Manik finally released Alya's body from his relentless mouth, her skin marked with a constellation of red bites and suck marks from her breasts to her thighs. She panted, still trembling from the aftershocks, her pussy throbbing from the thorough tongue-fucking he'd given her in the pool. Water dripped from their bodies as he stood, pulling her up with him, his cock straining against his wet pants like a steel rod begging for release.
'Can't stay out here forever,' he whispered, his voice rough with need. 'Nandani might wake up. Let's go to my room—I'll fuck you properly on my bed, then take you out on the balcony where the night air can hear you scream my name.'
Alya's eyes gleamed with wicked hunger. 'Lead the way, boss. I want that thick cock stretching my pussy wide. Pound me until I can't walk straight.'
They climbed out of the pool, grabbing towels to hastily dry off, but Manik couldn't resist dragging the fabric over her nipples, making her gasp as he teased the hardened peaks. He stripped off his pants in the shadows, his erection springing free—long, veined, and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Alya licked her lips, dropping her ruined skirt and blouse to the deck, standing naked and unashamed.
Sneaking through the back door, they tiptoed up the stairs, the house silent except for their quickened breaths. Manik's room was at the end of the hall, far enough from Nandani's guest room—wait, no, this was his marital bedroom, but Nandani had gone to the guest room tonight, claiming a headache. The irony fueled his arousal; he'd defile his own bed with his secretary's scent.
He pushed the door open, locking it behind them, and shoved Alya onto the king-sized bed. The sheets were crisp and white, a stark contrast to the mess they were about to make. She spread her legs immediately, her pussy lips puffy and slick, inviting him in. 'Come on, Manik. Slide that big dick inside me. Fuck me like Nandani never lets you—hard and deep.'
Manik crawled over her, gripping her thighs to yank her closer. He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, coating himself in her juices before thrusting in with one brutal stroke. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, sucking him deeper as she arched off the mattress.
'Fuck, you're so wet for me,' he grunted, pulling back only to slam in again, his balls slapping against her ass. The bed creaked under his rhythm, each pound driving her breasts to bounce wildly. He captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues battling as he rutted into her, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room.
Alya broke the kiss, moaning loudly. 'Yes, harder—ram that cock into my cunt. Make it yours, fill me up with your cum. I love how you stretch me, better than any boring husband could.'
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips to yank her back onto his shaft. From behind, he watched his dick disappear into her, the sight making him thrust faster, deeper. His hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, leaving a pink handprint. 'Take it all, you slutty secretary. This pussy was made for my cock—squeeze it tighter.'
She pushed back against him, grinding her ass into his pelvis. 'Spank me again—punish me for tempting you. Oh god, I'm close—fuck me until I squirt all over your bed.'
Manik reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing furious circles as he hammered into her. Her body seized, pussy spasming around him as she came with a muffled cry into the pillow, her release soaking his balls and the sheets beneath. The sensation tipped him over; he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, hot spurts of cum flooding her depths. 'Take my load—every drop in that greedy hole.'
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breathing heavy, but Manik's cock twitched inside her, already hardening again. He pulled out with a wet pop, cum leaking from her pussy onto the bed. 'Not done yet. Up—balcony's waiting. I want to bend you over the railing and fuck you under the stars.'
Alya grinned, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. 'Lead on. Let the neighbors hear how you own this body.'
The balcony doors slid open silently, cool night breeze washing over their naked skin. The railing overlooked the dark garden and pool below, the city lights twinkling in the distance. Manik pressed Alya against the metal bars, her breasts flattening against the cool surface, nipples pebbling from the chill.
He entered her from behind once more, slower this time, savoring the exposure. The risk of being seen—or heard—amped up the thrill. 'Look at you, bent over like a whore in my house,' he murmured, nipping her earlobe as he began to thrust steadily. His hands roamed her body, one cupping a breast to pinch the nipple, the other sliding down to finger her clit.
Alya gripped the railing, pushing back to meet his strokes. 'Fuck yes—rail me out here. Your cock feels even bigger with the wind on my skin. Deeper, Manik—make my pussy ache for days.'
He obliged, picking up speed, the slap of skin echoing softly into the night. The breeze carried her moans away, but he covered her mouth with one hand anyway, muffling her as he drove into her relentlessly. 'Quiet, or you'll wake the whole neighborhood. But don't stop clenching—milk my dick dry again.'
She bucked wildly, her second orgasm building fast from the illicit setting. 'Can't help it—you fuck me so good. Cum inside me again—mark me as your balcony bitch.'
Manik's hips snapped forward, burying deep as he erupted, ropes of cum painting her insides once more. Alya shattered around him, her pussy fluttering, juices dripping down her thighs to the balcony floor.
They stayed locked together for a moment, catching their breath, before he pulled out, watching his seed trickle from her well-fucked hole. 'Stay the night,' he said, kissing her shoulder. 'We've got more rounds before dawn.'