Shooting fish in a barrel.

It took just a moment for Paul to remove his trousers from where they’d deposited around his feet, and then he was up and leading Maddie back towards the mostly open-plan kitchen he’d shown her through earlier. Maddie couldn’t help but cast repeated stares at Paul’s long cock sticking out proudly from under the fitted hem of his t-shirt. It glistened with moisture from Maddie’s own saliva. God, why wasn’t he even trying to stuff that big prick inside her immediately? The sudden halt in their foreplay was driving Maddie nearly stupid with uncontained desire. Her ex had never taken so long to have her on her back and himself inside her. Their foreplay was no more than 15 minutes at the longest. It just helped to further highlight the differences between the two men she’d been with. Paul’s measured, self-assured coolness was a potent aphrodisiac. Maddie had never felt herself wetter in all her life; she was surprised her panties weren’t squelching as she walked, in fact.

“Just mind your step,” Paul warned Maddie as he flicked a switch on a control panel against the wall.

There was a loud clunk of gears snapping into place, and then the wooden floorboards at Maddie’s feet unsealed a crack before a 2 metre by 1 metre rectangle of parquet inlay started to rise up slowly on two hydraulic rams. Maddie watched mystified as one side of a spiral staircase came into view, a warm glow lighting up as an entire secret room was revealed below them. Maddie could only see a small portion of what was down there, but from what she guessed, Paul’s hidden cellar was bigger than her kitchen back home.

“After you,” Paul said as he took Maddie’s hand and helped to maintain her balance as they started down into the sub-floor.

“Wow! This is incredible,” Maddie breathed as she reached the final step of the curved staircase.

Around her was an uncountable collection of wine bottles perfectly arranged on shelving all around the room. 10 thousand? Twenty? Maddie had no way of knowing. It would take her a day to count them all, at least. In the centre of the room was a huge oak wine barrel. It was bigger than the entrance they just come through, so Maddie had no idea how it had gotten there. Paul must have had it installed before he had the rest of the cellar and kitchen built around it. It was lying on its side, held in place by a cradle that seemed attached to a set of metal rails.

“It was a custom build of my own design, as I’m sure you can guess. The entire room is temperature-controlled to within point 1 of a degree. There are six different layers of HEPA filters. I find dusty old wine collections to be tiresome. I want the labels to speak for themselves, not a generation of filth. Humidity is an exact 67.5%. The lights are completely UV-free. And… it is entirely soundproof.”

It all sounded very reasonable, apart from that last bit. “Why does it need to be soundproof?”

“What do you feel like?” Paul asked, walking along the walls, his finger tip tracing over the dust-free wine bottles. “A Bordeaux? A Burgundy?” Paul said, walking along the longest of the side walls. “A Napa Valley? Maybe even a Piedmont?” he asked as he crossed along the shorter end wall. “Or how about anything from the Champagne region?” he asked again at the longer opposite wall from the first.

“It’s entirely up to you,” Maddie told him. She had no clue about wines. The one they’d had before had been better than anything she’d drunk before.

“Well, in that case,” Paul said, leaving the shelving empty-handed and coming over to the wine barrel at the centre of the room. He stood at the head of the drum and said, “Place your hands here and here.”

Paul indicated a place on the curved wooden surface just in front of Maddie. She did as we instructed and laid her hands down upon its surface. The planks of the barrel had been worn completely smooth, not a single splinter to threaten Maddie’s unblemished skin. Unseen, Paul pressed a silvered metal button inlaid at the head of the barrel.

Maddie screeched in sudden surprise and fright as two stainless steel cuffs shot out of the wood and clamped her wrists into place in front of her.

“Paul!” Maddie croaked, her voice cracking in budding terror.

“Shhh,” Paul just hushed her. “Save your voice. It’s soundproof, remember.”

A second press of the button, and the barrel started to slowly roll on its cradle, and Maddie found her shackled hands starting to be pulled away from her. She placed them originally at just above waist height, but she soon found that she was being drawn out onto the barrel. Her stomach made contact with the wood, and then she was being stretched over. Maddie was **** to lie her entire front onto the wine barrel as it kept moving relentlessly. She could feel herself starting to be lifted up off the floor, and it was just as she was **** up onto her tippy-toes that Paul finally pressed the control stud a third time.

“That should be just right,” Paul commented, and Maddie could hear the absolute self-assurance in his voice. In contrast, Maddie had never been more insecure in her whole life.

Maddie had to turn her head to the left to see Paul pull his shirt off over his head and start to walk clockwise around the trap. In her predicament, her head was perfectly inline with Paul’s groin, and as he passed her face, Paul turned his hips so that his still hard and greasy cock was dragged along Maddie’s left cheek and then her right. She’d been frightened, but the sensation of warm cock being rubbed in her face hadn’t stopped her moaning in an **** biological response.

“I knew you’d like my playroom,” Paul remarked. “Now, how about you start earning yourself the safe word?”

Maddie had **** but to open up her mouth as Paul’s long cock was pressed inside. It was all Maddie could do to lift her head and keep her jaw relaxed. Paul wasn’t rough, but his cock was very big, and Maddie soon found herself coughing and gagging as Paul fucked her face with each pump of his hips.

Maddie had already sucked Paul’s dick extensively upstairs, so after just two minutes, he allowed his prick to slide free of Maddie’s gasping mouth. Her eyes were blurred with tears, and saliva coated Maddie’s drooling chin as she fought to catch her breath.

“Your safe word is… Billiecart,” Paul informed Maddie as he disappeared from view.

“And… you’ll… let me… go?” Maddie asked desperately.

“Of course. I’d never really trap you. Even just then, I would have helped you out if I thought you really wanted to leave.”

