Incest The Insatiable Ones - Leverage sex to grow business, with full family involvement

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Part Twelve: The Business Venture Launch

Two weeks later, all six of them sat around the polished conference table in a lawyer's office in Fort, Mumbai's historic business district. The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the documents spread before them.

"Apex Ventures Private Limited," the lawyer said, sliding the incorporation papers across the table. "Equal partnership among all six directors. Registered capital of one crore rupees, with provisions for expansion."

Arjun picked up the papers, scanning the details. Investment banking, real estate development, business consulting—all legitimate services that would form the foundation of their operation. What wasn't written anywhere was the other half of their business model.

"Perfect," he said, signing his name with a flourish before passing the papers to Priya.

She signed next, her hand steady, a small smile playing on her lips. *We're really doing this,* she thought. *Building something extraordinary.*

Asha signed after Priya, then Ajay, then Rohan, then Arjun and finally Neha. When the last signature was in place, they all looked at each other, the weight of what they'd just created settling over them.

"To Apex Ventures," Rohan said, raising an imaginary glass. "May we build something incredible."

"And profitable," Ajay added with a grin.

"And pleasurable," Priya said, her eyes sparkling.

They all laughed, the tension breaking, replaced by excitement and anticipation.

---

The office space they'd leased was on the eighth floor of a modern building near Horniman Circle. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered views of the Arabian Sea in the distance. The interior was sleek and professional—glass-walled conference rooms, ergonomic furniture, state-of-the-art technology.

But there were subtle touches that hinted at the company's true nature. The private lounge Each of the executive suites had an attached bedroom, ostensibly for late-night work sessions.

"This is perfect," Priya said, walking through the space on their first day. She wore a fitted black dress that hugged her post-pregnancy curves, her breasts still full from nursing, her hips wider than before. "Professional enough for legitimate clients, but flexible enough for... other activities."

"Exactly what we need," Arjun agreed. He was dressed in a sharp suit, looking every bit the successful businessman. "Now we need to staff up. Carefully."

Over the next week, they conducted interviews. Most candidates were screened out quickly—too conservative, too judgmental, too rigid in their thinking. But a few stood out.

Vikram Desai was a talented financial analyst in his early thirties, openly gay, with a sharp mind and an even sharper wit. During his interview, when Arjun carefully probed about his comfort with unconventional business practices, Vikram had smiled knowingly.

"I understand that building relationships sometimes requires... flexibility," he'd said. "I'm very comfortable with that."

Pooja Nair was a senior marketing executive in her late twenties, beautiful and confident, with extensive experience in client entertainment. When Priya asked her directly about her willingness to use personal charm to close deals, Pooja had laughed.

"I've been doing that for years," she'd said. "The difference is, most companies pretend it doesn't happen. I appreciate that you're being honest about it."

Deepak Malhotra was a real estate specialist with deep connections in government and politics. He was in his forties, married, and refreshingly open about his lifestyle preferences.

"My wife and I have an understanding," he'd explained during his interview with Rohan. "We both enjoy... variety. And I know how to leverage relationships to get things done in this city."

By the end of the second week, they had a core team of eight employees, all carefully vetted, all understanding the unique culture they were building.

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On Friday evening, after the new employees had left for the day, the six partners gathered in the executive lounge. Priya had called this meeting specifically to discuss training.

"Asha, Neha," she began, sitting on the edge of the desk, her dress riding up slightly to reveal her thighs. "You both have natural charm and beauty. But there's an art to using sexuality strategically in business. It's not just about being attractive—it's about reading people, understanding what they want, knowing when to push and when to hold back."

Asha leaned forward, her eyes intent. She wore a deep red saree that showed off her curves, her blouse cut low enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. "Teach us, bhabhi. We want to learn."

Neha nodded eagerly. She was dressed in a fitted salwar kameez, more conservative than the others but still flattering to her figure. "I've never done anything like this before. I need to know how."

"First," Priya said, standing and walking slowly around the room, "you need to understand that this is about power. Sexual power. When a man—or woman—desires you, you have leverage. But you can't be obvious about it. Subtlety is key."

She moved behind Asha, placing her hands on her shoulders. "The way you dress matters. You want to be professional but alluring. Show just enough to make them imagine more."

