Christian's solitary goal for dating Emily Lane was to get her into bed. Sure, she was sexy, intelligent and even funny but he just wasn't looking for anything serious. This was his second date with the redheaded Miss Lane, and he sensed he wouldn't get into her pants on this night. She had barely let him kiss her on their last date. Tonight she would let him kiss her, and maybe even fondle her a little. The next date, she would spread her legs he assured himself. After all, his friends had told him he should try dating single moms.

"They are eager to please." Manny had said.

"Yeah, they are needy or something, so they are up for anything." Logan had added.

Christian's friends had led him astray before, but he wanted pussy so this seemed like something he should give a try. Mostly he had been dating ball busting bitches, so maybe a motherly touch might just be what the doctor ordered. Her tits were huge, and he couldn't seem to stop thinking about sucking on them. He knew it must have been a trick of lighting or the colour she was wearing, but her tits even looked bigger on this date than they had on the last date. Christian felt his cock stir a little in his pants.

"So, tell me more about your work?" Christian heard Emily ask.

"Not much to tell. I wine and dine clients. Kiss their ass and hope to sign them on as clients for our ad firm. I am currently tugging a car company along by their dicks. They are on the verge of signing." When Christian stopped speaking he noticed the pursed lips of his date. She looked as if she had sucked on a lemon. What did he say that was so wrong? He ran it back through his mind and realized that his language would have been ok with his friends, but probably wasn't ok with his date.

"Sorry about that. Why don't you tell me about your work? You were so vague last time."

"I am sorry about that. I just don't feel comfortable talking about my work. It's a bit unusual." She said, while sipping from her glass of water.

"Would you like a glass of wine instead of that water?" Christian asked, hoping the wine might loosen her up a little. When she shook her head negatively he didn't push her. "So, what is so unusual about being a nurse?" He smiled at her encouragingly. Maybe she would open up with some goodhearted prompting. He would be buried between her legs soon enough – wine or no wine!

"So you promise not to make an obviously shocked reaction when I tell you?" She asked.

"Trust me, Emily, nothing you could tell me you do within the nursing profession could surprise me. Unless you lied and have a totally different profession?" He smiled encouragingly again and placed his hand over hers.

"No, I am a nurse. I work for a private family and provide night care for their newborn twins."

"I have one question." He chuckled softly and she smiled. "What is so different about that?"

"Well...I am a little more than a nurse. I am a wet nurse. Do you know what that is?" She asked.

Christian felt dumb struck. Sure, he knew what a wet nurse was, but he didn't realize that they still existed. He also didn't understand how she could be a wet nurse when she had told him on their last date that her daughter was already five and in Kindergarten.

"You promised not to look shocked!" She chastised.

"I'm sorry. I just don't understand." The waiter interrupted them then. He took their order, and then moved along. Neither of them spoke until he left.

"What are you confused about? I care for and breast feed their newborn twins. They are a very wealthy couple and can afford to have a private nurse do the care that is less appealing to them. They like to sleep at night." Emily batted her big green eyes at Christian. She was clearly playing dumb. She knew what confused him, but she wanted to force him to ask. He wasn't shy, and he would surely ask.

"How can you still breast feed when your own child is already five? Why is your body still producing milk, and enough for not just one baby, but two?" Christian felt a little weird about this revelation. It didn't bother him that she had been married before. It didn't bother him that she had been pregnant before, and had a baby pass through her cunt. But it did bother him a little that apparently her breasts still held milk, and she still fed babies from them. This made his feel funny about curvetting her cunt to shove his cock into. She seemed even more motherly, and her tits seemed more like a method of nourishment than bouncy playthings. He suddenly felt a bit dirty.

