19-06-2026, 09:27 PM
Part Thirteen: Dubai Expansion - The First Major International Deal
The Emirates flight touched down at Dubai International Airport just after 9 PM on Friday evening. Priya looked out the window at the glittering city below, her heart racing with anticipation.
*This is it,* she thought. *Our first major international deal. Fifty crores. We have to make this work.*
Beside her, Arjun squeezed her hand. "Ready?"
"More than ready," Priya replied with a confident smile.
Behind them, Asha and Neha were equally excited, while Rohan and Ajay discussed last-minute business strategy in low voices.
A luxury car was waiting for them at the airport—a black Mercedes S-Class with a driver in formal attire. They drove through Dubai's spectacular streets, past the towering Burj Khalifa, along Sheikh Zayed Road with its futuristic skyscbangrs, until they reached Jumeirah Beach and the iconic Burj Al Arab.
The hotel rose before them like a giant sail, illuminated against the night sky, the most luxurious hotel in the world.
"Bloody hell," Ajay breathed. "This place is insane."
They were escorted to the presidential suite on one of the upper floors. The suite was enormous—over 8,000 square feet, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the Arabian Gulf, multiple bedrooms, a private cinema, a dining room that could seat twelve, and furnishings that screamed wealth and luxury.
"This must cost lakhs per night," Neha whispered, her eyes wide.
"It does," Arjun confirmed. "But Vikram is paying for it. He wants to impress us as much as we want to impress him."
They had two hours to settle in and prepare before Vikram would arrive for dinner. The women went to one of the bedrooms to get ready while the men reviewed their presentation materials.
Priya stood in front of the mirror, applying makeup with careful precision. She wore a deep red saree with a low-cut blouse that showed off her cleavage—her breasts were still full from nursing Aditya, probably D-cups now, and they looked spectacular. The saree hugged her post-pregnancy curves perfectly, emphasizing her wider hips and fuller figure.
*I look good,* she thought, turning to examine herself from different angles. *Mature, sexy, confident. Vikram won't be able to resist.*
Asha wore a black saree with a gold border, her blouse even more revealing than Priya's, cut so low that the swell of her large breasts was clearly visible. Her body was voluptuous—wide hips, thick thighs, a soft belly, and enormous breasts that strained against the fabric.
*I'm going to seduce a billionaire tonight,* Asha thought, her pussy already getting wet with anticipation. *And help close a fifty-crore deal. This is incredible.*
Neha had chosen a more conservative but still elegant emerald green saree with a fitted blouse. Her slender figure looked graceful and sophisticated, her smaller breasts perfectly proportioned to her frame.
*I'm nervous,* Neha thought, applying lipstick with slightly trembling hands. *But also excited. This is what we've been training for.*
At exactly 10 PM, there was a knock on the suite door. Arjun opened it to reveal Vikram Malhotra.
He was in his early fifties, tall and well-built, with salt-and-pepper hair, and sharp intelligent eyes. He wore an expensive suit that fit him perfectly, and he carried himself with the confidence of a man who'd built an empire worth thousands of crores.
"Arjun," Vikram said, shaking his hand firmly. "Good to finally meet in person."
"The pleasure is ours," Arjun replied. "Please, come in. Let me introduce you to the team."
Vikram entered the suite, his eyes immediately going to the three women standing near the windows. His gaze lingered on each of them, appreciation clear in his expression.
*Fuck, they're all stunning,* Vikram thought, his cock already beginning to stir. *Arjun wasn't exaggerating when he said his team was exceptional.*
"This is my wife, Priya," Arjun said. "She heads our marketing and client relations division."
Priya stepped forward, extending her hand. "Mr. Malhotra, it's a pleasure."
"Please, call me Vikram," he said, taking her hand. His grip was firm, warm, and he held her hand just a moment longer than necessary. "The pleasure is entirely mine."
*She's gorgeous,* Vikram thought, his eyes traveling over her body. *That saree, those curves, that face. I want her.*
"This is Asha," Arjun continued. "She manages our business development."
