodies. Frank was also quite religious, and would not appreciate Emily bringing another man under his roof for sex. They had never discussed it, as it hadn't seemed to be an issue when she moved in, but Emily knew what their reaction would be and she couldn't do that to them. Emily herself had been raised religiously, but when she wed she moved away from the Church. Her husband just hadn't been religious. When she divorced, it suited her better to continue to live with God in her heart, but not so heavily in her day to day life. Emily hated feeling guilty, and Church had often left her feeling so. Her affair with Christian was surely sinful, so it was best this way. "Christian, I'm sorry, but I can't..." Emily said, while she pulled her sweater over her braless torso. "Seriously, what did you do with my bra? I didn't even see you take it!" "I just want to keep it for a while." He smiled devilishly. Truth was he had no idea where her bra had gotten too. He had simply pulled it from her body and tossed it. "Well, you may keep it for a bit, but I don't want it back with any conspicuous spots on it!" Emily joked. "As I recall, when I took it off your body, it was already quite wet with your creamy milk. Any stains, can hardly be pinned on me!" Their playful banter caused Emily to think about things she couldn't think about when it came to Christian. It made her have wants to allow him to come back to her apartment, and let him fuck her into oblivion. It made her wish she could introduce him to her family. It made her want to stop thinking about when all this amazing sex would come to an inevitable end and she would have to go back to her regular life. Sure, she could find another lover. Maybe even a great lover, much like Christian, but for Emily it was a hard thing to do when your breasts sprayed milk during sex. It was just so hard to be comfortable with a new lover, when your body did the most unusual things. "I better get going." Emily said once she was fully dressed. She didn't want to leave him, but she felt she should. "Could you come back to my place for a little?" He asked. He clearly still needed her body. Emily felt drawn to appease both his desires and her own. "We could have sex once more, and then I will let you run off like Cinderella from the ball." He teased lightly. Emily knew, that unlike Cinderella, this Prince Charming wasn't going to come chasing after her with a glass slipper. That didn't stop her from agreeing to go back to his apartment for one last fuck for the night. "Okay...but I can't stay long." She paused and looked around his office. She could see the full condom in the waste basket, and streaks on the glass where her breast milk had run. She felt her face flush. She felt badly for the poor cleaner that was going to be back any minute to witness the mess of their lovemaking. "Don't feel embarrassed." Christian drawled as he pulled her into his arms. She pressed her ear to his chest and could hear the steady thump of his chest. "What we do to each other is beautiful. Natural." He cooed. Emily couldn't agree more. If only she could think of a way to make it last forever. She could at least take one more pleasure from him tonight. It only seemed natural. The worst part was that Emily had found herself feeling happier and more alive than she had been since before her divorce. Even Gracie had made mention of her Mommy seeming more carefree. However, when she looked at the highly sexy Christian Drake who stood before her, she knew what they seemed to have between them couldn't last. He would want to enjoy more women, and before long Emily knew that she and her milking breasts would grow tiresome for him. She was a mother, and he obviously didn't care for the notion of being a father. The look of relief that had washed over his face when she had announced that he had not impregnated her had made that clear to her. Before long, she knew she would have to move on. It would decidedly hurt less that way. She couldn't have gone so far as to say she was falling in love with him, but when his cock was buried so deeply into her body she just felt so very complete. Emily took her own car and followed Christian to his condo. Once inside the apartment they practically raced to the bedroom. Christian had brought his laptop home as well as a stack of files, but he quickly abandoned them just inside the door way. In a short time, Christian was laying naked and flat on his back on his bed. He had somehow convinced Emily to sit on his face. She had been hesitant at first but finally climbed up and did as he asked. She was sitting straddled over his face, while he licked her and tasted her. Her juices made his face wet. She smelled and tasted womanly and wonderful. In no time Emily began to grinding her pussy into his mouth and really worked toward achieving her orgasm on her own terms. When she came, he tasted her fresh flow of creams. His cock pulsed heavily. This woman was going to be the death of him. She whimpered softly with her ebbing orgasm, but she remained over Christian's face until he had sufficiently cleaned her creamy cunt. She then carefully lifted her pussy off of his face. Christian took hold of her hips and guided her back onto his awaiting condom-clad cock. Before she lowered her hips to take him, he released her. He wanted her to do this. In one full movement Emily impaled herself onto his ridged cock and proceeded to ride him good and hard. Christian watched in stunned awe. This was the first time she had ever truly fucked him. Pulling his hands away so he wouldn't reach for her, he almost lazily tucked them behind his head. Emily knew how to work her cunt. She rode him deeply into her body. She rounded and rocked her hips, pushing her clit into his pelvic bone. She shimmied, shook, and pivoted to another wild climax. "Uh...uhh...uhhh...uhh..."She moaned loudly. She showed no evidence of shyness. She was working her body on his, and making them both feel good. Christian felt the heat and tightness in his balls. He could feel his climax coming too. Finally, he allowed himself the luxury of reaching up for her massive bouncing tits. They swayed and bounced every time she lifted up on him and then brought herself back down. They were only dripping a little. Perhaps they had spent most of their milk earlier in the evening, Christian thought. He was corrected when he touched them. He lovingly milked her tits and was rewarded with torrents of her sweet milk spilling forth and onto his chest. "Uhh...Uhhh...Uhhhh..." Emily grunted, grinding her hips harder. "Uhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmm..." She was such a responsive lover. Her head was thrown back, and Christian watched her tits bob up and down with each thrust upward. Milk leaked steadily from her nipples and down her soft creamy stomach. Christian felt her pussy convulse tightly around him then, and he knew she was at the peak of her orgasm. She was so tight, almost milking his cock. Clamping his strong hands onto her rounded hips Christian pulled her tightly down on him. He spewed loads of his hot cum into the condom within her cunt. It was at that moment that Christian vowed to himself that he would find a way to be able to bathe her cunt with his seed again. He felt a primal urge to mark her, to make her his. Christian held Emily tight while their bodies cooled and their breathing came back to normal. He held her closely to his body. She would leave soon, and he would have to get back to his contracts. He already knew that he would miss her. He knew he was in trouble, big trouble!