"Well, the truth is that I have always had milk in my breasts since I hit puberty, but it only came out with a lot of nipple stimulation." The waiter came to top up their glasses, his with wine and hers with ice water. If he had heard the Emily's last sentence he did not let on. When he walked off again, Emily continued. "I'll try to keep this short, but it all started four years ago. Around the time that my daughter turned one and my husband and I split up. I was at a "baby and me play centre" when another mom came up to me to gently let me know that my breasts had leaked and I had big wet spots on my shirt. I was so embarrassed at first, but then she followed me to the washroom so she could hold Gracie, while I tried to get myself cleaned up." Emily paused to take a sip of her water.

"The other woman suddenly broke down crying. She told me how her surrogate mother was due to give birth within the next week, and she wished she could produce milk to feed her newborn. She explained to me that she felt like a failure, because not only could she not have her own baby, but she couldn't feed a baby from her body. She felt like less of a woman and less of a mother. I felt bad telling her that I was actually trying to get my milk to dry up. That is when she proposed the idea of being a wet nurse for her." Emily became quite again as the waiter brought their meals to the table, and didn't start to talk again until the waiter was out of earshot.

"Of course I thought about it for a few days, and she called me every day so and finally I decided to do it. The obscene amount of money they were willing to pay me also helped. So, I left my full time job as a registered nurse and went to work for this woman and her husband. I fed their daughter all night and pumped breast milk to nourish the child during the day. When their daughter became old enough to wean, they suggested to a friend of theirs that they should hire me to do the same for them. Ever since then I have been passed from one family to another. I feed the infants until they are sleeping through the night and are ready to be weaned, and then I move to the next family. My breasts have maintained a heavy amount of milk the whole time." She finished her story and sat silently. She clearly thought the date was over, but oddly enough, Christian felt his cock stirring again. Something about the idea of her big tits leaking milk made his feel a little hot under the collar.

"Well, that is interesting." He said somewhat stupidly.

"I know...I made you feel awkward, right? See, that is the problem with my profession. It makes people feel weird, especially men." She took a dainty bite of her salmon. He took a manly sized bite of his steak. They chewed in silence. The dinner conversation lilted considerable after that.

After dinner they stepped outside into the cool night air. Emily pulled her fancy wrap around her body. Her breasts were engorged and felt a little sore. She would have to pump tonight, as this was her one night off. No matter how often she pumped she was always seemed to have a full supply, and tonight was no different. She would spend at least an hour this evening pumping. It was both a gift and a curse.

"I know I am not exactly what you thought I was, so I won't be hurt if you just take me home. Thank you so much for such a wonderful evening out." Emily said to Christian once the valet brought his car and they got in.

"What would make you think that? I am sorry our conversation got awkward during dinner, but I thought maybe we could go back to my place for a drink. I am not as bothered by your work as you seem to think. It's natural, right? You provide care and nourishment for babies, what is wrong about that?" Christian put his sporty car into drive, hit the gas and shot out of the restaurant's driveway.

"Well, maybe that didn't creep you out, but the reason I have for NOT going to your place will." She said.

"Why is that?" Christian asked, curious but not put off by her slight rejection. He fully intended to take this woman home tonight. He fully intended to put his cock into as many of her holes as she was willing to let him.

"I am quite engorged. I need to go home and pump. Also, there is my daughter. I should get home to her." Emily explained in a small voice. She felt like a cock-tease suddenly.

"Emily, you live with your parents, right?"

"My sister actually, and I can see what you are getting at. Yes, my sister is watching Gracie, so she is perfectly fine. That doesn't change the fact that my breasts are rock hard with milk that needs to be pumped out."

"Is the breast-pump the only method to get the milk out?" Christian asked mischievously.

Emily was silent for several minutes. She looked out the window, but only saw her own reflection lit by the green dashboard lights. "No." She said quietly.

"What is another method?"

"To manually express it, but it takes much longer and can be uncomfortable." Emily adjusted the seatbelt over her tender boobs. It seemed like a vice all of a sudden.

"Can we just be blunt, Emily? I tend to pretty blunt." Christian glanced at her, and then back to the dark road in front of him. He was driving toward his home, not hers.