Asha shook his hand, her smile warm and inviting. "Welcome to Dubai, Vikram."
*Her tits are incredible,* Vikram thought, trying not to stare too obviously. *I can see why Arjun brought her along.*
"And this is Neha," Arjun said. "She handles our IT and operations."
Neha shook his hand more shyly. "Nice to meet you."
*She's beautiful too,* Vikram thought. *More reserved, but there's something intriguing about her.*
"And these are my partners," Arjun said, gesturing to the other men. "Rohan Sharma, our real estate specialist, and Ajay Verma, our sales director."
Handshakes were exchanged, and then they all moved to the dining area where a private chef had prepared an elaborate meal—Arabic mezze, grilled meats, fresh seafood, and expensive wines.
The conversation during dinner was professional at first—discussing Mumbai's real estate market, investment opportunities, regulatory challenges. But as the wine flowed and the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, more intimate.
Priya sat beside Vikram, and she made sure to lean forward whenever she spoke, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She touched his arm when she laughed, let her hand linger on his shoulder when she reached for her wine glass.
*He's responding,* Priya thought, noticing how his eyes kept returning to her breasts. *He wants me. I can feel it.*
Vikram was indeed struggling to focus on the business discussion. His cock was half-hard in his trousers, and he kept imagining what Priya would look like naked, what her breasts would feel like in his hands.
*I need to fuck her,* he thought, his arousal building. *Tonight. I need to feel her pussy around my cock.*
After dinner, they moved to the lounge area. Arjun pulled up a presentation on the large screen, outlining their proposed investment strategy—commercial properties in Bandra and Worli, residential developments in Andheri, a mixed-use project near the new metro line.
But Vikram was barely paying attention. His eyes kept drifting to Priya, who had positioned herself on a sofa across from him, her legs crossed in a way that made her saree ride up slightly, revealing her smooth calves.
Finally, Arjun finished the presentation. "So that's our proposal," he said. "Fifty crores invested over two years, with projected returns of 30-35% annually."
"It's impressive," Vikram said, though his mind was elsewhere. "Very impressive."
There was a moment of silence, and then Priya stood. "Vikram, would you like some entertainment? We've arranged something special for you."
"Entertainment?" Vikram asked, his pulse quickening.
"Just a small performance," Priya said with a mysterious smile. "To thank you for your time and consideration."
She walked to the centre of the room, and Asha dimmed the lights slightly, creating a more intimate atmosphere. Soft music began playing—a sensual Arabic melody with a slow, hypnotic beat.
Priya began to dance.
Her movements were slow, deliberate, her hips swaying to the rhythm. She moved her hands over her body—across her breasts, down her sides, over her hips—in a way that was unmistakably sexual.
*I'm dancing for him,* Priya thought, her arousal building. *Seducing him. And he's completely captivated.*
Vikram watched, transfixed, his cock now fully hard in his trousers. *Fuck, she's incredible,* he thought. *The way she moves, the way she looks at me. I need her.*
Priya moved closer to him, her dance becoming more provocative. She turned around, bending forward slightly, giving him a view of her ass through the saree. Then she straightened and began slowly unwrapping the saree, letting it fall away to reveal her blouse and petticoat underneath.
The blouse was even more revealing than it had seemed—cut so low that the tops of her areolas were almost visible, so tight that her breasts looked like they might spill out at any moment.
*She's stripping for me,* Vikram thought, his breathing becoming heavier. *Right here, in front of everyone.*
Priya moved even closer, until she was standing directly in front of him. Then she turned around and sat on his lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock.
*I can feel how hard he is,* Priya thought, moving her hips in slow circles. *He wants me so badly.*
Vikram's hands moved to her hips instinctively, and Priya didn't stop him. She leaned back against his chest, her head near his shoulder, and continued moving.
"Do you like this?" she whispered in his ear.
"Fuck yes," Vikram breathed, his hands moving up to her waist, then higher, until they were just below her breasts.
