The protagonists

I am Simon, a semi-retired academic, based in London, and I am known for taking on unusual assignments, but always delivering. Somehow, through the grapevine, I have been offered a very lucrative trip to Canada supposedly to research a rare text held by the Quebec Library, and write a review for academic publication.

My only qualifications for this task are a (poor) grasp of French, an analytic ability to write clearly, and an unshockable nature. I mention the latter because the rare text in question is “Justine- or the Misfortunes of Virtue”, published in France in 1791. I know that my poor modern French will not help me to interpret the more archaic forms of the language, but I have been promised a local research assistant to help me.

The novel was written by Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade, better known as the Marquis de Sade. He wrote the very first version while imprisoned in the Bastille, in 1787, but it was not published (anonymously) until 1791, and of course, only in French. It was a scandalous story and provoked much outrage at the time. When it was joined in publication by “Juliette” in 1801, Napoleon Bonaparte ordered the arrest of the anonymous author, and de Sade was imprisoned for the last 13 years of his life. The destruction of the book in France was ordered in 1815.

Versions have since been published, but a copy of the original text was discovered in the Grande Bibliotheque of Quebec, in Montreal. It was this I was asked to explore.

I was very happy to take on this task, because it would provide an all expenses paid trip to a city I enjoy, and a very comfortable week, with only a couple of days “work” required.

When I arrived at the Library, I was met by Lise, who was to be my assistant, and also responsible for the care of the valuable text to which I had been granted rare access. She was to be in continuous attendance, when the manuscript was presented to me, but would help with any translation or interpretative help I might need.

She was a young and pretty woman, dressed very soberly when we first met, with her brown hair piled up high on her head, and heavy-framed spectacles in black. I immediately stereotyped her as a classic repressed librarian, but I was to learn how wrong I was very quickly. I should have known from the tailored fit of her black suit, which clung to a shapely body, and from the deep red lipstick of her smiling mouth, but I was more enamoured of her soft, lilting French accent, which stirred my soul.

She told me very little about herself, apart from her name, but that she lived in an apartment in Montreal. She was in her twenties, I guessed, and so was young enough to be my daughter; I had no expectations of anything but a “professional” relationship — indeed, I would have thought it inappropriate given our age difference.

We agreed to meet the next day, in a secure room, high in the building, where access to valuable documents could be allowed; only the two of us would be present.

Our working day

We met as agreed and Lise laid the manuscripts out before me. They were small and compact, and written in the tiniest lettering, so we had to huddle close, to pore over the contents of this erotic work. I made my own notes, while Lise interpreted whenever I needed help, and delicately turned fragile pages when necessary.

We sat side by side, and I became conscious that her thigh pressed against mine. It might have been accidental, but it happened more and more frequently, and there was more and more pressure against my thigh. Increasingly, she leaned across me to reach the far side of the manuscript, and I could smell her sweet vanilla perfume — not overwhelming, but subtle and delicate, like her, I thought. It was very appealing.

We reached a passage in the book, where I needed some translation, and Lise squirmed uncomfortably (or so I thought) as she explained the detailed description of Justine being tied, restrained, while male characters did as they pleased with her. I apologised for making her read this out loud, thinking that she might be embarrassed, but she laughed and said, “No, Simon, I am not at all embarrassed, but I do find this text arousing; restraint is one of my most favourite… pastimes?”

It was me who was embarrassed now, and I think I may have blushed to think explicitly of Lise as Justine.

Lise giggled at my reaction, and touched my hand gently. I could see that she truly was aroused, from the shining light in her green eyes as she gazed deeply into mine. I tried to return my attention to the text, but I felt the subtle pressure of her thigh against mine, and her shoulder leaning against me.

As she translated the next section, which was very sexually explicit, her lilting, breathy French accent began to arouse me too, but I was startled when I felt her hand fall to rest on my upper thigh.

She turned to face me as she read out how Justine had been restrained and penetrated by a man with an enormous cock, and how she had delighted in the pleasure, and the pain, of being stretched so wide and entered so deeply. Her hand stroked up my thigh, and the tip of her tongue circled her red lips, and I could feel her hot breath on my face.