"Sure. Be blunt." She was a daring soul, and for some reason Christian made her feel heated in a way her husband and subsequent boyfriends never had.

"I want to get into your pants." He looked at her face. "Or skirt, as the case may be. So, do I stand a chance of that tonight?"

Again, Emily was silent for a long, long time. She kept her eyes trained on the on the passenger window. Christian wasn't sure if she was even going to answer him, and if she did he was sure it would be to flatly turn him down. What he didn't realize was that Emily was waging a major internal war. She had not been intimate with anyone since her divorce from her ex-husband, Lenny. Lenny, had always accepted her milking breasts, but she had stayed away from intimacy with other men for fear that they would find it gross and a turn off. She just couldn't bring herself to trust other men with her body's quirk. Milk spraying or leaking from a woman's breasts during sex, just wasn't for all men. Larry had quite liked it. He also liked how easy it was to make her cum. Sometimes all he had to do was play with or suck her nipples and she could cum. She was just orgasmic, and always had been, but when she came her tits sprayed. It just seemed to go hand in hand for her.

"Yes, but..." Emily finally said, cautiously.

"But nothing, we are going to fuck like wild animals. I am going to treat you so good." Christian seemed eager and drove faster.

Once back in Christian's condo apartment they settled in on the sofa. Emily rejected a glass of wine, and finally Christian clued in. Breast feeding women tended not to drink alcohol, although he had known the odd one to enjoy a glass of wine from time to time. Christian grabbed himself a cold bottle of beer, and brought Emily a glass of water. She thanked him, and only shifted slightly when he sat closely beside her on the sofa. When he leaned in for a kiss, she leaned back. Christian had never had a woman so that to him before, and this time he did feel a little rejected.

"Is it my breath?" He asked.

"No, no, not at all! It's just that you pressed into my breasts and they're actually quite painful tonight." She seemed mortified.

"I'm sorry. Is it always like this for you?"

"No, not really, I only get one night off a week, but I usually pump extra milk beforehand so the parent's have it during my night off. So, normally my night off is comfortable. I think I know the problem." She said, shifting her eyes away shyly.

"Why is that?" He probed without noticing her shyness.

"When I am aroused I tend to produce more milk for some reason."She explained.

"Well are you?"

"Am I what? Producing milk or aroused?" She asked.

"Smart ass! Are you aroused?"

"Both." She answered quietly.

"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. So, if I promise not to lean on your breasts, may I kiss you?" Christian didn't bother waiting for a response. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He was careful not to press his chest to hers, but it wasn't easy. They kissed slowly and gently for a long while, until Christian began to shake from his effort to hold his body away from hers.

"If you expel some of the milk, will you be more comfortable?" He asked quietly, as he placed kisses behind her ear and down her neck.

"Yeah...I would. Why don't you play with them?" She asked. This surprised Christian. Had she just asked him to milk her? The idea appealed to him.

"May I open your blouse?"

"Yes..." She hissed, pulling her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. He continued to kiss her there while he reached for the small buttons of her blouse.

It didn't take Christian long to get the blouse completely unbuttoned. She sat forward so he could slip it down her arms and off. Almost lovingly he reached behind her and unlatched her plain white bra. The bra was almost matronly, but it somehow worked for Christian. All the other women he had dated wore expensive high-end lingerie. It was sexy, but it was always the same. Emily's bandage looking bra was different and this intrigued Christian like no swatch of lace ever had. Slowly he drew the bra forward and off of Emily's beautiful body. He placed the bra carefully on the coffee table, noticing the breast pads tucked into it. He ignored them for Emily's sake. They appeared to be drenched.

