Today was the last day, our final rendezvous, at least for now. J. and I had shared countless adventures, most of which I'd committed to paper. But one last real date? I was going to surprise her, pull out all the stops.

I picked her up at a train station, somewhere in the heartland. She climbed into the car, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Breathtaking in her red dress—her Christmas dress, I think. It flattered her curves. She kissed me, eager for the day ahead. I confessed I'd missed our conversations, but was thrilled to be with her again. A twenty-minute drive later, we arrived at a secluded cottage. "We're here," I said. I grabbed her bag and we stepped inside.

J.'s eyes widened. The cottage was modest but well-appointed: a sauna, a jacuzzi, a spacious bedroom with a bed clearly designed for... experimentation. And an open plan living area. The owners hadn't exaggerated. This place oozes sensuality.

"I said, after pouring drinks, it's time to settle in," I announced, the words feeling heavy in the air. J. had already noticed the three bags by my feet. Her eyes, wide with curiosity, were fixed on them. I couldn't keep up the charade any longer. "Shall I unpack, darling?" I asked, a playful glint in my eye. Her mischievous smile was all the answer I needed.

My first bag held my clothes. The second, however, was far more intriguing. It overflowed with sex toys and BDSM paraphernalia. Playtime, I chuckled. The final bag contained a video camera and a tripod. To capture our last rendezvous for you. A keepsake she could revisit, whenever she desired.

I still need to take care of a few things," I told J. "Maybe you should try out the sauna and jacuzzi first. You could use some relaxation." A mischievous grin tugged at my lips. J. noticed, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her. "But," I said, "there's one more thing I need to show you." As I spoke, we were already shedding our clothes, leaving only our robes. It had become a kind of ritual for our dates. J. looked at me expectantly as I told her about the surprise. But what she would find, I thought, would be a disappointment.

Because I no longer wish to deceive my wife, I’ve told her of our plans. Permission granted, on one condition. Slowly, I peel down my underwear, revealing my member, caged. The key, my wife still holds. I see the disappointment in J.’s eyes. I know how she adores taking my member into her mouth. But, I say quickly, I’ll make it up to you. Believe me, you’ll never forget this night. For now, why don’t you enjoy the sauna and jacuzzi? Afterward, I’ll paint you a picture of our evening.

While J. soaks in the sauna, I make a few calls and prepare some snacks. When I call her after half an hour, she emerges from the jacuzzi. A glimpse of her naked body, and my cock twitches in its cage. This is going to be tough. She smiles, teasing, revealing more of herself. As we sit, she asks, "So, what's the plan? Movie night and early to bed? Not much else with your dick in that thing." "Not for me," I say, "but for you, yes. I've arranged your biggest fantasy. The one you told me about in our first chat." Her eyes widen. She stutters. "Yes, five of them. They're on their way. Your first gangbang.

Just as J. had begun to recover from the initial shock, there was a knock at the door. Five figures entered the room. I began, in the style of one of my favorite films, Reservoir Dogs, to introduce the cast.

This is Mr. Blue, I started. A tall, blond man stepped forward. Mr. Blue, I continued, brings twenty centimeters. The second person was Mr. Orange, a slender man, who claimed to bring fifteen centimeters. Then there was Mr. Brown, a dark-haired man (17 CM), and Mr. Yellow, a stunning she-male with still 14cm in his pants.

Last was Miss Purple, a towering figure with proportions that defied belief. She already wore a harness, designed to accommodate a variety of... dildo’s. I had a collection of just such toys in my case. Each of them wore a mask, their identities concealed. Tattoos were forbidden, ensuring anonymity of all persons involved in this dark play.

Having offered everyone a drink, I instructed J. to remove her robe, leaving her entirely naked. I led her to the kitchen bar. A hook protruded from the underside, designed to secure handcuffs. With a swift movement, I bound J.'s wrists. Next, I blindfolded her and seated her on a barstool. It was time for a closer acquaintance.

The five of them shifted to the other side of the bar. Mr. Blue, the first, scaled the counter and knelt before J., positioning her head near his already swollen member. With a rough hand, he grasped her head and commanded her to open her mouth. Obediently, she complied, beginning to swallow the enormous thing. She made it two-thirds of the way down without gagging before starting to suck.

After Mister Blue, the others followed, one by one offering themselves to J.'s eager lips. Miss Pink had selected a slender, elongated dildo, typically reserved for anal explorations. Yet, J. welcomed it with the same avidity. Once everyone had taken their turn twice, a playful challenge was introduced. Blindfolded, J. was to identify her partners by the feel of their members. Each wrong guess would be met with three resounding strikes of a leather paddle. The anticipation of the game only heightened J.'s arousal, a sheen of moisture already betraying her excitement on the bar stool.

