Hold On

Barmüller collapsed in his chair as if he had been struck by lightning. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn't get a word out.

Emely didn't want to risk that he would regain his senses before she got what she wanted from him, so she pressed on.

“What's the matter, Klaus? Wasn't that what you wanted? To really fuck the cheeky little intern?”

As she said this, she wiggled her ass provocatively.

The sight brought some life back into the devastated department head. He stood up and began fiddling with his pants.

“Just you wait, I'll show you,” he growled through clenched teeth.

I can hardly wait, she thought mockingly, but was careful not to say anything out loud so as not to spoil the mood. The boss should believe that he was the one in charge. She knew all better who was calling the shots here.

By now, Barmüller's pants and underwear were hanging around his knees. He grabbed Emily by the hips and, without any foreplay, pushed his already erect cock into her. To the hilt.

It was only a little uncomfortable because Emily was already soaking wet with anticipation of what was to come. And she had to admit that Klaus wasn't doing too badly. With long, powerful thrusts and a slight swing of his hips, he managed to fill her completely again and again. It actually felt really good, and she hoped he wouldn't come too quickly.

In fact, the DH was athletic and fit and lasted longer than some younger guys Emily had had.

Without consciously thinking about it, she imagined the door opening and the receptionist barging in. How would she react?