Christian feasted his dark eyes on her huge, beautiful breasts. Her nipples and areola were a deep shade of pink, almost purple. The nipples were long and rock hard already. Her breasts were long, full, and creamy white. They were simply stunning, and very much leaking milk. Emily seemed very self conscience about this, but Christian was very much turned on by the leaking milk-filled tits before him. He kissed the tops of her tits, and she hissed a breath through her teeth. Did it hurt, or did it feel good? He couldn't tell, but he figured she would stop him if things weren't working for her. "May I suck your nipples?" Christian asked. He looked Emily in the eyes. She seemed unsure, but he could see she wanted to say yes. "Please." He added.

"Do you promise to be gentle? They are so sensitive." She huffed out on short breaths.

"I do promise. I will take care of you."

Emily sat back a little and tried hard to relax. She couldn't believe she was in his apartment already, let alone allowing him to drink her milk from her breasts. This was so out of character for her, but she had just been so horny. Hadn't that been why she had gone out with him in the first place? She suspected he only truly wanted a booty call, and she had liked that possibility even if she wasn't totally sure she would go through with it. She just had such a hard time trusting anyone with her milking breasts. They made her feel like an outcast, but they earned her a good living.

Christian massaged her tits gently. He ran his hands up and down the breasts, but avoided the nipples. They were leaking in earnest now, making Christian feel thankful for his leather sofa. When he couldn't take it any longer and finally used his thumbs and index fingers to playfully roll her nipples. This caused milk to pour over his fingers. His hard cock twitched in his pants. This was the most incredible thing he had ever experienced. He wanted to taste it, so he lowered his face and pulled a thick erect nipple into his mouth. He sucked lightly, and a torrent of her sweet milk filled his mouth. He happily drank it, while he used his other hand to massage the other tit. He noticed her rapid breathing. She seemed to almost be panting. He vaguely noticed the little mewing noises escaping from her and her fluttering hands. She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands. And then she trembled uncontrollably while she had an orgasm.

Christian sat back, stunned, he had never made another woman cum before simply by sucking her nipples. This had been simply amazing. Emily looked sheepish, and tried to pull away from Christian. He was having no part of that. A woman that could climax from breast play was a woman he had to nail. They were both wet from her milk now, and Christian didn't think he had ever been so turned on before in his life.

"Don't be shy, Emily. That was incredible." He looked at her dripping breasts. "Does that one feel any less painful?"

Emily only nodded. That was plenty of encouragement for Christian. He leaned in and captured her other nipple in his mouth. Much like he did with the last one, he drank from her. He suckled gently and pulled the milk from her boob. He thought that a therapist could probably have a field day with his sever erotic reaction to a lactating woman, but he could care less. He was very much enjoying himself, and when Emily shot off with yet another trembling orgasm he knew she was enjoying herself as well.

"Should we move to the bedroom?" Christian asked after a while. Both he and Emily were really wet with breast milk now. Christian felt his shirt stick to his chest with the moisture.

"I...I don't know..." Emily stuttered.

"Oh come on, Em! I just gave you two fantastic orgasms don't you think we owe it to ourselves to see this through?" Christian coaxed.

"Oh, it's not that I don't want to, I do, but I don't want to get my milk all over your bedding. I will really leak a lot of milk the more I climax and as you can tell, I climax pretty easily." She sat forward and perched on the side of the sofa. She was clearly ready to take flight and run off with her gorgeous tits. Christian couldn't allow that.

"Don't you worry about my bedding, Hun. Let me worry about that. If it would make you feel better I can put down some thick bath towels. And for the record, I love those milking breasts of yours. They have me hotter than I ever remember being before."

Emily smiled coyly. She had never been paid such a nice compliment before and she wasn't quite sure how to respond. Her husband had also enjoyed her breasts, but not nearly as much as Christian seemed to be enjoying them. Emily moved her arms and stopped attempting to hide her tits. They dripped constantly now, but they felt much less engorged. She was more comfortable for sure. He had actually drunk a considerable amount of milk from each boob, and he had seemed to very much enjoy the taste. She had tried her own milk before on numerous occasions. It had a sweetness that was surprising at first, but quite nice.