Priya reached back and guided his hands up, placing them directly on her breasts. Vikram groaned, squeezing gently, feeling their weight, their softness.
*I'm touching her tits,* he thought, his cock throbbing. *They're so big, so perfect.*
Priya stood and turned to face him, straddling his lap now, her breasts at his eye level. Vikram's hands moved to her back, then down to her ass, squeezing through the petticoat.
"Would you like to see more?" Priya asked, her voice low and sultry.
"Yes," Vikram said without hesitation. "Please."
Priya reached behind her back and began unhooking her blouse. Slowly, teasingly, she removed it, revealing her breasts—large, full, with dark nipples that were already hard.
*I'm topless in front of him,* Priya thought, her pussy wet now. *And everyone's watching. This is so hot.*
Vikram stared at her breasts, mesmerized. Then he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.
Milk immediately filled his mouth—sweet, warm, unexpected.
"Fuck," he groaned, pulling back in surprise. "You're lactating."
"I had a baby a few months ago," Priya said with a smile. "Does it bother you?"
"No," Vikram said, leaning forward again. "It's fucking hot."
He sucked harder this time, drinking her milk, his hands kneading her other breast. Priya moaned, her head falling back, her arousal spiking.
*He's drinking my milk,* she thought. *While everyone watches. This is incredible.*
After a few minutes, Priya stood and took Vikram's hand. "Come with me," she said.
She led him to one of the bedrooms, and Arjun, Rohan, and Ajay remained in the lounge, giving them privacy. Asha and Neha followed at a distance, curious to see what would happen.
In the bedroom, Priya removed her petticoat, standing before Vikram in just her panties. Her body was stunning—full breasts still leaking milk, a soft belly, wide hips, thick thighs, and a neatly trimmed pussy visible through the sheer fabric of her panties.
"You're beautiful," Vikram said, his voice thick with desire.
"Thank you," Priya replied, moving to him and beginning to undress him.
She removed his jacket, then his shirt, revealing a well-maintained body—broad shoulders, a flat stomach, some chest hair. Then she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers.
His cock sprang free—about seven inches, thick, cut, the head swollen and dark with arousal, already leaking precum.
*Nice cock,* Priya thought, wrapping her hand around it. *Thick, hard. This is going to feel good.*
She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. Vikram groaned loudly, his hands moving to her hair.
"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he breathed.
Priya sucked him expertly, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand stroking the base. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat, until his cock was buried in her mouth.
*I'm sucking a billionaire's cock,* Priya thought, her pussy clenching. *To close a fifty-crore deal. This is perfect.*
After a few minutes, Vikram pulled her up. "I need to fuck you," he said urgently. "Now."
Priya removed her panties and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, her lips swollen and pink.
Vikram positioned himself between her thighs and thrust inside in one smooth motion. Priya gasped at the sensation—he filled her completely, stretching her, his cock driving deep.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "You feel so good."
"You're so tight," Vikram groaned, starting to move. "So wet. Fuck, Priya."
He fucked her with steady, powerful strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hands on her breasts, squeezing, kneading. Milk leaked from her nipples with each squeeze, dripping down her sides.
*I'm being fucked by Vikram Malhotra,* Priya thought as pleasure built inside her. *And it feels amazing. His cock is perfect.*
"Harder," Priya begged. "Fuck me harder."
Vikram increased his pace, pounding into her now, the bed shaking with each thrust. Priya's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her body responding intensely.
"I'm going to cum," Vikram warned after several minutes, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill my pussy."
Vikram thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls.
*He's cumming inside me,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *Filling me with his seed. And it feels so fucking good.*
She screamed, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every drop.
When he finally pulled out, his cum immediately started leaking from her pussy, dripping onto the bed. Vikram collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily.
"That was incredible," Vikram breathed.
"It was just the beginning," Priya replied with a satisfied smile.
---
The next morning, Asha and Neha joined them. Vikram woke to find all three women in his bed—Priya on one side, Asha on the other, and Neha at the foot of the bed.