“So, all I have to do is say it, and I’m free?”

“Absolutely,” Paul confirmed. “So, what’s it to be?”

Maddie made a split-second determination in her mind. She’d been freaked out of her mind when Paul had trapped her hands before, but up until that point, Maddie had been very much in the mood for where things were going. She’d come to the Fetlife party with Larissa, looking to expand her horizons and to see Paul. She was doing just that.”

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“That’s what I thought,” Paul said when Maddie didn’t signal for her release.

He was behind her, Maddie realised. The change in direction of his voice disoriented her for a second. She felt so exposed. Arse lifted up by the barrel, her feet just barely touching the floor. God knows if her dress was even covering her panties at that point. Her pussy was so hot it was almost burning between her legs.

“I’ve always loved the colour yellow, so thank you for that,” Paul told her.

Maddie felt an even hotter flush run through her body at Paul’s praise just then. She gasped as a hand touched the sensitive skin on her inner thigh and started to drift higher. Her gasp turned to another moan as Paul reached the curve of Maddie’s butt-cheek and then lifted her skirt up, exposing her rear. Underneath, Maddie had chosen a simple but pretty pair of yellow and white Gingham panties that were edged in pure white lace. The material of Maddie’s gusset was sodden, wet and moulded to her folds with arousal.

“Another present for me,” Paul purred at seeing Maddie’s knickers in his favourite colour. “I think it’s time you got your own reward.”

Maddie could feel as her panties were pulled down off her hips and lowered down until they were caught around her knees. Her breathing was coming hard as her womanhood was exposed by Paul. Her mind was filled with crashing waves of lust, and Maddie was pretty sure she was dangerously close to orgasming without having even been touched. If her hands had been free, Maddie would have only needed to graze her clit or pinch her nipples, and she would have cum immediately.

A buzzing sound reached Maddie’s ears a slight moment before her whole body was rocked. The pink capsule of a remote-controlled egg vibrator was pressed against Maddie’s pussy lips and slipped inside without a hint of resistance.

“Awwwwwwww!” Maddie screamed as she detonated in climax.

From Paul’s angle, he watched the pink antenna of the vibe as Maddie’s pussy lips started to pulse over and over again. Her puckered rosebud just above joined its partner in throbbing strobes of orgasming contractions. Maddie’s whole bum clenched, and her legs shook as she was unable to control her body in the slightest, her voice screaming the entire time.

On and on she came, and just as she thought she was about to expire, Paul upped the power on the remote, and Maddie was started off once again. All through the stages of the toys' power levels, Maddie was tormented in a way she had never been before. Her own juices had started to run down her inner thighs like rain on a window. In fact, she thought she might have sprayed a little when she felt Paul’s hot nose against her arsehole and his mouth around her clitoris as he started to suck and lap at her gushing pussy. Paul ate her like it was a **** row inmate's last meal. His chin was damper than a rainforest after a downpour.

Maddie didn’t hear the sound of the plastic capsule being **** out of her body by her own Kegels and landing on the floor. She was in a near-fugue state by then. Her tight yellow dress bunched around her waist, and her knickers were still halfway up her legs.

“I hope you don’t mind if I try you oh naturelle?” Paul asked rhetorically as he brought the head of his cock against Maddie’s ready pussy and drove himself inside.

Maddie cried as her pussy was filled to capacity in a single stroke. In her deeply aroused state, there was no problem with Paul fitting inside her, just that she wasn’t used to being stretched by such a big cock. Paul had a couple of inches on her ex and the girth to match.

Maddie’s pale cheeks were compressed against Paul’s lowest abs before he took hold of her waist and started to pump his cock back and forth in deep, forceful strokes.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah,” Maddie moaned every single time Paul slammed her full.

Setting a steady pace that almost guaranteed his stamina, Paul rutted the bowed Italian stunner to his heart's content. Sweat formed on Paul’s tall body as he plundered Maddie. She felt so fucking good. Tight, and not just from her inexperience, but from how the sex-barrel kept her barely able to stand and up on the tips of her toes. That and her panties were preventing her legs from spreading out too wide as well.

Maddie couldn’t get enough now that she was being fucked so truly. She’d almost been burnt out by repeated orgasms before, so now she just went with the sure joy of the thoroughly deep dicking she was getting.

Despite his attempts at composure, Maddie’s gripping pussy and the sheer spectacle of welcoming her into his pleasure pit had Paul’s cock edging closer to its own rapture.

“Fuck! I’m getting close!” Paul groaned, sounding somehow shocked at this outcome.

“Cum in me!” Maddie told him, making those the only words she’d said during their blockbuster fucking and not the safe words she’d been given.

Leaning back, Paul pulled Maddie tight against his body one last time, his cock at its maximum depth, before a great gout of cum started to vent freely from the eye of his crown. Pumping his balls hard against Maddie’s sticky clit Paul fired every last blast of his spunk at the foundation of her pussy, coating the internal walls with every last drop of his batter. Maddie closed her hands into fists, having nothing else to hold onto as she was filled with cum by only the second person ever. Paul’s great firehose of a cock quenching the inferno inside her at long last.

Weak and winded, Paul staggered backwards from Maddie’s frame, his cock popping free in a rush of gases and a shower of creamy-whiteness as his seed followed his departure.

“Oh fuck!” Maddie murmured deliriously as she suddenly felt emptier than she’d ever been before. She could feel Paul’s seed leaving her pussy and trickling down her thighs, her mind not even considering the implications of taking his cock raw and uncovered. It would take a long time for Maddie to regain some hint of her faculties.

“Should I let you out now?” Paul asked, his lips dry against his mouth. “I could always leave you there for Larissa to come home?” He added in a devilish chuckle.