"Let's go to your room." She said finally.

Christian took Emily's hand and led her down the short hall to his bedroom. He left her standing in the entrance way as he lit candles and retrieved towels from his closet. He placed them on the bed. Personally, he didn't care if she drenched his bed with her milk or her pussy juice, but if it would help her to relax and give it over to him he was willing to do what had to be done. She stood at the threshold to the bedroom, watching him. She held her breasts in her hands, but made no attempt to put back on her bra or top. Christian didn't miss the fact that her hands were wet with milk. He suspected the only reason she was holding them was to keep them from dripping onto his floors.
"Let them go...its hardwood." He said softly. He walked over the stood in front of her. Gently he pried her hands from her tits. The full tits sat pretty high considering she had been breastfeeding for so long. The nipples didn't point toward the Heavens, but they didn't point to the floor either. They were perfect and swayed a little when she breathed. They continued to leak. "May I undress you?"

She nodded.

Christian was slow and easy well undressing his newest lover. He slowly drew her very prim skirt down her shapely legs. She wore full white briefs underneath. This was not surprise to him, but it did surprise him that her white cotton granny-panties made him want to devour her. Never had another woman brought on such a strong reaction in him before. Normally he would already be fully embedded in his date's cunt and fucking her like a rag doll, but with Emily and her leaking tits he wanted to take his time and explore. He couldn't go as far as to say that he wanted to make love to her, but he didn't want her to feel used when they were done. Sure, he was still going to fuck the shit out of her, but in a kinder and gentler manner.

Christian drew her underwear down her legs. She stepped out of the skirt and underwear at the same time. He tossed them aside, but when he noticed her worried expression, he pulled the skirt back and laid it nicely over a chair. She was a mother, she would be thinking about how much her skirt may wrinkle, and then everyone might suspect her naughty nocturnal pleasures. She visibly relaxed, and he finally allowed himself to take a good look at her nicely shaved pussy. It had a little hair on the pubic mound, but being a beautiful golden red shade it hardly stood out. Christian didn't have a huge preference when it came to the pubic hair of his lovers. As long as he didn't need a weed-wacker to get to her slit, he was happy, but looking at Emily's perfect mound was maybe swaying him to have a preference. She was it.

"You are simply stunning." He said in awe. She smiled and her breasts released more milk.

He just had to taste here there. Standing fully upright, Christian tugged Emily to the bed. He placed her over the bed, with her legs hanging over the edge. She watched him over her huge tits, as he undressed. He had a great body. Lean and muscular, as well as tall and dark; too good looking for sure. Her eyes went round when Christian dropped his pants and revealed his massive hard dick. She had never taken such a large cock. She had only been with three other men before, two having been when she was in her teens, and then of course her husband. They had not been small men, but probably just average. Christian was assuredly above average, and she guessed him to be a thick nine inches long. Emily felt her breasts filling again. Arousal always made that happen.

Christian knelt down on the floor beside the bed. He moved in closely to her and forced her to spread her legs to give him access to where he wanted to be. Excitement charged through Emily, and left her body thrumming with her carnal lusts. Christian brought his face near Emily's moist pussy. He could smell her musky arousal. She could feel his breathing on her most private place. He just held his mouth there above her for what felt like a long time. The waiting for him to touch her with his mouth had Emily's nipples expelling milk rapidly. It leaked down her tits and ran down her sides to the soft towel beneath her. She felt as if she had become so tightly wound that all he would have to do is nuzzle her pussy and she would blow off with an orgasm.

Her clit throbbed when he ran his tongue up and over her smooth outer lips. He nuzzled his nose into her light patch of pubic hair. He repeated this several times, and Emily felt closer and closer to another climax. When he finally used his fingers to spread her wet lower lips, then run his tongue over her erect clit she almost came off the bed with her hard orgasm. Christian watched Emily buck wildly under his mouth which was hot, but what really made him hot was looking up to see her breasts manically spurting milk. Christian had never cum in his pants before, but this was one time when he had come close.

