He was drowning in sensation, his world reduced to the slick heat of Tanisha’s pussy grinding against his mouth and the tight, rhythmic suction of Swetha’s throat on his cock. He could feel the tremors building in Tanisha’s thighs where they framed his head, her moans becoming higher, more desperate. “Right there, yes, lick it just like that, you fucking slut,” she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, holding him prisoner to her cunt. He drove his tongue deeper, lapping at her clit with broad, flat strokes before spearing into her hole, tasting the sharp, salty tang of her arousal mixed with the lingering musk of Neha’s release. Swetha increased her pace, her head bobbing furiously, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her throat convulsing around the head of his dick each time she took him all the way down. He could feel the pressure coiling at the base of his spine, a hot, urgent knot threatening to unravel.

It was Sweety who orchestrated the next shift. Her fingers, which had been digging into his hips, slid around to his balls, cupping and rolling the tight sac with a proprietary possessiveness. “He’s close,” she announced to the room, her voice a throaty purr against his sweat-slicked back. “But we’re not done.” With a sharp tug, she pulled Swetha’s mouth off him. His cock sprang free, glistening with spit, aching and purple-tipped. “Dharani,” Sweety commanded. “You’ve been so good, just watching. Come claim your piece.” Dharani, who was still shuddering through the aftershocks of Ishitha’s relentless fingering, stumbled forward on shaky legs. Ishitha gave her a final, firm slap on the ass, a gesture that was both dismissive and approving. Dharani knelt before Venkat, her emerald bra now unhooked and hanging loose, her small, perfect tits heaving. She looked from his face to his cock with a mixture of awe and hunger. “I want to feel you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “All of you. Inside me.”

She didn’t wait for him to move. With a bravery that seemed to surprise even her, she swung one leg over his hips, positioning herself above his throbbing dick. She reached down, her delicate fingers wrapping around his shaft, guiding the swollen head to her entrance. She was dripping wet, her folds glistening and parted. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she sank down onto him, her tight, virgin-like cunt stretching to accommodate his girth. A sharp, high whimper escaped her lips as he filled her, inch by exquisite inch, until his balls were pressed against her ass. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around him, a frantic, hot pulse. “Oh God,” she breathed, her eyes wide and unfocused. “It’s so… full.” She began to rock, tentative at first, then with growing confidence, her hips finding a clumsy, grinding rhythm. Each downward stroke buried him to the hilt, the angle hitting a spot that made her gasp. Venkat’s hands came up to grasp her waist, helping her move, his own hips lifting to meet her, driving himself deeper into her clutching heat.

While Dharani rode him, lost in her own sensations, the others closed in again, a coven of touch and taste. Swetha and Tanisha, their own needs temporarily sated, became attendants. Swetha knelt beside Dharani, capturing one of her taut nipples in her mouth, sucking and biting until Dharani cried out, the sensation mingling with the deep penetration. Tanisha positioned herself behind Dharani, her hands on the girl’s hips, controlling the pace, pushing her down harder onto Venkat’s cock. “Take it all, you greedy little thing,” Tanisha cooed, her own arousal evident in the flush on her skin. Neha, recovered and regal, watched from the sofa, her fingers idly stroking her own slick folds. “Look at her,” Neha said to Ishitha, who now stood beside her, a silent, intense observer. “She’s learning what her body is truly for.” Ishitha’s only response was a slow, deliberate lick of her lips, her eyes fixed on the point where Venkat’s dick disappeared into Dharani’s body.

Sweety, ever impatient, crawled around to the front. She pushed at Venkat’s chest until he was sitting more upright, Dharani still impaled and bouncing in his lap. Then Sweety straddled his face, her thighs framing his head, her own wet, bare cunt hovering inches from his mouth. “My turn again,” she declared, and lowered herself onto his tongue. She tasted different from the others—sharper, more acidic, with a potent, musky depth. She ground herself against his face, smearing her juices over his lips and chin, demanding his attention. He obliged, his tongue delving into her hole, flicking at her swollen clit, eating her out with a fervor that made her throw her head back and scream a string of obscenities. He was being used completely, a tool of pure pleasure—his cock buried to the root in Dharani’s convulsing pussy, his mouth stuffed with Sweety’s cunt, his senses overwhelmed by the scent and sound of six women reaching their peaks around him.

