The Harem of Killion Perry
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 5
Suspense Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Killion Perry known as fearless man in the hood. He know exactly what he will get after charged for doing crime, something more enjoyable than being the victim. His courage was feared by gang leaders, until a pimp asked for help to continue her business.
Caution: This Suspense Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Slavery Fiction Crime Wife Watching Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male Black Female White Female Anal Sex Sex Toys Cat-Fighting Prostitution AI Generated
That evening, Mrs. Hubbard dressed with care, choosing a tight, black dress that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. She applied her makeup with trembling hands, her thoughts racing with all the possibilities of the night ahead. When the clock struck 9 PM, she and her husband were greeted at the door of the mansion by Jelinda, who looked them up and down with a predatory smile.
“Welcome to our little club,” she purred, her eyes lingering on Mrs. Hubbard’s exposed skin. “You are look absolutely delicious.”
Mr. Hubbard’s grip on his wife’s hand tightened, his eyes glazed over with lust as he took in the sight of the two dominatrices. He had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, ever since Jelinda had first approached him at a cafe. The idea of watching his beautiful wife being taken by these powerful women had consumed him, driving him to distraction.
Mrs. Hubbard swallowed hard, her heart racing as she followed Jelinda through the opulent halls of the mansion. The walls were lined with velvet, the floor with plush carpets, and the air was thick with the scent of desire. She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter, but there was a thrill in it too, a thrill that she hadn’t felt in years.
As they reached the door of a dimly lit room, Shaquira appeared, her eyes raking over Mrs. Hubbard’s body. “My husband is eager to make sure she’s in tip-top shape for him and our clients,” she said to Mr. Hubbard, her voice a sultry purr. “But first, we need to make sure her assets is fit to be claimed.”
Mrs. Hubbard’s heart hammered in her chest as Jelinda opened the door and ushered them inside. The room was large and cold, with a medical examination table in the center, surrounded by shelves filled with an array of whips, dildos, and other instruments of pleasure and pain. The sight of it sent a chill down her spine, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
“Strip,” Shaquira ordered, her voice firm and commanding. Mrs. Hubbard’s hands trembled as she unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, feeling vulnerable and exposed in her lingerie. She glanced at her husband, whose eyes were glued to her every movement.
Jelinda approached, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She took Mrs. Hubbard’s wrists and pulled her closer to the examination table. “Lie down,” she instructed, her voice low and seductive. Mrs. Hubbard obeyed, feeling the cool metal against her skin as she laid back, her breasts rising and falling with each nervous breath.
Shaquira circled the table like a shark, her eyes taking in every inch of Mrs. Hubbard’s trembling body. She reached out and pinched a nipple, watching with satisfaction as it stiffened to a peak. “Very nice,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “But we need to make sure everything else is up to our standards.”
Jelinda nodded, her own eyes glinting with excitement. She slid a hand down Mrs. Hubbard’s body, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist before slipping into the damp fabric of her underwear. Mrs. Hubbard gasped as Jelinda’s touch grew more intimate, her fingertips dancing over her clit before pushing inside her. “Oh,” she moaned, her legs involuntarily spreading wider.
Jelinda’s face twisted in a frown as she felt Mrs. Hubbard’s tight, unused pussy. She looked up at Mr. Hubbard, who was watching with a strange mix of pride and arousal. “How often do you fuck your wife?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
Mr. Hubbard coughed, looking a bit embarrassed. “Well,” he began, “I’d say ... a few times a month.”
Shaquira rolled her eyes. “Amateurs,” she muttered under her breath. But she knew that was part of the thrill for these types of men—watching their wives become the sexual goddesses they could never make them. She turned to Mrs. Hubbard, her expression one of mock concern. “Don’t worry, darling,” she said, “we’ll have you ready for our clients in no time.”
Jelinda nodded, a smug smile playing on her lips. She reached for a bottle of oil, her eyes never leaving Mrs. Hubbard’s chest. She knew that men paid a premium for hard, firm tits, and if Mrs. Hubbard’s weren’t going to cooperate naturally, she’d just have to make them that way. She began to massage the oil into Mrs. Hubbard’s breasts, her grip tightening until the woman’s eyes widened in pain.
“You see,” she said, her voice a purr, “these will be much more appealing to our clients if they’re a little ... plumper.” She worked her fingers into the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing until Mrs. Hubbard’s nipples were red and swollen. “Now, darling, I know it might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but think of it as an investment in your future here.”
Mrs. Hubbard bit her lip, trying not to cry out as the pain grew more intense. But she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction as her breasts grew larger under Jelinda’s ministrations. It was as if she was being transformed into something more, something that could satisfy the most demanding of men.
“You see,” Jelinda murmured, her voice thick with pleasure, “you’re going to make them so much more ... palatable. And the best part is, you’re going to love every second of it.”
Mrs. Hubbard’s eyes searched her husband’s face for a hint of protest, but all she found was a look of hunger, his eyes glazed over with desire. She took a deep breath, nodding slightly. “Okay,” she murmured, her voice shaking. “Just do it.”
With a wicked smile, Jelinda reached for a larger bottle of oil. “Let’s not waste any more time,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. She began to squeeze more oil onto Mrs. Hubbard’s breasts, her hands moving with more vigor as she worked the oil into the soft flesh. She watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction as Mrs. Hubbard’s chest grew larger, the pain bringing a new kind of arousal to the surface.
After one minute of intense squeezing and manipulation, Shaquira stepped closer, her eyes gleaming as she took over. She cupped one of the bruised breasts in her hand, feeling the hardness beneath her fingers. “Perfect,” she murmured, her smile growing wider. “Just the right amount of ... perkiness.” She gave it a final squeeze, her nails digging in just enough to make Mrs. Hubbard gasp.
Mrs. Hubbard looked down at her chest, the pain giving way to a strange sense of pride. She had never felt so ... desired before. So powerful. She watched as the oil glistened on her skin, the light playing off the curves of her newfound assets. It was as if she had been handed a gift, a secret weapon that could unlock a world she never knew existed.
“Now, darling,” Jelinda said, her voice a silky caress, “it’s time for the final touch.” She stepped back, gesturing to Mrs. Hubbard’s lower half. “Lie back and spread your beauty ass cheeks for me.”
Mrs. Hubbard’s heart raced, but she did as she was told, her legs trembling as she bent her knees and reached back to expose herself. The cool air of the room hit her anus, making her clench involuntarily. She felt a bead of sweat roll down her spine as she waited for the next command.
Jelinda’s eyes narrowed as she took in the sight before her. Mrs. Hubbard’s anus was a tight, untouched rosebud, a stark contrast to the bruised and stretched pussy she had felt earlier. “Well, well, well,” she said, her voice filled with surprise and excitement. “Looks like your husband has been holding out on us.” She turned to Mr. Hubbard, her expression one of mock shock. “You’ve never taken her here?”
Mr. Hubbard shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing. “Well, no,” he admitted, his voice a bit too loud in the quiet room. “We’ve ... we’ve never tried it.”
Jelinda chuckled, her eyes gleaming as she approached Mrs. Hubbard with a bottle of lube. “No matter,” she said, her voice a soothing purr. “We’re here to help you expand your ... horizons, darling.” She handed the bottle to Shaquira, who took it with a smirk.
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