Thank You for Volunteer editor Ortay Ortay.
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Riya was a twenty-five year old divorced woman who had adopted one of my younger cousins. She is an Anglo-Indian and after her divorce, she chose to settle in India. As I was very affectionate towards my cousin, I frequently visited her Palace.
In one word, Riya was perfect. She was smart, kind and sexy. We would to talk for hours every day after she adopted my cousin and we got close enough to share our sexual fantasies. I didn't tell her as much as I wanted too but she began to share her experiences of erotic fetish acts. I took the hint, I knew she wanted to share an experience together. After all of her stories, I still didn't know quite what to expect but one day, I prepared myself for a long fuck session and left for her palace.
When I arrived at the palace Riya waved down at me from a balcony but quickly disappeared. I thought she was coming down to see me but a maid came out instead. She told me that Riya had left! but she wanted me to stay until she came home.
Three hours passed. The maid had asked me if I wanted to see my cousin so I had spent the time playing with him in the yard as the evening grew darker.
Suddenly the gates opened and two cars raced into lane and stopped. I could hear many voices, chuckling and laughing. At least eight girls walked in along with Riya.
"You're still here!" Riya exclaimed.
"I feared you would leave and miss the action. I'm so glad you stayed. I've got some exciting plans for us, I know you will love it," She smiled.
She asked everybody to wait in the reception room and took my cousin to his bedroom.
As soon as she left the girls continued talking. They are all showing lot of interest in me. Their voices were slightly different somehow and two of them looked slightly, odd. After fifteen minutes, it clicked! at least six of them were Shemale/Trans.
I was confused and scared. I just pulled up my socks. I trusted Riya and she obviously thought I would enjoy whatever was about to happen. My cousin must have fallen asleep because Riya had just come back into the room. Dressed in a blue latex tunic, she was just, wow. I was speechless. I realized I was just stared at her. Her perfectly shaped body was covered by the tunic but the latex exposed everything. Her waistline was arc perfect. She was the perfect hourglass figure with curvaceous hips and big 36D breasts.
"What are you staring at?" she asked teasingly.
"You look stunning," I complimented.
She blushed at me and took my hand and kissed it softly.
"Lets get out here, we have a lot of work tonight" she exulted.
She waved everyone to follow her. She took us to the main staircase but instead of going up, she took us down. We went past the servants level and kept descending further down the basements of the palace. The staircase grew darker as the light above us disappeared. I had hesitated to take a step but she had no problem with it. She just continued to walk through while holding my hand.
"Why don't you turn on some light?" I questioned.
"Are you afraid of dark?" she inquired.
"No, But..." I hesitated.
"I live in here and I like to keep these rooms dark even in daytime. This is like a bright path for my colorful world," she started.
"My life is a dark one. Very few people can see it and many of them won't like it. I am saying this and doing this because I want to show you the real me," she continued
"I have been very much into you these days and you attracted me more than anyone. I know that you have similar feelings for me but you are so innocent. I have given enough reasons and shown you my past to explain to you that you are dealing an Anglo-Indian whore but you still hesitate." She added.
"You will be watching one of my fantasies tonight. So that you can understand me better." She concluded.
I just kept my calm and followed her to a door, which was opened by her.
"Welcome to my world," she invited.
It was a spacious room, tinted with yellowish light. Riya walked to other end to bring some more lights on and it brought bright effect of candles in the room. The light reflected off her body made her lustrous and the sweat drop on her forehead resembled a gold drop.
I walked to her, placed my hand on her hip and moved my finger up to touch her waist and bust. She responded with a tight hug. She handed me a remote and walked towards the other side of the room where the eight trans-girls stood watching us.
"The remote will open the door. If you feel uncomfortable and want to leave you can walk out of here any time" she offered.
I hope you watch the complete show, please, just spit on me before you leave," She laughed
"What do you mean? What show are you talking about?" I queried.
She smiled at me first the turned to the girls and said, "Lets begin the show."
All the girls started to manhandle her. They pulled her, started to spank her boobs and ass. One of them choked her and started to slap her. It got really rough in just a few short seconds. They pushed her onto her knees, slapped her to open her mouth and started to spit on her face and in her mouth, still while spanking her and slapping her tits.
One of the girls, opened her top and made Riya suck on her nipples. Another girl from behind pulled out Riya's boobs and started to pinch her nipples.
Riya was moaning in pain but seemed to really be enjoying this treatment.
Two of the girls broke away from the group and moved towards a closet in the corner. Clearly they had been here before and knew where things were. They opened the closet and started pulling out a large collection of sex toys. Some of them I recognized, others, I could only guess at their uses. I was stuck between wanting to break open and explore the closet, or stay watching Riya being abused while writhing in pleasure.
They started with the nine tailed flogger. Taking turns, they whipped Riya's boobs firmly. Her body was turning red with the impact. Still she was still moaning in pleasure and begging for more. She was really enjoying it.
They began to restrain her while she was being whipped. First they restrained her hands with double lock handcuffs, then her legs with ankle cuffs, which were attached to ropes around her thighs. Her boobs were bound with breast binders and nipple clamps were placed on both nipples.
"I want cock!" Riya shouted, by now she was panting and sweating all over.