Once Emily calmed, and her breathing came back to normal Christian carefully inserted two fingers into her cunt. He stroked the inside of her pubic mound with his long fingers. He was trying to find the spongy tissue of her G-spot. She was so wet around his fingers, and Christian could still feel the odd clench of her pussy from her ebbing climax. When he did hit the right spot he knew it. Her back arched from the mattress and she sucked in her breath and held it. He kept his pressure constant as he pulled and pushed his fingers over and G-spot quickly. Emily writhed around his hand.

"Ohh...uhh...uhh..."

Christian leaned forward again, and brought his mouth to her pussy. Her musk was pungent and intoxicating. He pushed his tongue passed her outer lips and languidly explored her pussy- the tastes and textures, the aroma and wetness. Within minutes he brought her easily off again. This time she came so hard that she pulled her legs tightly together capturing his head against her pussy.

She cried out loudly, "Oh! Oh! Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

When her powerful climax finally subsided, she released Christian from the vice her legs had created. He gently eased his fingers out of her sucking snatch. He tasted them. She watched him from under heavily hooded eyes. Her tits were letting loose torrents of milk. Christian decided he wanted to feel that milk on his hot cock. He took her by her hand and helped her into a sitting position. She seemed unsure when he moved his cock in closer to her face. He knew she would suck him if he asked, but that wasn't what he wanted at that moment. He stood above her, lifted one of her leaky tits and slowly milked it from the base to the nipple. Streams of milk sprayed out, and onto Christian's hand and cock. It felt luxurious as the tiny streams of milk bathed his cock.

When Christian felt the persistent tightness in his balls, he knew he had to be in her. She seemed to sense this too, and they both shifted back onto the bed. Christian climbed between Emily's legs and spread them wide so he could take a good long look at her spread cunt, flat stomach and amazing tits. She was so fucking hot that she made him think about things he didn't want to think about. Emily Lane was only supposed to be a onetime fuck, but she had him wanting more. He didn't like this train of thought, but he didn't have the time or desire to talk himself down at that moment.

Christian picked up Emily's legs and placed them up on his shoulders. Taking his huge erection in hand he positioned the purple head at her wet entrance. She seemed ready and eager for him to burry himself in her. She wriggled her pussy, begging him with her body language to fuck her. He wasn't about to let her down, so he thrust hard and felt his rock hard stick push into her hot wet hole. She was much tighter than he had thought she would be. After all, she had given birth before. He had heard women tend to be looser after giving birth. Maybe he had heard wrong. He could care less as he slowly worked his cock up into her squeezing cunt. It felt excruciatingly good.

Emily had never felt so full before in her life. She could already feel her orgasm building. Her milk was spilling from her boobs and running everywhere. It didn't bother her in the least, in fact it actually felt erotic and made her that much hotter. Emily had never taken such a big cock, and she suspected that when Christian thrust deeply she would feel his cock head against her cervix. While Christian made slow short strokes in and out of her pussy, Emily had a feeling that she was forgetting something. Something important, but at that moment she just didn't care to try to figure it out. Christian was making longer and deeper strokes into her, and she felt as if she would surely free fall over the edge into a wild orgasm at any moment. And no sooner had that thought entered her head when she did. It wasn't just one toe curling orgasm thought, it was a never ending series of orgasms that racked her body and left her feeling weak.

Christian continued to fuck her harder and harder, and finally during one of his hardest and deepest thrusts he painfully pounded into her cervix. Emily yelped once and then saw stars for several seconds, but that passed quickly and she flowed back into another series of climaxes. He felt a like a rock was wedged up inside her. He angled his hips and continued to pound himself into her. He was hitting new spots that may never have been hit before, or if they had been it had been long forgotten. Emily knew she was very orgasmic, but she had had no idea her body could deliver this!