One hand moved her heavy spectacles down her pert nose, so that her wide green eyes were piercing deeply into mine; they seemed to be searching my soul for any sign of dissent, and of course, found none. She noted that I blinked when her hand slid up from my thigh, to stroke the full erection I now proffered.

“That feels nice, doesn't it Simon?” she said, “It certainly does to me! I think you could compete with the character in this book quite easily!”

I found it difficult to speak at first, but I eventually said, “Lise, I think I am perhaps a little old for you — you are young enough to be my daughter, after all!”

“You may be older,” she said, “but that brings maturity and experience to bear, and I suspect that you can take your time in pleasuring a woman, rather than just pleasuring yourself, as younger men tend to do. They come and go so quickly.”

I could not resist her seductive approaches; she was beautiful, after all, she had her hand on my hard cock, and she seemed to be making me an offer no man could possibly refuse. All of this was delivered to me in a sexy French accent, her warm breath playing against my face, and the delicate scent of her perfume seemed to be mixed now with the musky sexual aroma of her arousal.

I could hardly speak, but I knew that my eyes were saying, “Yes, yes, yes...”

Of course, she read that clearly, and stroked the full length of my cock, now trying to emerge from the waistband of my trousers.

This was an extraordinarily sudden development, I thought, but then I remembered the glint in her eye when we first met, the exaggerated sway of her ass as she led me up the stairs to this office, and the husky French lilt which made even the most mundane conversation seem sexy. When she translated the sexually explicit manuscript for me, it was done in the most excruciatingly erotic manner, and clearly had the effect she desired.

So I relaxed in the belief, or rather the certainty, that she had truly meant it when she offered herself to me.

I asked how she would like to proceed, and she smiled when she realised that she had overcome my doubts about the difference in age between us.

“I would like you to visit me at my apartment, this evening, if possible, Simon,” she said. “I will prepare myself to be at your disposal, and I hope we can enact our own version of some of the scenes we have read about today. I do like to be tied, and used, but you seem to be a gentle, considerate and sensitive man who will not inflict any... unnecessary... pain. A certain amount, in certain ways, is pleasurable though, if I know that you will stop if I ask.”

“You have my assurance of that,” I said. “This is not my natural inclination, but I will happily explore this darker side of sex, with your permission and guidance.”

And so, Lise gathered the manuscript to return it to secure storage, and handed me her card. “Take a cab to this address,” she said, “and I will be waiting for you at 8pm this evening.”

She looked around, then stood on tiptoes to kiss me fully on the mouth, flickering her tongue between my lips, then stood back and smiled. “You won't regret it, Simon. Just invoke the spirit of de Sade, and use your 'Justine' tonight in whatever way you wish. You can be sure I will enjoy every minute — I have been looking forward to this ever since I first met you!”

When she left, I felt a little dazed, not quite believing how the “working day” had gone, but telling myself that all that really HAD happened.

I retreated to the library coffee shop alone, for a strong dose of caffeine, and thought about what I knew of Lise.

She was young, beautiful, vibrant and had now made herself sexually available to me. The more I thought about her, the more excited I became; she was certainly NOT the stereotypical librarian I first assumed! She wanted me to dominate her, I thought, and bring all my life experience to bear, with the sole aim of driving her to the extremes of sexual ecstasy.

As I sipped my strong coffee, I considered how I would best excite her when she was tied and helpless in front of me. She had made dismissive comments about “young men”, so I decided on a prolonged episode of sexual teasing, and wondered how many times I could bring her to orgasm, before I reached my own need for release.

Our first private encounter

I arrived at her address just before 8pm, and rang the doorbell to her apartment.

She was waiting anxiously, it seemed, for she opened the door instantly. Her face was bright and alive, with an enormous grin now splitting her pointed chin from her upturned nose. I noted that her hair was now down and was much longer than I would have guessed — her shiny curls reached down to the top of her ass. She still wore her severe-looking spectacles, but quickly removed them as she stepped back and welcomed me into her home.