"Good morning," Priya said with a smile. "We thought you might enjoy some company."
*Three women,* Vikram thought, his cock already hardening. *All for me. This is a fantasy come true.*
Asha moved first, straddling his chest, her enormous breasts hanging above his face. "Suck my tits," she said, lowering herself.
Vikram took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Her breasts were even larger than Priya's, probably E-cups, heavy and soft.
*Her tits are incredible,* Vikram thought, his hands moving to squeeze them. *So big, so perfect.*
Meanwhile, Neha had moved between his legs and taken his cock into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, her tongue working the head, her hand stroking the base.
*She's good at this,* Vikram thought, groaning. *Her mouth feels amazing.*
Priya watched for a moment, then moved to kiss Asha, their tongues tangling. Vikram watched, mesmerized, as the two women kissed passionately above him.
*They're kissing each other,* he thought, his arousal spiking. *While I suck one's tits and the other sucks my cock. This is insane.*
After a few minutes, they switched positions. Neha straddled his face, lowering her pussy to his mouth. Vikram began licking her eagerly, his tongue working her clit, tasting her juices.
*She tastes so good,* he thought, his tongue exploring every fold. *Sweet, musky. I want more.*
Asha positioned herself over his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, groaning as he filled her. Her pussy was incredibly tight, gripping his cock like a vice.
"Oh fuck," Asha moaned, starting to move. "Your cock feels so good inside me."
*I'm fucking Asha while eating Neha's pussy,* Vikram thought, overwhelmed by sensation. *And Priya's watching. This is the best day of my life.*
Priya moved beside them, her hands on Asha's breasts, squeezing and kneading. Then she leaned down and began sucking Asha's nipples while Asha rode Vikram's cock.
*Priya's sucking my tits,* Asha thought, her pleasure building. *While I fuck Vikram. This is so hot.*
They continued like this for several minutes, then switched again. This time, Neha rode his cock while Asha sat on his face, and Priya positioned herself beside him so he could finger her pussy.
*I'm pleasuring all three of them at once,* Vikram thought, his mind reeling. *This is incredible.*
Finally, after nearly an hour of continuous sex, Vikram felt his orgasm approaching.
"I'm going to cum," he warned.
"Cum on our faces," Priya said, quickly moving off the bed. "All three of us."
The three women knelt side by side on the floor, their faces upturned, their mouths open. Vikram stood in front of them, stroking his cock rapidly.
His orgasm hit and he came hard, rope after rope of cum shooting onto their faces. The first shot hit Priya's cheek, the second splattered across Asha's forehead, the third landed on Neha's lips. He continued cumming, covering all three of them with his seed.
*I'm cumming on three beautiful women,* Vikram thought as pleasure crashed through him. *This is perfect.*
When he finally finished, all three women were covered in his cum—their faces, their hair, their breasts. They turned to each other and began kissing, sharing his cum, their tongues tangling, swapping his seed between their mouths.
*They're sharing my cum,* Vikram thought, watching in awe. *Kissing each other, swapping it. Fuck, that's hot.*
---
By Sunday afternoon, after two more days of business discussions interspersed with sexual encounters, Vikram was completely convinced.
"I'm in," he said, sitting in the lounge with Arjun, Rohan, and Ajay. "Fifty crores, as discussed. I'll have my lawyers draw up the contracts this week."
"Excellent," Arjun said, shaking his hand. "You won't regret this."
"I already don't," Vikram said with a smile, glancing at the three women who were sitting nearby. "This has been... an exceptional weekend."
They flew back to Mumbai that evening, all six of them exhausted but triumphant.
"We did it," Priya said as the plane took off. "Fifty crores. Our first major international deal."
"And it's just the beginning," Arjun replied, squeezing her hand.
They had proven their model worked. Sex, business, and pleasure—all perfectly integrated. And they were ready to take it even further.