Christian reached for Emily's tits, which were now spaying milk almost continuously. He pulled on her nipples almost roughly and the milk actually streamed onto his chest. This surprised and pleased Christian. He watched Emily closely. Her head was thrown back into the feather pillow, and her golden red hair was spread like a hallo around it. Her lips were parted, to allow her to attempt to breathe between long moans and loud grunts. Her skin was fair and creamy with a light dusting of freckles over her face, at the top of her chest, across her shoulders and down her arms. He would have to play connect-the-dots one day. He would have to have her again; he knew this like he knew he needed his next breath. Emily and her milky tits were bewitching him.

He couldn't take it any longer he needed to cum. His balls were painfully tight with his need. He thrust deeply, bumping her cervix again but with a little less thrust this time. She didn't cry out, and he kept his strokes long and deep. Finally when he felt his seed speeding up from deep within his balls he pushed as hard into her as he could. His crotch pressed fully against her pussy. Emily screamed with one last hard climax and then her eyes fluttered open, only to roll back into her head. In a matter of seconds, Christian found himself spewing his seed deeply into the cunt of an unconscious woman. This didn't stop him as stream after stream of his hot spunk unloaded into her body. When he finally felt empty he pulled his wet dripping dick from her snatch, and a stunning amount of cum flowed out of her and spilled down her ass cheeks. Placing her legs gently onto the bed, Christian collapsed next to his unconscious, but raggedly breathing lover.

The towels he had placed onto the bed were drenched with her milk and their cum. He didn't care at all. That had been one of his most powerful orgasms ever. He had never made another woman pass out during sex either. This pleased him to no end. If he could breathe normally he might have celebrated, but as it was he could hardly function let alone think clearly. Then he also slipped into a sexually exhausted sleep. He wasn't out long, when something startled him awake. His eyes flipped open to catch Emily trying to sneak out of the room with her clothes in her arms.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Oh, I am sorry. I thought you were sound asleep."

"So what if I was? Where are you sneaking off too?"

"I wasn't sneaking!" She said indignantly. "It's just my Gracie..." Emily stopped speaking when she noticed Christian's cock twitch a little against his leg. She could see he was getting hard again, and her breasts instantly reacted with a surge of milk leaking from them.

Christian glanced at his bedside clock. It said midnight. "Isn't Gracie sleeping by now? How can she miss you if she is off in dreamland?" He asked smartly.

"Well, I..." Emily fumbled to catch her leaking milk. It spread through her fingers, and he was pretty close to hard now.

"You just gave me the most powerful orgasm of my life." Christian confessed. "And if I am not mistaken, I just gave you the most powerful orgasms of your life! Don't you think we owe it to each other to have a round two before you have to go home? And besides, how were you going to get home? I drove, remember?"

"I was going to call a cab." Emily said simply. She couldn't pull her eyes from his elongated dick. It stood up and against his belly. He sat up, and Emily almost wanted to run from the room. She almost hadn't survived their last fuck. He had actually fucked her unconscious! She wasn't sure her body could withstand a round two so soon.

Christian got up from the bed, and he went to the small woman and took her in his arms. He kissed her slowly and gently. He could feel her become putty in his hands. As soon as he touched her, he could feel her relent. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She would happily spread her legs and allow him to pleasure them both again and again. They continued to kiss, with their tongues playing between their mouths. He took her wet tits in his hands and rubbed the tight nipples against his chest. Milk poured from them and ran down his flat abs and into the dark thatch of pubic hair above his erect manhood. She would do anything he asked.

Breaking the kiss ruthlessly, Christian spun Emily around so that her back was too him. He knocked the clothes from her arms and then held her by her upper arms while he pressed his cock into the small of her back. She groaned as he rubbed his dick against her back, and then down to the crack of her ass. She had a beautiful apple round ass. He wondered briefly how it would feel to wedge his dick up into her rectum. The idea made his cock throb almost painfully, but from experience that was something you trained a woman to enjoy especially when your dick was the size of his. He vowed to one day to talk her into undergoing anal training.