The game began. Mr. Blue was easy for J. to spot. Perhaps it was her favorite; she kept repeating the monstrous creature's name. Miss Purple's plastic lid was a piece of cake too. The other three, however, were tricky. She often missed, leaving her lovely bottom increasingly red. Each strike was accompanied by a soft moan.

After half an hour, she had seen it all. A perfect match of souls and skin. It was time for the grand finale. Miss Purple gently lifted J. from her perch, coaxing her into a forward lean. I handed her the lubricant she requested and a bullet vibrator. With a delicate touch, Miss Purple anointed J.'s ass and began her exploration, unyielding but oh so gentle. The vibrator thrummed against J.'s clitoris, a rhythmic counterpoint to the slow, deliberate invasion. J. cried out, a sound both primal and sweet.

The other four men were perched atop the bar, their hard cocks clutched in their fists, poised for the climax. J. took them one by one, deep into her mouth, gasping for breath between each. One by one, they came, their seed spraying into her mouth and across her face. J. herself had already come twice, and a third was building. She’d serviced them all, save for Mr. Blue, her favorite.

She attacked him as if they’d just begun, not after forty-five minutes of oral pleasure. While Ms. Purple pounded away roughly, J. went deeper with Mr. Blue. The sight drove him wild. He couldn’t hold it in and sprayed everything he had. J. swallowed greedily, but as she climaxed with a loud cry, half of Mr. Blue’s load spilled from her mouth.

I handed J. a towel and led her to the shower. Her smile said it all; she’d enjoyed it, and this was only the beginning. As the water roared in the shower, I prepared for the next act. My cock throbbed painfully in its cage. Arousal simmered beneath my skin, but I was helpless. When I was ready with the preparation for round II, , a peculiar horizontal rack stood in the room, a spreader bar attached. We would place J. upon it, utterly exposed.

When J. re-entered the room, she was a vision. Her lips were painted a striking red, and her ample breasts swayed with each step. Her gaze was fixed on the device in the corner, a look of anticipation in her eyes. She asked for another drink before the next round. Fifteen minutes later, she was secured within the apparatus. Strapped in, spread-eagled, and with her head immobilized, she was completely at our mercy. Our 'colorful' guests had discarded their robes once more and gathered around her.

Miss Purple was the first to approach J., her face inches from hers. "Lick," she demanded. "I'm the only one who hasn't come yet. And if you do good, you can feel my 'Bad Dragon' soon." The other men formed a line behind J. First was our she-male, Mr. Yellow, followed by Mr. Brown, Mr. Orange, and finally Mr. Blue. J. moaned as Mr. Yellow entered her. He wasn't the biggest, but his member was surprisingly thick. Meanwhile, Mr. Brown, who was bi, was licking Mr. Yellow's breasts, only increasing his arousal. Soon, he quickened his pace, causing J. to breathe faster. At least, when she had the chance, because Miss Purple still had her head locked in place, determined to reach her orgasm. Mr. Yellow managed to climax first, leaving his offering on J.'s buttocks and back.

Mr. Brown was the second to defile her. He toyed with her, a gentle tease, before plunging deep and hard. Joy painted J. her face, smeared with Miss Purple's essence. The pretty woman, though, was insatiable. After five minutes, Mr. Brown, who was bi-sexsual, touched Mr. Yellow, his offering splattered beside the other. The next man was already eager. Meanwhile, I filmed everything, trying to ignore the rebellion of my dick against its constraints.

Mr Orange, a silent figure, almost a ghost in the group, was next. His intrusion into J. was a shock, a sudden spike of pain and pleasure. Miss Purple, insatiable as ever, commanded her to lick faster. J. obeyed with abandon, her own slickness beginning to pool on the floor. Mr Orange, as quiet and determined as ever, finished his task, his offering landing squarely on J.’s beautiful backside.

Finally, after her third climax, Miss Purple was sated. She turned to Mr. Blue, his 20 cm tool poised to penetrate J., and signaled him to wait. Moving to the toy box, Miss Purple retrieved a buttplug nearly 4 cm thick. Lathering it generously, she slowly but firmly inserted it into J.’s ass. She knew that when Mr. Blue entered her, she would be completely filled. The thought both excited and terrified her.