The Emirates flight touched down at Dubai International Airport just after 9 PM on Friday evening. Priya looked out the window at the glittering city below, her heart racing with anticipation.
*This is it,* she thought. *Our first major international deal. Fifty crores. We have to make this work.*
Beside her, Arjun squeezed her hand. "Ready?"
"More than ready," Priya replied with a confident smile.
Behind them, Asha and Neha were equally excited, while Rohan and Ajay discussed last-minute business strategy in low voices.
A luxury car was waiting for them at the airport—a black Mercedes S-Class with a driver in formal attire. They drove through Dubai's spectacular streets, past the towering Burj Khalifa, along Sheikh Zayed Road with its futuristic skyscbangrs, until they reached Jumeirah Beach and the iconic Burj Al Arab.
The hotel rose before them like a giant sail, illuminated against the night sky, the most luxurious hotel in the world.
"Bloody hell," Ajay breathed. "This place is insane."
They were escorted to the presidential suite on one of the upper floors. The suite was enormous—over 8,000 square feet, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the Arabian Gulf, multiple bedrooms, a private cinema, a dining room that could seat twelve, and furnishings that screamed wealth and luxury.
"This must cost lakhs per night," Neha whispered, her eyes wide.
"It does," Arjun confirmed. "But Vikram is paying for it. He wants to impress us as much as we want to impress him."
They had two hours to settle in and prepare before Vikram would arrive for dinner. The women went to one of the bedrooms to get ready while the men reviewed their presentation materials.
Priya stood in front of the mirror, applying makeup with careful precision. She wore a deep red saree with a low-cut blouse that showed off her cleavage—her breasts were still full from nursing Aditya, probably D-cups now, and they looked spectacular. The saree hugged her post-pregnancy curves perfectly, emphasizing her wider hips and fuller figure.
*I look good,* she thought, turning to examine herself from different angles. *Mature, sexy, confident. Vikram won't be able to resist.*
Asha wore a black saree with a gold border, her blouse even more revealing than Priya's, cut so low that the swell of her large breasts was clearly visible. Her body was voluptuous—wide hips, thick thighs, a soft belly, and enormous breasts that strained against the fabric.
*I'm going to seduce a billionaire tonight,* Asha thought, her pussy already getting wet with anticipation. *And help close a fifty-crore deal. This is incredible.*
Neha had chosen a more conservative but still elegant emerald green saree with a fitted blouse. Her slender figure looked graceful and sophisticated, her smaller breasts perfectly proportioned to her frame.
*I'm nervous,* Neha thought, applying lipstick with slightly trembling hands. *But also excited. This is what we've been training for.*
At exactly 10 PM, there was a knock on the suite door. Arjun opened it to reveal Vikram Malhotra.
He was in his early fifties, tall and well-built, with salt-and-pepper hair, and sharp intelligent eyes. He wore an expensive suit that fit him perfectly, and he carried himself with the confidence of a man who'd built an empire worth thousands of crores.
"Arjun," Vikram said, shaking his hand firmly. "Good to finally meet in person."
"The pleasure is ours," Arjun replied. "Please, come in. Let me introduce you to the team."
Vikram entered the suite, his eyes immediately going to the three women standing near the windows. His gaze lingered on each of them, appreciation clear in his expression.
*Fuck, they're all stunning,* Vikram thought, his cock already beginning to stir. *Arjun wasn't exaggerating when he said his team was exceptional.*
"This is my wife, Priya," Arjun said. "She heads our marketing and client relations division."
Priya stepped forward, extending her hand. "Mr. Malhotra, it's a pleasure."
"Please, call me Vikram," he said, taking her hand. His grip was firm, warm, and he held her hand just a moment longer than necessary. "The pleasure is entirely mine."
*She's gorgeous,* Vikram thought, his eyes traveling over her body. *That saree, those curves, that face. I want her.*
"This is Asha," Arjun continued. "She manages our business development."
Asha shook his hand, her smile warm and inviting. "Welcome to Dubai, Vikram."