Her hands slid down Asha's arms, and Asha shivered slightly at the touch. *Priya's hands feel so good,* she thought. *I want more.*

"The way you move matters," Priya continued, her voice low and sultry. "Every gesture should be deliberate. When you lean forward to show interest, make sure they notice your cleavage. When you cross your legs, do it slowly. Make them watch."

She demonstrated, sitting on the couch and crossing her legs with deliberate slowness, her dress riding up to reveal more thigh. All three men in the room were watching intently, their arousal obvious.

"And most importantly," Priya said, standing again, "you need to read them. Watch their body language. Notice what makes them lean in, what makes their pupils dilate, what makes them shift in their seats. Then give them more of that."

"Can you show us?" Neha asked, her voice slightly breathless. "Practically, I mean?"

Priya smiled. "I was hoping you'd ask."

She turned to Arjun. "Come here."

Arjun stood and walked over, his cock already hardening in his trousers. Priya placed her hand on his chest, looking up at him through her lashes.

"Watch how I touch him," she said to Asha and Neha. "Not grabbing, not aggressive. Just... suggestive."

Her hand slid down his chest slowly, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. Arjun's breathing quickened.

"See how his body responds?" Priya said. "That tells me I'm doing it right."

Her hand moved lower, brushing against the bulge in his trousers. Arjun groaned softly.

"Now," Priya said, stepping back, "Asha, you try. With Rohan."

Asha stood, her heart racing. *I can do this,* she thought. *I want to do this.*

She walked over to Rohan, who was sitting on the couch, and placed her hand on his shoulder. She leaned down, her breasts close to his face, and whispered in his ear.

"Do you want me, Rohan?"

"Fuck yes," Rohan breathed, his hands moving to her hips.

"Good," Asha said, straightening up. "But you have to wait. Anticipation is part of the game."

She moved away, swaying her hips deliberately, and Rohan groaned in frustration.

"Perfect," Priya said with approval. "Neha, your turn. With Ajay."

Neha stood nervously, then walked over to where Ajay was sitting. She knelt in front of him, her hands on his thighs, looking up at him.

"Is this right?" she asked softly.

"Very right," Ajay said, his voice strained. His cock was rock hard, straining against his trousers.

Neha's hands moved higher, brushing against his erection, and Ajay hissed in pleasure.

"See?" Priya said. "You're both naturals. Now let's take it further."

She moved to Arjun and began unbuttoning his shirt, her movements slow and deliberate. "When you're ready to escalate, do it gradually. Build the tension."

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest, then ran her hands over his skin. Arjun's cock was fully hard now, tenting his trousers obviously.

"Asha, Neha," Priya said, "undress your partners. Slowly."

Asha moved to Rohan, her hands trembling slightly with excitement. She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest, then leaned down and kissed his neck. Rohan groaned, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing through the saree.

Neha was more hesitant, but she began unbuttoning Ajay's shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly. When his chest was bare, she ran her hands over his muscles, feeling them flex beneath her touch.

*He's so strong,* she thought. *So masculine. I want him.*

"Good," Priya said. "Now, when you're with a client, you need to make them feel like they're the most desirable man in the world. Worship their bodies. Make them feel powerful."

She dropped to her knees in front of Arjun and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his trousers and boxers in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, about eight inches, thick, the head already glistening with precum.

"Watch," Priya said to the other women, then took Arjun's cock into her mouth.

She sucked him slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand stroking the base. Arjun groaned loudly, his hands moving to her hair.

*She's so good at this,* Arjun thought, watching his wife's lips stretch around his cock. *And she's teaching the others. This is so fucking hot.*

After a minute, Priya pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Your turn, Asha. Show me what you can do."

Asha moved to Rohan, who quickly stripped off his remaining clothes. His cock was about seven inches, thick, cut, already leaking precum. Asha knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth, sucking eagerly.

*His cock tastes so good,* she thought, taking him deeper. *I love this. I love being watched while I do this.*

Rohan groaned, his hands gripping the couch cushions. "Fuck, Asha. Your mouth feels incredible."