“I was a little unsure whether you would come, Simon,” she said, “You seemed to think that what I wanted was not your 'cup of tea'.”

I chuckled and said, “I had to come, Lise! I may be much older than you, but I can still learn, with a willing and experienced partner. I think an old dog CAN learn new tricks.”

She smiled and said, “I'm sure you can, and I'm sure I will learn from your experience too. It should be a mutually beneficial encounter, I think, don't you?”

She stood proudly before me, and I noted that she seemed to be clad only in a sheer white silk gown, reaching down just below her knees. It flowed around her as she moved and I was sure that she was naked beneath it; her nipples stood hard against the fabric as it caressed her. I realised that she was much more voluptuous than she had first appeared to me in her severe business suit.

More interestingly, I noted that she already had wide black bands secured around each wrist and each ankle by Velcro, and with small loops dangling from them.

“I am happy to show myself naked, Simon,” she said, “I have the advantage of being at home and able to prepare for you! But I have not seen you yet, Simon; I have only felt the urgency in what seemed to be a very well-proportioned cock, when we both became aroused at the Library. May I undress you now?”

I had already removed my bulky outdoor clothes, but stood before her in a light shirt and button-fly jeans; the situation had already provoked a response in my cock, and when she asked to see me, it surged to greater strength.

While I unbuttoned my shirt, she opened her gown to display the most stunning, shapely body, before she knelt in front of me and slowly unbuttoned my jeans. As she removed them from me, the head of my cock emerged above the waistband of my briefs. She groaned and licked her lips at the sight before her eyes, and looked up at me, saying, “I was right, Simon! You are a fine example of a man... I hope you can use it as well as I imagine!”

I raised her to her feet in front of me, and stood back to admire her, saying “ I hope I can meet your expectations, Lise, but you need to let me into your own thinking about this evening. I see that you have already prepared yourself to be restrained.”

She led me into her bedroom. I was now completely naked and as we reached her large bed, she dropped her gown from her shoulders, to pool around her feet. Her body was a uniform, creamy colour, and her long brown hair draped down around her perky breasts, topped by compact dark brown areolae, and even darker erect nipples.

Her hair reached down to her hips, on each side of her flat firm belly, above a completely shaven or waxed mons, and slightly parted thighs. She noticed the appreciative twitch of my erect cock as I scanned her body, and turned to show her pert round ass, prompting another twitch.

“I think you like what you see, don't you Simon!” she smiled. “I'm certainly happy with what I see of you, and I think we should take the next steps now. You know I want you to tie me and use me, just as we read of in de Sade text today, though perhaps in more comfortable surroundings!”

She showed me the black Velcro bands wrapped around each wrist and ankle, and at the bed, there were silk ropes at each corner, which she guided me to attach. She helped me to tie a rope to each ankle and encouraged me to pull them tight, spreading her legs wide in front of me. I could immediately see that her pussy was completely hairless, and the delicate pink outer lips were already becoming damp with desire, and were slightly parted.

She told me to tie her wrists equally tightly, spreading her arms to each side of the bed. I must admit that a surge of power flooded through me, and my cock seemed to swell even more, as I realised Lise was now totally at my mercy.

She said there was a blindfold by the bedside, and she sometimes liked the uncertainty of not knowing what would happen next, but I said, “Later, perhaps.” I wanted Lise's beautiful green eyes to see everything I did to her, as well as feel it.

Now that she was tied and helpless, I thought that we had the entire evening ahead, and there was no hurry at all. I had been tasked to “use” her, and I certainly would, but I was also conscious of her comments about younger men, who “come and go” satisfying only themselves. I was determined to prolong the occasion as much as possible, and hopefully enhance the reputation of the ”older man” in her mind.

So I began simply by stroking her body, with long strong fingers gently probing every nook and cranny, lightly exploring everywhere. Then I took a more methodical approach.

I stroked her body, starting at her feet, massaging them hard, to relax her obvious tension, then sliding up to squeeze and massage her calf muscles. But I stopped at the knees, and moved to her arms; I tickled the palms of her hands, stroked slowly and firmly up to her shoulders, starting to press my thumbs into her muscles.