For now he pressed his body against hers and forced her to walk out of the bedroom. Staying close against her he forced her to walk to his dining room. Once there, he instructed her to lean over his dark wood table. When she did so her ass stuck up in the air. He helped her spread her legs. He could see her pussy lips framed by her legs. She was a little red and swollen there, and this made his feel virile. He had marked her and she would feel it for the rest of the day. Christian looked over Emily's shoulder and was disappointed to see her tightly clasping her breasts.

"Brace yourself on the table." He instructed as he playfully stroked her cunt with his hand. She quickly began to purr and push her pussy back against his hand, but she was still holding her breasts.

"I don't want to leak my milk all over your table. I am serious, Christian; if you fuck me here, when you are done there will be a puddle!"

"That is why I want to fuck you here, now release those perfect tits of yours and brace yourself on the table. Palms flat again the wood." Christian watched as Emily let go of her tits and her milk began to rapidly drip onto the table. Her hands were wet from her efforts to staunch the flow. He moved back behind her and grabbed his dick. The stiff prick was so hard that it resisted being pushed down, but he pushed harder so he could mount her from behind. He pressed into her hard and fast, he had no desire for carefully loving her this time. He wanted to ride her hard and make her cum again and again.

Emily felt impaled on Christian's huge rod. Everything jiggled when he slammed into her. Her tits rocked and swayed violently while her milk literally sprayed jet streams all over his table. She would have felt terribly uncomfortable by this, if it hadn't been for the fact that he seemed genuinely turned on by it.

"Lick some of it up Emily!" Christian grunted, while he worked hard behind her.

Emily didn't think twice, she just acted. She leaned forward, pressing her tits against the table well she brought her face down and licked her milk from the tabletop. This seemed to please Christian, as his thrust became faster. Emily felt the beginning of a climax. She knew from experience it would build quickly. Without intentionally doing so, Emily began pushing back onto Christian's cock, fucking herself on his erection. She met him perfectly for each thrust and he went so deeply into her. So, deep that it felt as if his load of cum might end up in her throat. He was reaching her womb with every thrust, but he wasn't banging it painful. Her body suddenly jerked and shook hard with her orgasm. A gush of wetness flowed around his cock and leaked onto her thighs. She grunted with her face pressed against the table, wet with milk. Her hair was wet with her own milk.

Watching Emily cum so hard and seeing her beautiful face pressed against his table in her own creamy milk was Christian's undoing. Taking his cock as deeply as he could he once again he bathed her womb with his cum. His cock twitched inside her throwing off spurt after spurt of his hot load. Her pussy overflowed and more of their mixed cum poured out and down her thighs. That is when it hit them both. The important thing they had both forgotten. A condom!

"Fuck!" Christian hissed, pulling his softening cock from her cunt. "Please tell me you are on the pill?"

"I...umm....no. I can't be. I have to stay off the pill so I can safely breastfeed the babies." Emily explained, turning to look at Christian. His face was red, and his cock was limp against his leg. Her throat felt dry. They had both messed up, big time.

"Ok...did you use any other method to protect yourself?" He asked incredulously.

"No...Due to synthetic hormones in most contraceptives I can't ethically use them. I only feel truly safe using condoms." Tears brimmed in Emily's eyes. This seemed to soften Christian's anger a little. He stepped forward and took her in his arms.

"Ok, sweetie, I am sure we are all worried about nothing. What are the odds, right?" He didn't bother suggesting the morning after pill. She would reject that to preserve the safety of her breast milk. He had to convince himself that the window of ovulation is relatively small, so odds were against her becoming pregnant from this one glorious night. Christian hugged her tightly to him, trying to calm them both.

Emily's milk leaked between them, running down both of their stomachs. What were the odds? She thought while counting off the days of her cycle in her own head. Oh, shit! Emily thought to herself. Oh shit!