Neha watched, her arousal building, then moved to Ajay. He stood and stripped quickly, his cock springing free—about eight inches, thick, uncut, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the swollen head.

Neha knelt and tentatively licked the tip, tasting his precum. It was salty, musky, and she found herself wanting more. She took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more confidence.

*I'm sucking my cousin's cock,* she thought, the taboo nature of it making her pussy clench. *And it feels so right.*

Priya stood and moved to the centre of the room. "Now, let's practice together. A client might want more than one woman. You need to be comfortable working as a team."

She gestured for Asha and Neha to join her. The three women stood together, and Priya began undressing Asha, sliding the saree off her shoulders, revealing her voluptuous body—large breasts with dark nipples, a soft belly, wide hips, thick thighs.

"You're beautiful," Priya said, cupping Asha's breasts, squeezing gently. "Never be ashamed of your body. Own it."

She leaned in and kissed Asha, their tongues tangling, and Asha moaned into her mouth. *Kissing Priya feels so good,* she thought. *So soft, so sensual.*

Priya then turned to Neha and began undressing her, revealing her slender body—smaller breasts with pink nipples, a flat stomach, narrow hips, toned legs.

"You're beautiful too," Priya said, kissing Neha's neck. "Different from Asha, but equally desirable."

She kissed Neha on the lips, and Neha responded eagerly, her hands moving to Priya's waist.

The three men watched, their cocks hard, their arousal obvious.

"Now," Priya said, "let's show them what we can do together."

She led Asha and Neha to the large couch, where they all lay down together, their bodies intertwined. Priya kissed Asha while her hand moved between Neha's legs, finding her pussy already wet.

"You're so wet," Priya murmured, her fingers circling Neha's clit. "You're enjoying this."

"Yes," Neha gasped. "I am. I love it."

Asha's hand moved to Priya's breasts, squeezing, and milk immediately leaked from her nipples. Asha leaned down and sucked, drinking the sweet milk, groaning at the taste.

*I'm drinking my bhabhi's milk,* Asha thought, her arousal spiking. *While she fingers my cousin. This is so dirty, so perfect.*

The three men moved closer, their cocks in hand, stroking slowly as they watched.

"Come here," Priya said, gesturing to them. "Join us."

Arjun moved to Priya, positioning himself between her thighs. He thrust inside her in one smooth motion, groaning at the sensation—so wet, so hot, so tight despite having given birth weeks ago.

*I'm fucking my wife while she's with two other women,* Arjun thought as he moved inside her. *And everyone's watching. This is incredible.*

Rohan moved to Asha, who spread her legs eagerly. He thrust inside her, his cock filling her completely, and she moaned loudly.

*I'm being fucked while sucking Priya's tits,* Asha thought, her pleasure building. *This is the best training ever.*

Ajay positioned himself behind Neha, who was on her hands and knees, and thrust inside her from behind. She gasped at the sensation, her pussy stretching around his thick cock.

*I'm being fucked by my cousin,* Neha thought, pushing back against him. *While watching my other cousins fuck. This is so taboo, so wrong, and I love it.*

They fucked like this for several minutes, the room filled with moans, gasps, the wet sounds of sex. Then Priya suggested they switch positions.

"Asha, Neha," she said breathlessly, "lie on your backs. Side by side."

The two women complied, lying on the couch with their legs spread. Priya knelt between them, her face level with their pussies.

"Watch," she said to the men, then leaned down and began licking Asha's pussy, her tongue working her clit.

Asha moaned loudly, her hands moving to Priya's hair. "Oh fuck, bhabhi. Your tongue feels so good."

After a minute, Priya moved to Neha's pussy, licking and sucking with equal enthusiasm. Neha gasped, her hips bucking against Priya's face.

"Now you try," Priya said, pulling back. "Asha, eat Neha's pussy. Neha, when you're ready, return the favor."

Asha moved between Neha's legs and began licking her pussy, her tongue exploring every fold, tasting her juices. Neha moaned, her body responding intensely.

*I'm eating my cousin's pussy,* Asha thought, her own arousal building. *And it tastes so good. I want more.*

Meanwhile, Arjun moved behind Priya, who was on her hands and knees watching the other women. He thrust inside her from behind, his cock driving deep, and Priya moaned loudly.