Dharani came first, a sudden, silent shattering. Her body went rigid, her back arching, her cunt clamping down on his dick in a series of violent, rhythmic spasms that milked him relentlessly. The sensation was too much. The pressure in his balls crested and broke. With a raw, guttural shout muffled by Sweety’s flesh, he erupted inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot deep into her womb, jet after jet, filling her as she continued to shudder around him. The feeling of his release triggered Sweety’s own climax; she ground down hard on his mouth, her thighs shaking, a flood of her own juices coating his tongue as she cursed and moaned. The chain reaction continued. Swetha, watching Dharani being filled, slipped her hand between her own legs and rubbed her clit furiously, coming with a sharp cry against Tanisha’s shoulder. Tanisha, feeling Dharani’s internal contractions through her grip on the girl’s hips, bit her own lip hard enough to draw blood as her own body clenched in a dry, aching orgasm. Neha, from her throne, let out a long, satisfied sigh, her hand moving faster between her legs until she, too, trembled with release. Only Ishitha remained still, but her breath was coming fast and shallow, a faint sheen of sweat on her upper lip, her knuckles white where she gripped the back of the sofa. The great room fell into a heavy, post-coital silence, broken only by the ragged sound of breathing and the soft, wet sound of Venkat’s spent cock finally slipping from Dharani’s well-used pussy, followed by a trickle of their combined fluids onto the rug below.

Tanisha’s climax was a raw, guttural scream that vibrated against his mouth, her cunt gushing a hot, salty flood over his chin as she ground herself against his face. He drank her in, his tongue flat and relentless, until her thighs stopped shaking and she collapsed sideways onto the rug, panting. Before he could catch his breath, Swetha released his cock from her throat with a final, slick pull and moved to straddle his hips, her own need blazing in her eyes. She was already soaked, her inner thighs slick, and she guided the head of his dick to her entrance, positioning it against her swollen lips. "You've been saving this load for me, haven't you?" she breathed, not waiting for an answer as she sank down onto him in one slow, excruciatingly deliberate motion. Her cunt was a slick, tight glove, clenching rhythmically around his length as she took him to the hilt, a low moan rumbling in her chest. She began to ride him with a practiced, rolling motion of her hips, her hands braced on his stomach, her head thrown back so her dark hair brushed his knees.

From the couch, Neha watched, a satisfied, predatory smile playing on her lips as she idly played with her own nipples. "Don't let him come yet, Swetha. Make him work for it." Swetha nodded, her rhythm becoming a torturous tease, rising almost to the tip before sinking down again, her internal muscles squeezing him with vicious precision. The denial was agony; his balls ached, drawn up tight, and precum leaked from his slit, mixing with the copious wetness of her pussy. Sweety, seeing his strained expression, crawled over and positioned herself above his face, her smooth, hairless pussy hovering inches from his mouth. "You're not slacking off," she commanded, lowering herself onto him. Her taste was different—sweeter, muskier—and he dove in, his tongue probing deep as she rocked against his mouth. The dual sensation of fucking Swetha's greedy cunt and eating Sweety's was overwhelming, a feedback loop of pleasure that made his entire body tremble.

The scene shifted again as Dharani, her face flushed and streaked with tears of release from Ishitha's fingers, stumbled over to them. Her emerald green panties were soaked through and discarded. She knelt beside Swetha, her eyes fixed on the place where their bodies joined, watching his cock slide in and out of Swetha's glistening folds. "Can I...?" she whispered, her voice husky. Swetha, her own breathing ragged, simply grabbed Dharani's hand and guided it down, pressing Dharani's fingers to her clit. "Help me come," Swetha grunted, increasing her pace. Dharani's touch was hesitant at first, then grew bolder, rubbing Swetha's hard nub in frantic circles while Swetha fucked him with increasing ferocity. Ishitha, having finished with Dharani, now stood and approached Neha again, but this time, she turned her attention to Tanisha, who was still recovering on the floor. Ishitha rolled Tanisha onto her stomach, parted her ass cheeks, and without a word, buried her face between them, her tongue seeking out Tanisha's other hole. Tanisha gasped into the rug, her back arching, a fresh wave of moans escaping her.

The room was a cacophony of sex. The slap of skin on skin, the wet smack of lips and tongues, the choked cries and guttural commands. Sweety came on his face with a sharp cry, her juices dripping down his neck, and rolled away, leaving him gasping for air. Swetha, spurred on by Dharani's frantic fingering, let out a sharp cry and convulsed around him, her cunt clamping down in a series of violent spasms that threatened to shatter his control. "Not yet!" Neha barked from her throne, her voice cutting through the haze. Swetha, obedient even in her climax, lifted herself off him, his slick, purple-headed dick springing free, twitching violently. He was on the edge, his entire being focused on the desperate need to erupt.

