Keerthana’s tongue and Vidhya’s lips collided over Kavya Sruthi’s clit, a wet, messy competition of pressure and suction. Kavya’s back arched off the floor, a raw, screaming cry tearing from her throat as her cunt clenched and gushed against their faces. “Fuck! Fuck, I’m coming!” Her release soaked their chins, the taste salty and sharp. Kavya’s hand fisted in Keerthana’s hair, holding her there, milking the last shuddering pulses with her tongue.

“Good girls,” Kavya panted, pushing them off. Her eyes were glazed but calculating. “Now switch.”

She pulled Keerthana up by the arm and guided her toward Venkat, who was still on his back, his cock standing thick and dripping. Vidhya was already moving, crawling on her knees toward Bhavya and the marketing man. Bhavya was being fucked so hard her tits swung wildly, her cries now broken sobs of overstimulation. Vidhya positioned herself beneath them, catching the marketing man’s balls in her mouth, sucking them while her fingers found Bhavya’s clit, rubbing hard and fast.

“Ride him,” Kavya ordered Keerthana, shoving her down onto Venkat’s waiting shaft.

Keerthana gasped as he filled her, the stretch immediate and breathtaking. He was thicker than she’d imagined, splitting her open. Venkat’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her brutal rhythm. “That’s it, take it all, you tight little cunt,” he grunted, thrusting upward to meet her downward slams. The sound of their skin meeting was a wet, rhythmic slap that joined the symphony of the room.

All around them, the orgy coalesced into a single, heaving organism. The finance accountant had bent his two women over a low filing cabinet, fucking one in the pussy from behind while the other pushed her ass back onto his waiting fingers. “Who wants my load first?” he roared. “The one who comes hardest gets the better review!” Their competing wails rose in pitch. Near the window, Priya was now on her back, the intern’s cock buried in her ass while a female colleague from HR rode Priya’s face, grinding her pussy down onto her mouth. Priya’s muffled screams vibrated against the woman’s folds.

“Faster,” Venkat demanded, his fingers digging bruises into Keerthana’s thighs. His eyes were locked on Kavya Sruthi, who had retrieved a thick, veined silicone toy from a nearby box of props. Kavya approached Bhavya and Vidhya. The marketing man was pistoning into Bhavya with relentless, deep strokes, his balls slapping her swollen lips.

“Let’s see your stamina, Bhavya,” Kavya said, her voice a low purr. She pressed the slick head of the toy against Bhavya’s asshole. Bhavya’s eyes flew open. “No, wait—!”

Kavya didn’t wait. She pushed, the toy stretching the tight ring of muscle as the marketing man’s cock plundered her cunt. Bhavya’s scream was shattered, a sound of unbearable fullness. “DOUBLE! I’M BEING FUCKED DOUBLE!” Her body convulsed, her cunt spasming around the real cock as the toy invaded her ass.

Vidhya, beneath them, increased the pace on Bhavya’s clit, her fingers a blur. “Come for us, you slut. Show them you can take it.”

Keerthana felt her own climax building, a tight coil in her belly pulled taut by Venkat’s relentless pounding. He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around her, his mouth finding her nipple, biting down. The pain was sharp and bright, sending a jolt straight to her core. “You’re gonna come on my dick, aren’t you?” he growled against her skin. “Come for your promotion.”

The command, the overwhelming sensation, the sight of Bhavya being filled in both holes broke her. Keerthana shattered, her cunt clenching violently around Venkat’s shaft, a silent scream on her lips as waves of pleasure electrocuted her nerves. Venkat groaned, his own release triggered. He held her down, impaled, as he pumped his cum deep inside her, hot and thick, his cock throbbing with each pulse.

As Keerthana trembled through the aftershocks, she saw Kavya Sruthi moving again. She left the toy buried in Bhavya’s ass and climbed onto the marketing man’s back, pressing her slick pussy against him, rubbing her clit on his sweat-slicked skin as he continued to fuck Bhavya. “Keep going,” Kavya moaned in his ear. “Your performance is being evaluated too.”

The room was a tangle of limbs and orifices. A group of five had formed near the central table—two men and three women in a daisy chain of penetration and oral. One woman was on her knees, sucking a cock while another fucked her from behind with a strap-on, and that woman was being licked by a man who was, in turn, being ridden by another. The sounds were a continuous loop of grunts, slaps, and filthy, encouraging words. “Take that dick!” “Swallow it all!” “Your ass is mine!”

Venkat slipped out of Keerthana, his cum leaking down her thigh. He patted her cheek, his breath hot. “Not bad. Now go help her.” He nodded toward Vidhya, who was looking dazed, her mouth glistening. “Show her how a real team player performs.”

Keerthana, still weak-kneed, crawled to Vidhya. Without a word, she pushed Vidhya onto her back and lowered her head between her legs. Vidhya’s cunt was swollen, glistening with sweat and the marketing man’s earlier attention. Keerthana licked a broad stripe, then focused on her clit, sucking it hard, using her fingers to spread Vidhya’s lips wide. Vidhya’s hands flew to Keerthana’s head, holding her there. “Yes, just like that, make me come again, I need it—”

Nearby, Bhavya was sobbing through a second, violent orgasm, her body stretched impossibly around the two penetrations. The marketing man finally roared, slamming home, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his load. Kavya, still rubbing against his back, peaked with a sharp cry, her juices adding to the mess on his skin.

A whistle cut through the noise. The senior HR evaluator, a woman in her forties with a clipboard, stood on a chair. “Round transition! Pair off for tribbing and toy play competition! Women on women, now! Let’s see who can make their partner scream loudest in three minutes!”

The room shifted, a chaotic reconfiguration of bodies. Keerthana was pulled away from Vidhya by Bhavya, whose eyes were wild, her body still quivering. “You’re with me,” Bhavya breathed, her voice hoarse. She pulled Keerthana down onto a padded mat, spreading Keerthana’s legs and settling between them, their wet cunts aligning. “Grind on me. Hard.”

They pressed their swollen folds together, rocking, the friction immediate and electric. Keerthana could feel Bhavya’s hard clit against her own, a perfect, slippery pressure. Bhavya’s hands gripped Keerthana’s ass, pulling her closer, increasing the force. “Fuck me with your pussy,” Bhavya whispered, her forehead against Keerthana’s. Their breath mingled, hot and fast. Around them, other pairs of women were entangled in similar frantic grinding, some using double-ended toys, others using hands and mouths. The wet, slapping sounds of pussy on pussy filled the air, a new layer to the symphony.

Vidhya had paired with Kavya Sruthi. Kavya was on her back, a large, vibrating wand pressed to her clit. Vidhya was straddling her face, lowering her dripping cunt onto Kavya’s waiting mouth while she used her own fingers on herself. “Lick me clean,” Vidhya moaned, rocking forward. “Lick his cum out of me and make me forget my name.”

Kavya’s tongue delved deep, her hums of pleasure vibrating through Vidhya’s body. The evaluator walked between the pairs, stopwatch in hand, noting the intensity, the volume of the cries. Keerthana lost herself in the rhythm, in the intimate, crushing pressure of Bhavya against her, in the shared, desperate climb toward another peak in this endless, grueling, exhilarating competition.

The Orgy Performance Review