*Her tits are incredible,* Vikram thought, trying not to stare too obviously. *I can see why Arjun brought her along.*
"And this is Neha," Arjun said. "She handles our IT and operations."
Neha shook his hand more shyly. "Nice to meet you."
*She's beautiful too,* Vikram thought. *More reserved, but there's something intriguing about her.*
"And these are my partners," Arjun said, gesturing to the other men. "Rohan Sharma, our real estate specialist, and Ajay Verma, our sales director."
Handshakes were exchanged, and then they all moved to the dining area where a private chef had prepared an elaborate meal—Arabic mezze, grilled meats, fresh seafood, and expensive wines.
The conversation during dinner was professional at first—discussing Mumbai's real estate market, investment opportunities, regulatory challenges. But as the wine flowed and the evening progressed, the atmosphere became more relaxed, more intimate.
Priya sat beside Vikram, and she made sure to lean forward whenever she spoke, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She touched his arm when she laughed, let her hand linger on his shoulder when she reached for her wine glass.
*He's responding,* Priya thought, noticing how his eyes kept returning to her breasts. *He wants me. I can feel it.*
Vikram was indeed struggling to focus on the business discussion. His cock was half-hard in his trousers, and he kept imagining what Priya would look like naked, what her breasts would feel like in his hands.
*I need to fuck her,* he thought, his arousal building. *Tonight. I need to feel her pussy around my cock.*
After dinner, they moved to the lounge area. Arjun pulled up a presentation on the large screen, outlining their proposed investment strategy—commercial properties in Bandra and Worli, residential developments in Andheri, a mixed-use project near the new metro line.
But Vikram was barely paying attention. His eyes kept drifting to Priya, who had positioned herself on a sofa across from him, her legs crossed in a way that made her saree ride up slightly, revealing her smooth calves.
Finally, Arjun finished the presentation. "So that's our proposal," he said. "Fifty crores invested over two years, with projected returns of 30-35% annually."
"It's impressive," Vikram said, though his mind was elsewhere. "Very impressive."
There was a moment of silence, and then Priya stood. "Vikram, would you like some entertainment? We've arranged something special for you."
"Entertainment?" Vikram asked, his pulse quickening.
"Just a small performance," Priya said with a mysterious smile. "To thank you for your time and consideration."
She walked to the centre of the room, and Asha dimmed the lights slightly, creating a more intimate atmosphere. Soft music began playing—a sensual Arabic melody with a slow, hypnotic beat.
Priya began to dance.
Her movements were slow, deliberate, her hips swaying to the rhythm. She moved her hands over her body—across her breasts, down her sides, over her hips—in a way that was unmistakably sexual.
*I'm dancing for him,* Priya thought, her arousal building. *Seducing him. And he's completely captivated.*
Vikram watched, transfixed, his cock now fully hard in his trousers. *Fuck, she's incredible,* he thought. *The way she moves, the way she looks at me. I need her.*
Priya moved closer to him, her dance becoming more provocative. She turned around, bending forward slightly, giving him a view of her ass through the saree. Then she straightened and began slowly unwrapping the saree, letting it fall away to reveal her blouse and petticoat underneath.
The blouse was even more revealing than it had seemed—cut so low that the tops of her areolas were almost visible, so tight that her breasts looked like they might spill out at any moment.
*She's stripping for me,* Vikram thought, his breathing becoming heavier. *Right here, in front of everyone.*
Priya moved even closer, until she was standing directly in front of him. Then she turned around and sat on his lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock.
*I can feel how hard he is,* Priya thought, moving her hips in slow circles. *He wants me so badly.*
Vikram's hands moved to her hips instinctively, and Priya didn't stop him. She leaned back against his chest, her head near his shoulder, and continued moving.
"Do you like this?" she whispered in his ear.
"Fuck yes," Vikram breathed, his hands moving up to her waist, then higher, until they were just below her breasts.
Priya reached back and guided his hands up, placing them directly on her breasts. Vikram groaned, squeezing gently, feeling their weight, their softness.
