The Omnistore System



In the heat of the moment, amidst their intertwining desires, Kevin found himself on the brink of release, poised to let go.

With a forceful final thrust, Kevin's hips met Sia's face, a slap of skin against skin. He buried his throbbing erection deep within her throat and unleashed a torrent of scorching semen that shot directly into the depths of her stomach.

Kevin's body arched, keeping Sia's lips pressed against his crotch, her eyes widening in a mix of shock and distress. The pressure on her throat had nearly cut off her supply of breath minutes earlier, leaving her gasping and struggling to endure the intense encounter.

"Your throat would make a great onehole." But Kevin's concern was elsewhere as he continued to release his hot seed deep into her stomach. He withdrew his penis only partially, leaving just a trace of it nestled within her throat, a trail of his essence marking its path from deep within her to the tip of her tongue and then onto her flushed face.

His still-leaking penis glided over her lips and cheeks, anointing her dark skin with a mixture of his slippery white semen, mingled with her saliva and tears.

Trails of glistening white semen traced a delicate path across her cheeks and chins, creating a stark contrast against her rich complexion. The mixture of his essence, her saliva, and tears formed a shimmering veil, almost like a transient work of art. Her sky-blue eyes, once filled with curiosity and resistance, now held a mixture of astonishment and surrender as they looked up at Kevin.

"Hey, what a perfect moment, let me capture it," Kevin remarked with a mischievous grin, utilizing his smartwatch to capture an image of her face adorned with traces of semen. His semi-hard penis, still coated with the remnants of their encounter, playfully pressed against her skin from her chin to her forehead, leaving another small trail of glistening fluid in its wake.

As the image was captured, Kevin glanced down at Sia, her unfocused eyes fixed on his penis, which now lay between her brows and nose. Her tongue, though still slightly extended, was softly brushing against the now slightly softened shaft. "Shall we send this to your friend?" he suggested, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

However, Sia remained oblivious to his words, her mind consumed by the recent climax she had experienced, her strength momentarily drained from her body.

*****

"Na naa na naaaa ni nooo," a distant melody floated through the air, coming from a plump woman who was merrily swaying her ample hips while tending to the dishes in her cozy apartment. Abruptly, her newly acquired smartwatch began to vibrate, interrupting her humming. She glanced down at the device, noting a message from the generous giver of the watch.

"Look how adorable your friend looks," she read aloud and tapped the attached file. Instantly, a holographic image materialized before her, revealing a woman with short hair. A rush of embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she quickly shut her eyes, trying to shield herself from the unexpected sight.

She directed her gaze toward the dining table, where two young women were engrossed in their phones. An internal realization struck her, 'Wait, they can see it…' she scolded herself, having momentarily forgotten that the holographic display could be visible to others if she didn't choose to keep it private.

Feeling a mix of both curiosity and embarrassment, Venice cautiously re-opened the image. Her face turned a deeper shade of red as she observed the explicit nature of the image: her friend Sia's face was coated with a substance that was unmistakably semen, and a well-endowed penis rested upon her features.

A cascade of judgmental thoughts filled her mind, 'How could she agree to do something so embarrassing?' she pondered, briefly forgetting that just yesterday morning, her own face had been in a similar predicament.

Yet, upon closer examination, Venice discerned a curious mix of unfocused contentment on Sia's face in the image, causing her to whisper under her breath, "She actually seemed to enjoy this."

Her curiosity caught the attention of a nearby young woman. "Who seems to be enjoying what?" she questioned, following Venice's gaze to the point of interest.

Caught off guard, Venice swiftly closed the image, her face now a deep shade of crimson. "Oh, nothing," she mumbled, her embarrassment evident to anyone paying attention.

The young woman raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Come on, Mom. You can't just brush it off like that. What were you looking at?"

Venice stumbled over her words, her mind scrambling for a plausible explanation. "Uh, it was just… a funny meme I stumbled upon," she replied with a slightly nervous chuckle. "You know how those things can catch you off guard."

Her friend shot her a skeptical glance but shrugged it off. "Fine, if you say so. But where did you get that smartwatch? You never mentioned it."

"Who else could it be from, other than that young friend of hers?" Chloe interjected, a trace of annoyance coloring her tone, her eyes still glued to her phone screen.

"What young friend, Mom?" the girl who had asked earlier piped up again, her features bearing a resemblance to Venice's. She appeared a bit older than Chloe, presumably her older sister.

"Let's not worry about your sister, Amy. She's just upset that I didn't give it to her," Venice explained, finishing her task and shifting her attention to her older daughter.

Amy, like her mother, had black hair and hazel eyes, yet her features had a somewhat dulled quality. While Venice had a cute and charming look, Amy's features seemed slightly less vibrant. Her body was akin to her mother's, though Venice's chest size leaned toward medium and large, while Amy's could be considered large, verging on enormous. Despite standing at an impressive height of over 6 and a half feet, her larger frame bestowed a striking, yet still captivating, presence.

"But where did you get it, then?" Amy pressed, not fully satisfied with her mother's response.

"It's not a big deal where it came from. What's important is, did you secure the job?" Venice inquired, taking a seat next to her daughter.

Upon hearing her mother's question, Amy's expression dimmed slightly as she shook her head. Observing her daughter's disappointment, Venice let out a sigh.

"Don't get discouraged, Amy. You'll have another opportunity," Chloe comforted her sister, recognizing her deflated mood.

"Why not try my friend's store next time? He mentioned needing some help, and the pay is quite decent too," Venice suggested.