Neha rose from the couch, a goddess of flesh and power. She pointed to the center of the U-shaped sofa. "On your back. Now." He scrambled to comply, his body slick with sweat. The women converged. Neha positioned herself over his face, lowering her cunt onto his mouth. "Clean me," she ordered, and he tasted the mingled flavors of her own arousal and Ishitha's saliva. At the same time, Ishitha and Tanisha each took one of his hands, guiding his fingers into their respective wet openings—Ishitha's tight, precise cunt and Tanisha's still-throbbing one. Swetha and Dharani knelt at his hips, each taking one of his balls into their mouths, sucking and licking the sensitive skin, their tongues tracing the tight seam of his scrotum. Sweety, resurrected, straddled his cock, but instead of taking him inside her, she rubbed her slick folds up and down his shaft, coating him in her juices, the head of his dick bumping against her clit with each pass.

It was too much. The sensation of Neha grinding on his face, the tight heat of two pussies gripping his fingers, the dual pressure on his balls, and the maddening friction on his cock broke him. "I'm gonna cum!" he grunted, the words muffled by Neha's flesh. "Now," Neha gasped, lifting her hips from his face. Sweety immediately impaled herself on him, taking his entire length in one deep, welcoming plunge. As his orgasm ripped through him, his back arching off the couch, Swetha and Dharani increased their suction on his balls, Tanisha and Ishitha clenched around his fingers, and Neha leaned down, capturing his mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss, swallowing his guttural roar. He emptied himself into Sweety in long, pulsing jets, feeling his cum flood her depths as she milked him with rhythmic contractions of her own. The release seemed to go on forever, a tidal wave of sensation that left him boneless, sprawled on the sofa, the women slowly disengaging, their hands and mouths leaving his sensitized skin with lingering touches. They stood around him, watching him, their breathing slowly returning to normal, a silent, sated circle. The pact was complete.

The silence stretched, thick and syrupy with the smell of sex and spent bodies. Venkat lay on the rug, his body a map of bite marks and scratches, his mouth still tasting of Sweety, his cock softening against his thigh, glistening with Dharani’s slick and his own drying cum. He felt hollowed out, yet more present in his own skin than he ever had before. The weight of six satiated women settled around him, a soft, breathing landscape of bare limbs and tangled hair.

Neha was the first to move. She rose from the sofa with the languid grace of a predator after a feast. She walked to the wall of glass, staring out at the darkening valley, the first stars pricking the violet sky. Her naked body was outlined against the twilight, a silhouette of absolute power. “It’s done,” she said, her voice a low, resonant hum in the quiet room. “The circuit is complete. The energy is balanced.” She turned to face them, a slow, triumphant smile curving her lips. “And tomorrow, we sign the Series B term sheet. They’ve agreed to every single clause.”

A ripple went through the room. Swetha let out a soft, incredulous laugh. Tanisha whooped, a sharp, joyful sound. Dharani, still curled on the floor, looked up with dazed, tear-bright eyes. Sweety grinned, a feral, satisfied expression. Ishitha merely nodded, a single, sharp dip of her chin, but the approval in her eyes was unmistakable. The pact, it seemed, had always been about more than just sexual dominion; it had been a ritual, a forging of a weapon, and Venkat had been the keystone.

Neha walked back to the center of the room, her eyes finding Venkat’s. “Get up,” she said, not unkindly. He pushed himself to his feet, his muscles protesting. She closed the distance between them, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Her touch was different now—possessive, but also strangely reverent. “You have served this company, and its founders, beyond any contract. You are not just an employee, Venkat. You are part of the architecture.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “And the night is not over. We celebrate our success. We celebrate you.”

This time, it was not an overwhelming convergence, but a deliberate, worshipful taking. They led him to the master suite, a vast room with a bed large enough for all of them. They washed him first, in the enormous stone shower, their soapy hands gliding over every inch of his body, rinsing away the sweat and fluids, anointing him anew. They dried him with soft towels, then laid him on the cool, silken sheets.

The celebration was a slow, exhaustive exploration, a claiming that felt like a reward. Swetha began, straddling his face, forcing his tongue deep into her pussy, which was already swollen and sensitive from earlier. “Make me come one more time, just with your mouth,” she demanded, rocking against him, her juices dripping down his chin. As he licked and sucked, Tanisha mounted his cock, sinking down onto him with a long, luxurious sigh. She rode him with a slow, grinding rhythm, taking him so deep the head of his dick nudged her cervix with every downward stroke. “This cock is ours,” she chanted, her hands braced on his chest, her tits bouncing. “This fucking perfect cock.”

