The Omnistore System



"Ah, ahh, ngh, ngh, ahh," were the only sounds filling the room. Samira's moans mixed with the rustling of Kevin's body against her soft buttocks.

She clung to Kevin, her body arching, her tongue dancing in the air, just like her modest-sized breasts swaying. Her eyes rolled back, and she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening, except for the pleasure surging through her as her anus was passionately explored.

'What's happening to me?' she whispered to herself, her mind in a haze, her vision blurred, struggling to focus on the scene before her.

After a while, her vision returned, and she began to grasp the situation. At first, she attempted to resist, but it became apparent that her body was no longer under her control. Even if it were, she doubted she could free herself from Kevin's enchanting movements, each thrust sending shivers down her spine, almost as if it had a magical grip on her, on the verge of pushing her into an overwhelming climax.

'Why...does this feel so...good?' she questioned herself. This was her first time getting penetrated in a long while, and that also in her anus, which hadn't seen any action other than her fingering it herself. Her inner turmoil continued as her body betrayed her with sensations she had never imagined.

"Ahh...ahh...slow down...ahh," she gasped between her moans, her voice pleading as the relentless thrusting made coherent thoughts nearly impossible.

Kevin, a mischievous grin on his face, taunted her, "Finally, you came back to your senses. How was heaven?" He, however, ignored her plea and increased his pace.

"Ahh...ahh, you...bastard...I said...ahh...slow down," Samira moaned, her head thrown back in a mix of pleasure and frustration, her back arching as she struggled to keep up with the intensity.

"Tell me, how was heaven, or I'll send you back there," Kevin quipped, tightening his grip on her arm and playfully pressing her closer to his crotch. 

Samira was left utterly bewildered by Kevin's cryptic comment. The only thing she was certain of was the torrent of sensations that coursed through her as her body unleashed a deluge of liquid within herself, soaking her completely. And then, as if in some surreal dream, she found herself embroiled in an intense encounter, her anus being the center of attention.

She couldn't quite believe that this was happening and briefly considered it might be a mere figment of her imagination. However, the sticky remnants clinging to her curvaceous white skin and the blurry droplets of water served as evidence, leaving her with no doubt that everything had unfolded in the realm of reality.

Reflecting on the intense pleasure she had experienced in those fleeting moments, she couldn't help but long for it again. 'I want to taste that heavenly bliss once more,' she whispered to herself, desire flickering in her eyes.

However, a wave of uncertainty washed over her. 'But is it safe? What if I become addicted to it?' Her mind raced with questions, and Samira found herself in a turbulent sea of emotions. Her body tingled with sensations that had never been explored before, while Kevin's penis was like an irresistible tide, sweeping away every rational thought in a sea of ecstasy.

A part of her was questioning the morality of her actions. Was this what she truly wanted? Should she be surrendering herself to the desires that were taking over her? These questions swirled in her mind, creating a storm of doubt and conflict.

Yet another part of her reveled in the newfound pleasure. It was as if a hidden side of her had been awakened, and the sensations were like a drug, intoxicating and irresistible. Kevin's touch sent shivers down her spine, and her body responded with an intensity that surprised her. Her inner conflict deepened as her desires clashed with her sense of morality.

As Kevin continued his passionate exploration, Samira couldn't help but wonder about the consequences of her actions. Would she regret this later? What would her friends and family think if they ever found out? These worries weighed on her, but in the heat of the moment, they seemed distant and inconsequential.

Smack! The sudden sting on her rear disrupted her train of thought. It was Kevin who had playfully slapped it, causing her butt cheeks to ripple. 

And his second kept the hold on her arms to not let her get out of her orgasmic ride. 

"What...ahh, are you...ahh, you rascal...don't...slap me!" she protested with a hint of anger. However, her defiance was met with another sharp slap to her buttocks, causing her anus to clench involuntarily in response.

Smaira felt another orgasm building, a tantalizing wave of pleasure ready to crash over her. But she hesitated, torn between the desire to savor this sensation and the apprehension of what was happening to her rear end. She didn't want to experience the climax yet, at least not through anal penetration, fearing it would make her seem submissive, lower, or somehow defeated by Kevin. Her original motivation had been rooted in the pursuit of power and equality, ensuring no one could ever look down on her.

But now, as Kevin continued to penetrate her, she felt powerless, unable to halt the inevitable progression of their intimate encounter. She longed for a more familiar form of satisfaction, a climax that didn't involve her anus. Her preference was to at least achieve orgasm through vaginal penetration, a sensation she could understand and embrace.

However, Kevin's relentless thrusts were making it difficult for her to maintain control. Her body was overwhelmed with pleasure, and Kevin's hand, with its occasional slaps to her buttocks, added an extra layer of sensation that she hadn't anticipated. As her butt cheeks rippled from the impact, she was struck by the complexity of her emotions. It was a chaotic blend of longing and hesitation, a tug-of-war between pleasure and defiance. This moment was a paradox; she found herself loving the sensations while simultaneously hating the loss of control. It was a whirlwind of emotion and sensation, and she couldn't easily make sense of it.