I moved to stand by her head, then bent to kiss her luscious red lips so deeply, our tongues flickering and entwining. She tasted wonderful.

As I rose, she could see my hard erect cock throbbing before her face, and saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she licked her lips. “Please, Simon, let me taste that gorgeous cock of yours!”

“That is where we will start then,” I said, and reached for a pillow, which I forced under her, between her shoulder-blades. I supported her head in both hands, massaging around her ears, with both thumbs pressing into them. She shut her eyes and groaned as she relaxed, and I lowered her head back down.

When she opened her eyes, she could see my balls right in front of her, clutched tightly against my body, below the thick cock which towered above her. Her mouth gaped as she tried to reach me with her tongue, but my balls were just out of reach.

“Please, Simon,” she begged, and I stepped back a little. With some difficulty, I forced my cock down to a horizontal angle, so that the throbbing head was just within reach of her outstretched tongue. Lise wetted her tongue and reached it out again, to circle it around the swollen red head, making it glisten as she spread the pre-cum around it.

I slowly edged my cock closer towards her open mouth, until she was able to wrap her lips around the head. As soon as she could, Lise clamped her lips over me and sucked noisily. I had to look away, or I might have cum, and I didn't want to yet.

I leaned my body forwards and slowly edged the thick cock inside her mouth while her tongue fought to swirl around it.

I asked if she wanted it all, and though she couldn't speak, because her mouth was absolutely FULL of cock, her green eyes flashed a determined “yes”, and I edged further and further into her. For a moment, she gagged as I engaged with her throat, but composed herself quickly. Her red lips seemed to have a life of their own, climbing the shaft of my cock, gripping and pulling on me, as though drawing me further and further into her. When I looked down, I saw the bulge in her throat as my cock fully entered her, and how it moved back and forth when I withdrew and re-entered her.

It was all too exciting, and I diverted my gaze to see her breasts starting to tremble and shake as a climax approached. I slid less deeply, but more and more rapidly, in and out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp and breathe. I thought she was approaching her first climax, but I did not intend to... yet!

I pulled back until only the swollen head filled her mouth, while she determinedly sucked and massaged it with her tongue and jaw. Her saliva was dripping from my balls now, running down the full length of the shaft.

As she climaxed, she opened her mouth to shout out, and my cock sprang out and back up to its vertical pose, splashing saliva and pre-cum up over my belly and chest. She was a shaking jelly beneath me, staring upwards along the full length of my cock, reaching up to the sky above her.

It took a little while for her breathing to normalise, all the while staring at the cock standing proudly above her head, but eventually she was able to speak.

“Simon,” she said, “I MUST have your cum inside me; fill me with that thick cock and with your thick white cum! PLEASE!”

I nodded and said, ”Of course, Lise... in time, I will...”

I moved the pillow to support her head more comfortably, and moved out of sight to stand between her splayed legs. Her thighs still shook occasionally with the subsiding tremors of her climax, and I stroked the insides of her thighs, to help relax her. She only seemed capable of saying, “Please, Simon, please...!” over and over again.

Lise jumped involuntarily as she felt the wetness of my tongue draw lines up the insides of each thigh, from the knee, up to the very edge of her dripping pink pussy lips, which occasionally trembled with the residual passion of her climax. She wriggled and rocked her hips, to encourage me to go further, but she was severely limited by the restraints holding her down.

She squealed when my fingers parted her outer pussy lips and spread them open. They were swollen and wet, and remained apart to reveal the inner lips pushing outwards, open to willingly accept whatever was approaching, and exposed her cunt overflowing with slick juices emerging from its darker depths.

I slid one long finger, the longest, easily inside her and she tried to grip it. Then a second finger joined, and I spread her open to make way for a third. I moved them all in and out of her, while her hips rocked back and forth in synchrony, and her breathing gathered pace again.

Her arms and legs strained against the ties holding her, and her head thrashed from side to side.