Neha watched from an ornate armchair, her legs spread, her own fingers working her clit in a lazy circle. “Look at them,” she murmured to Ishitha, who stood beside her, a glass of champagne in her hand. “Look at what we built.” Ishitha took a sip, her eyes dark. “The most efficient resource allocation I’ve ever overseen,” she said, her voice dry, but then she set the glass down and joined the bed. She did not seek penetration. Instead, she positioned herself beside Tanisha, her mouth latching onto Tanisha’s nipple, sucking hard as her fingers found Tanisha’s asshole, pressing and circling the tight rim until Tanisha screamed into the pillow.

Sweety and Dharani worked together on the rest of him. Sweety took his right hand, guiding his fingers into her sopping cunt, fucking herself on them while she leaned over to lick and nibble at his nipples. Dharani, with a newfound, voracious confidence, took his left hand and sucked two of his fingers into her mouth, mimicking the motions of a blowjob, her tongue swirling around them before she moved lower, her mouth enveloping his balls, sucking one then the other into the wet heat of her mouth while her hand stroked the base of his shaft where it was buried in Tanisha.

He was a well of sensation, a live wire thrumming with their collective pleasure. He felt Swetha’s orgasm first, a gush of hot liquid over his chin as she convulsed, her thighs clamping around his head. Her cries triggered Tanisha, who clenched around his cock in a series of brutal, gripping spasms, her inner muscles milking him relentlessly. The dual sensation, the wet suction on his face and the tight, rhythmic squeezing on his dick, pushed him to the edge. He groaned, a deep, animal sound.

“Not yet,” Neha’s voice cut through the haze. She rose from the chair and came to the bed. She pushed Tanisha off him, his cock sliding out with a slick, wet sound. Neha then climbed atop him, but she did not lower herself onto his throbbing erection. Instead, she turned, presenting her ass to him. “Here,” she commanded, reaching back to guide his slick tip to her other hole. “I want you here. I want to feel you in my ass while I watch them.” The penetration was a slow, burning stretch. She was impossibly tight, a hot, clutching ring of muscle that yielded gradually to the persistent pressure of his cock. She took him inch by agonizing inch, her breath coming in sharp hisses, until his entire length was buried in the tight, forbidden heat of her ass. Once fully impaled, she began to move, a slow, rocking back-and-forth that made him see stars.

While Neha rode his ass, she pointed to Sweety. “On his face. Now.” Sweety obeyed, shuffling up to smother his mouth once more with her pussy. Dharani, seeing Neha’s example, crawled forward with a determined look. She positioned her own dripping cunt over Tanisha’s mouth, lowering herself onto the other woman’s tongue with a cry. Swetha and Ishitha kissed, a deep, carnal tangle of tongues and hands, Ishitha’s fingers delving between Swetha’s thighs from behind.

Neha’s pace in his ass increased, becoming harder, more demanding. The tightness was unbearable, a constant, glorious pressure that squeezed his cock in a velvet fist. Sweety ground down on his mouth, her clit swollen and hard against his tongue. He could feel his orgasm building, a tsunami gathering force in his balls, fed by the sight, the smell, the feel of all of them using him, celebrating through him. Neha felt him swelling inside her. “Now,” she grunted, slamming herself down onto him one final time, her ass clenching like a vise. “Cum in my ass. Fill it.”

The command broke him. With a raw, shattered shout, he erupted. His cock pulsed violently, jet after hot jet of cum shooting deep into Neha’s bowels, a claiming that was as psychological as it was physical. The feeling of his release triggered a chain of climaxes around him. Neha screamed, her body seizing as she came untouched, the internal convulsions massaging his spurting cock. Sweety flooded his mouth with her own release, her juices mixing with Neha’s sweat on his skin. Dharani sobbed as she came on Tanisha’s tongue, and Swetha bit Ishitha’s shoulder hard enough to leave marks as she reached her peak.

They collapsed around him, a sweaty, spent heap of limbs. Neha slowly lifted herself off him, his softening cock slipping from her well-used ass with a wet, obscene sound. She turned and lay beside him, her head on his chest. The others arranged themselves around them, a silent, breathing testament to the pact. In the quiet, Venkat understood. He was not a victim. He was the conduit. And as he drifted into an exhausted sleep, surrounded by the women who owned him body and soul, he felt not shame, but a profound, unshakeable sense of belonging. The startup would soar to new heights. And he would be there, at its core, ready to service its every need.

The All-Female Startup Pact