"Fuck me harder," she gasped. "I want to feel you deep inside me."

Arjun complied, pounding into her, his hands gripping her hips. Milk leaked from her breasts, dripping onto the couch below.

Rohan and Ajay stood on either side of Priya, their cocks level with her face. She took turns sucking them, her mouth moving from one to the other, her tongue swirling around their heads.

*I'm sucking two cocks while getting fucked from behind,* Priya thought, her pleasure building. *While training two women to do the same. This is perfect.*

After several more minutes, the men were all close to cumming.

"Where do you want it?" Arjun asked, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"On our faces," Priya said, pulling away from the cocks in her mouth. "All three of us. Cover us with your cum."

The three women knelt side by side, their faces upturned, their mouths open. The three men stood in front of them, stroking their cocks rapidly.

Arjun came first, his cock pulsing as rope after rope of cum shot onto Priya's face—her cheeks, her lips, her forehead. She moaned, opening her mouth wider, catching some on her tongue.

*I'm being covered in my husband's cum,* Priya thought, her arousal peaking. *In front of everyone. This is so hot.*

Rohan came next, his cum shooting onto Asha's face, coating her cheeks and lips. She moaned, her tongue darting out to taste it.

*I'm covered in cum,* Asha thought, her pussy clenching. *And I love it. I want more.*

Ajay came last, his cum shooting onto Neha's face, splattering across her nose and chin. She gasped, surprised by the intensity, then smiled.

*I'm covered in my cousin's cum,* Neha thought, feeling it drip down her face. *And it feels incredible.*

The three women turned to each other and began kissing, sharing the cum, their tongues tangling, swapping the salty seed between their mouths. The men watched, their cocks already starting to harden again.

When they finally broke apart, all six of them were breathing heavily, their bodies covered in sweat and cum.

"That," Priya said with a satisfied smile, "is how you work as a team."

---

Over the next week, they continued training sessions, each one more elaborate than the last. They practiced different scenarios—entertaining a single client, entertaining multiple clients, handling group situations, managing expectations.

By the end of the week, both Asha and Neha were confident and skilled, ready to put their training into practice.

Meanwhile, Arjun, Rohan, and Ajay had been working the business side, identifying potential clients, researching opportunities, building their network.

On Friday afternoon, Arjun called everyone into the conference room.

"I've found our first major international client," he announced, pulling up a presentation on the screen. "Vikram Malhotra. Real estate tycoon based in Dubai. He's looking to invest in Mumbai property—commercial and residential. Potential deal value: fifty crores."

Everyone leaned forward, their attention focused.

"He's coming to Mumbai next week for preliminary meetings," Arjun continued. "But I think we should go to him. Show him we're serious, that we're willing to invest time and effort into this relationship."

"Dubai," Priya said thoughtfully. "That could work. Luxury setting, away from his usual environment, plenty of opportunities for... entertainment."

"Exactly," Arjun said. "I'm thinking we take a team. Me, Rohan, and Ajay on the business side. Priya, Asha, and Neha for client entertainment."

"When?" Asha asked, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Next weekend," Arjun replied. "We'll fly out Friday evening, spend the weekend with him, close the deal by Sunday."

"What's his background?" Neha asked. "What does he like?"

Rohan pulled up another slide. "Vikram Malhotra, fifty-two years old, married but known to have... flexible arrangements. He's been linked to several high-profile affairs. He appreciates beauty, luxury, and discretion."

"Perfect," Priya said. "We can give him all three."

They spent the rest of the afternoon planning—booking flights, reserving a suite at the Burj Al Arab, researching Vikram's preferences, strategizing their approach.

By the time they finished, everyone was energized, excited, ready for their first major international deal.

"This is it," Arjun said as they prepared to leave for the day. "Our first real test. If we can close this deal, we prove our model works. We prove we can compete at the highest level."

"We'll close it," Priya said confidently. "We have everything we need—business expertise, strategic thinking, and the willingness to use every advantage we have."

"Including our bodies," Asha added with a smile.

"Especially our bodies," Neha agreed.

They all laughed, the tension breaking, replaced by anticipation and determination.

The game was about to go international. And they were ready to win bigger than ever before.