*I'm touching her tits,* he thought, his cock throbbing. *They're so big, so perfect.*
Priya stood and turned to face him, straddling his lap now, her breasts at his eye level. Vikram's hands moved to her back, then down to her ass, squeezing through the petticoat.
"Would you like to see more?" Priya asked, her voice low and sultry.
"Yes," Vikram said without hesitation. "Please."
Priya reached behind her back and began unhooking her blouse. Slowly, teasingly, she removed it, revealing her breasts—large, full, with dark nipples that were already hard.
*I'm topless in front of him,* Priya thought, her pussy wet now. *And everyone's watching. This is so hot.*
Vikram stared at her breasts, mesmerized. Then he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.
Milk immediately filled his mouth—sweet, warm, unexpected.
"Fuck," he groaned, pulling back in surprise. "You're lactating."
"I had a baby a few months ago," Priya said with a smile. "Does it bother you?"
"No," Vikram said, leaning forward again. "It's fucking hot."
He sucked harder this time, drinking her milk, his hands kneading her other breast. Priya moaned, her head falling back, her arousal spiking.
*He's drinking my milk,* she thought. *While everyone watches. This is incredible.*
After a few minutes, Priya stood and took Vikram's hand. "Come with me," she said.
She led him to one of the bedrooms, and Arjun, Rohan, and Ajay remained in the lounge, giving them privacy. Asha and Neha followed at a distance, curious to see what would happen.
In the bedroom, Priya removed her petticoat, standing before Vikram in just her panties. Her body was stunning—full breasts still leaking milk, a soft belly, wide hips, thick thighs, and a neatly trimmed pussy visible through the sheer fabric of her panties.
"You're beautiful," Vikram said, his voice thick with desire.
"Thank you," Priya replied, moving to him and beginning to undress him.
She removed his jacket, then his shirt, revealing a well-maintained body—broad shoulders, a flat stomach, some chest hair. Then she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers.
His cock sprang free—about seven inches, thick, cut, the head swollen and dark with arousal, already leaking precum.
*Nice cock,* Priya thought, wrapping her hand around it. *Thick, hard. This is going to feel good.*
She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. Vikram groaned loudly, his hands moving to her hair.
"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he breathed.
Priya sucked him expertly, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand stroking the base. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat, until his cock was buried in her mouth.
*I'm sucking a billionaire's cock,* Priya thought, her pussy clenching. *To close a fifty-crore deal. This is perfect.*
After a few minutes, Vikram pulled her up. "I need to fuck you," he said urgently. "Now."
Priya removed her panties and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, her lips swollen and pink.
Vikram positioned himself between her thighs and thrust inside in one smooth motion. Priya gasped at the sensation—he filled her completely, stretching her, his cock driving deep.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "You feel so good."
"You're so tight," Vikram groaned, starting to move. "So wet. Fuck, Priya."
He fucked her with steady, powerful strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, his hands on her breasts, squeezing, kneading. Milk leaked from her nipples with each squeeze, dripping down her sides.
*I'm being fucked by Vikram Malhotra,* Priya thought as pleasure built inside her. *And it feels amazing. His cock is perfect.*
"Harder," Priya begged. "Fuck me harder."
Vikram increased his pace, pounding into her now, the bed shaking with each thrust. Priya's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her body responding intensely.
"I'm going to cum," Vikram warned after several minutes, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"Cum inside me," Priya gasped. "Fill my pussy."
Vikram thrust deep one final time and came hard, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum filled Priya's pussy, coating her inner walls.
*He's cumming inside me,* Priya thought as her own orgasm hit. *Filling me with his seed. And it feels so fucking good.*
She screamed, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every drop.
When he finally pulled out, his cum immediately started leaking from her pussy, dripping onto the bed. Vikram collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily.
"That was incredible," Vikram breathed.
"It was just the beginning," Priya replied with a satisfied smile.