Mr. Blue was a gentleman. He knew he would fill J. completely and so he entered her slowly, watching her reaction. If J. tensed, he would stop, but also his desire was strong. Within a minute or two, the full twenty centimeters were deep inside J.. Quite an accomplishment for someone of J.’s height. J. was completely relaxed now. When Mr. Brown placed Mr. Yellow’s softened lengthen his mouth just before her, J. her desire soared to new heights. The sexual interplay between Mr. Brown and the Trans-man, Mr. Yellow, coupled with the increasingly frantic pumping of Mr. Blue, brought J. to another climax. No longer muffled by Miss Purple's vagina, her animalistic cries filled the room. Mr. Blue continued his steady rhythm, his own soft moans a prelude to the imminent release. With five more powerful thrusts, his fourth load landed on J. Her backside was now a canvas painted with semen. J. cared not; she was so aroused, she would allow anything.

My turn," Miss Purple's commanding voice echoed through the room. She’d kept her word. A "Bad Dragon" dildo, a good six centimeters thick and at least 25 centimeters long, was strapped into her harness. She dangled it inches from J.'s face, then kissed her hard, whispering into her ear, "Say 'Red' and I'll stop." Behind J., she pressed the monstrous dildo slowly into her. Mr. Blue, meanwhile, cupped her D-cup breasts, adding a new layer of sensation.

J. gasped for air as Ms. Purple plunged the dildo halfway into her cunt. A guttural moan escaped her lips, her body arching with the urgency to swallow the monster whole. Mr. Brown joined the dance, his fingers teasing her clitoris, easing the way. Ms. Purple pushed deeper, filling three-quarters of J. with the vibrating pleasure. J. howled and cried, a wild animal trapped in ecstasy. I'd never seen her so consumed. With a final thrust, Ms. Purple buried the Bad Dragon deep within her. She pounded into her for a few more moments, but J's face contorted in a silent plea. Anticipating her surrender, Ms. Purple withdrew the toy and let it show to J.. She watched as J. obediently lapped the dildo clean, a stark reminder of who was in control.

They untied J. and she was free to freshen up. I stopped filming and walked with her to the shower. Her muscles were stiff from being bound so long, making it difficult for her to walk. I supported her as she leaned against me, her lips meeting mine in a grateful kiss for arranging this. I filled the tub for her, allowing her muscles to relax. The five other people had time to recharge before the grand finale.

J. returned, refreshed. The bath had revived her. She was compliant, the plug remaining in her ass. The initial heat had subsided, replaced by easy conversation. Common ground was found. I played the perfect host, tending to their needs. By ten, the conversation had taken a more suggestive turn. It was time. The camera was readied, a rug laid out. A throat-clearing announcement captured their attention.

It's showtime," I announced to J. "You're about to be taken by all five of your guests, but you choose the order. You have three holes and two arms." J. pondered for a moment, then made her decision. "First, I want Mr. Brown and Yellow jerk off at the same time. And I'd like them to kiss while I jerk them," she stated. "Then, I want Mr. Blue's big, thick cock in my mouth. Mr. Orange can take my pussy, and Miss Purple..." J. paused, searching for the right words, "... can put a suitable dildo up my ass. She's the only one who knows how it feels to receive a proper DP. Yes," J. concluded. "Let's do it." With that, she shrugged off her robe, revealing her naked form once more. Finally, she removed the plug, allowing her bottom to relax.

I'd briefed the five of them beforehand, outlining the "finale." They knew their parts. Mr. Orange reclined on the rug. J. lowered herself onto him. Mr. Brown and Mr. Yellow flanked her, their members rigid. She stroked them eagerly. Already aroused, Mr. Blue waved his ten-inch tool. J. obliged. Four down, one to go. Miss Purple had prepared a long, thin dildo. with a certain amount of lube. She positioned herself behind J., the dildo's length allowing her to easily slide the tip into J.'s butt

What a sight," I thought, capturing it all on film. J struggled to manage it all, especially when Miss Purple gave her nipples a regular squeeze. When she paused, the men would assist. Mr. Blue was first, his load surprisingly plentiful. J couldn't contain it all and seed was dripping from her mouth.

Next were Mr. Yellow and Brown, their seed spraying almost simultaneously across J. her breasts. Mr. Orange, opting out of J, pushed her away and joined the others, drenching her breasts with his load. Miss Purple, having shed her harness, lay beneath J. In a 69 position, the women lavished attention on each other. I couldn't say who screamed louder, but their moans and cries echoed through the room as they reached their climax.

J. lay spent on the floor. I lifted her, carried her to bed. She was almost instantly asleep. I gave the guests time to freshen up before they left for the night. Once they were gone, I cleaned up. It was past midnight before I finished. I made breakfast for J. and wrote a short note. I thanked her for everything and said goodbye. I knew she could find me if she ever wanted another adventure. I placed the note beside her bed and slipped out into the night. On my way home, toward the relief of removing that damned cock cage.....