---
The next morning, Asha and Neha joined them. Vikram woke to find all three women in his bed—Priya on one side, Asha on the other, and Neha at the foot of the bed.
"Good morning," Priya said with a smile. "We thought you might enjoy some company."
*Three women,* Vikram thought, his cock already hardening. *All for me. This is a fantasy come true.*
Asha moved first, straddling his chest, her enormous breasts hanging above his face. "Suck my tits," she said, lowering herself.
Vikram took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Her breasts were even larger than Priya's, probably E-cups, heavy and soft.
*Her tits are incredible,* Vikram thought, his hands moving to squeeze them. *So big, so perfect.*
Meanwhile, Neha had moved between his legs and taken his cock into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, her tongue working the head, her hand stroking the base.
*She's good at this,* Vikram thought, groaning. *Her mouth feels amazing.*
Priya watched for a moment, then moved to kiss Asha, their tongues tangling. Vikram watched, mesmerized, as the two women kissed passionately above him.
*They're kissing each other,* he thought, his arousal spiking. *While I suck one's tits and the other sucks my cock. This is insane.*
After a few minutes, they switched positions. Neha straddled his face, lowering her pussy to his mouth. Vikram began licking her eagerly, his tongue working her clit, tasting her juices.
*She tastes so good,* he thought, his tongue exploring every fold. *Sweet, musky. I want more.*
Asha positioned herself over his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, groaning as he filled her. Her pussy was incredibly tight, gripping his cock like a vice.
"Oh fuck," Asha moaned, starting to move. "Your cock feels so good inside me."
*I'm fucking Asha while eating Neha's pussy,* Vikram thought, overwhelmed by sensation. *And Priya's watching. This is the best day of my life.*
Priya moved beside them, her hands on Asha's breasts, squeezing and kneading. Then she leaned down and began sucking Asha's nipples while Asha rode Vikram's cock.
*Priya's sucking my tits,* Asha thought, her pleasure building. *While I fuck Vikram. This is so hot.*
They continued like this for several minutes, then switched again. This time, Neha rode his cock while Asha sat on his face, and Priya positioned herself beside him so he could finger her pussy.
*I'm pleasuring all three of them at once,* Vikram thought, his mind reeling. *This is incredible.*
Finally, after nearly an hour of continuous sex, Vikram felt his orgasm approaching.
"I'm going to cum," he warned.
"Cum on our faces," Priya said, quickly moving off the bed. "All three of us."
The three women knelt side by side on the floor, their faces upturned, their mouths open. Vikram stood in front of them, stroking his cock rapidly.
His orgasm hit and he came hard, rope after rope of cum shooting onto their faces. The first shot hit Priya's cheek, the second splattered across Asha's forehead, the third landed on Neha's lips. He continued cumming, covering all three of them with his seed.
*I'm cumming on three beautiful women,* Vikram thought as pleasure crashed through him. *This is perfect.*
When he finally finished, all three women were covered in his cum—their faces, their hair, their breasts. They turned to each other and began kissing, sharing his cum, their tongues tangling, swapping his seed between their mouths.
*They're sharing my cum,* Vikram thought, watching in awe. *Kissing each other, swapping it. Fuck, that's hot.*
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By Sunday afternoon, after two more days of business discussions interspersed with sexual encounters, Vikram was completely convinced.
"I'm in," he said, sitting in the lounge with Arjun, Rohan, and Ajay. "Fifty crores, as discussed. I'll have my lawyers draw up the contracts this week."
"Excellent," Arjun said, shaking his hand. "You won't regret this."
"I already don't," Vikram said with a smile, glancing at the three women who were sitting nearby. "This has been... an exceptional weekend."
They flew back to Mumbai that evening, all six of them exhausted but triumphant.
"We did it," Priya said as the plane took off. "Fifty crores. Our first major international deal."
"And it's just the beginning," Arjun replied, squeezing her hand.
They had proven their model worked. Sex, business, and pleasure—all perfectly integrated. And they were ready to take it even further.
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