My fingers were plunging deep now, twirling inside her and pressing all the vital spots. Then I held them fully embedded, and massaged inside her, while my head dropped to clamp my mouth over her hard, swollen clit and suck while my tongue flickered around it. Her hips moved faster and faster in response, and it was clear that a second climax was imminent.

With one deep suck on her clit and a firm plunge of my fingers into her innermost depths, she came again. This time shouting and cursing me with French obscenities.

I felt her cunt grip my fingers tight, not wanting to let me go, so I stayed still until she calmed and recovered herself again, then slowly withdrew from her.

I stood between her spread-eagled legs and looked down at her trapped body. Even if she wanted to, she could not escape from me now.

I asked her if she was OK but she simply nodded silently. I asked if she was too exhausted to continue, or whether she would finally like my cock inside her now.

In response, she looked up at me through tired, hooded green eyes, as I stood erect between her legs, and said, “Fuck me, Simon! I want my cunt filled with that magnificent cock, and pumped full of your hot cum! Do it now! Please!”

I stood and stroked my cock slowly above her. It still glistened with her saliva, which had run down to my balls and dripped from them. I wanted her to watch while I stroked myself, and anticipate what was to come, but she was fighting against her bonds now, desperately trying to reach out and touch me.

I relented, and reached over her, stroking her trembling belly lightly with my long slick fingers, up to her breasts. I took one in each hand and squeezed them together, teasing the hard brown nipples with my thumbs.

“One day,” I said, “I will fuck your breasts until I cum and shoot all over you... but not today...”

“No, Simon, not today! I want you to fuck my cunt NOW!” she said.

I lay down on top of her body, my cock pressed between us, while she writhed beneath me, trying to get some purchase on my slippery cock, with her body. I slid up and down on her body, my cock sliding up beyond her belly button, then back down to her pussy, between the thighs still held firmly apart by her tight bonds.

“Can you feel how far it will reach up inside you, Lise?” I asked.

“Goddd, Simon, just get it inside me, please!” she said, “I want to feel it on the INSIDE of me...”

I lifted myself up above her and grasped the shaft of my cock, to point the head down between her pussy lips. She writhed and wriggled to try to force herself down onto me, but I slid the head up and down between her pouting pussy lips, spreading her juices everywhere. She jolted each time the swollen head of my cock pressed against her hard erect clit, and every time it approached her cunt, she strained against her bonds to try to sit down on me.

Finally, I said, “I should have gone down on you properly, Lise, but that will have to wait for another day too. Now, I am going to fuck your brains out!”

I located the head of my cock inside her vaginal entrance, but only just. Though we were both well-lubricated, it took a little pressure to squeeze myself inside her and she gasped with relief as the head locked inside her and she could grip the shaft.

I slid slowly but firmly, deeper and deeper inside her. She felt every inch squeeze through her tight grip, spreading her ever wider as it progressed into her. The very widest part is at the hilt, of course, and when that stretched her fully open, my body was pressed against her sensitive clit, and she squealed with the feelings that gave.

I was fully embedded inside her now, and she felt the head of my cock kissing her cervix, while I ground my hips to pressure her clit. She responded, and we simply ground ourselves together, relishing the sensational feelings.

Then I lifted myself up a little, and withdrew slowly. I was taking the weight of my body on my arms, so the only contact between us now was the long, thick cock which began to move steadily in and out of her open wet cunt.

Lise could not move much, against the bonds which held her tight, but she could, and did, rock her hips to synchronise with my thrusts. They were slow at first, but steady and consistent. After a while, I decided to break the rhythm, and stopped almost fully withdrawn, before slamming suddenly into her, making her gasp. I stopped, deep inside. Then I pulled back again.

There was no rhythm now and she was shocked by the sudden unpredictable timing of the full deep thrusts assaulting her. Each one, when it happened, caused her to gasp and moan, partly from the shock of the hard impact, and partly from the pleasure of the simultaneous clashes against her cervix and her clit.

I maintained this arrhythmic thrusting for some time, relishing the responses it caused, until she was a shivering, quaking jelly beneath me, just waiting for the next unpredictable thrust into her.

She began to beg for a conclusion, and that was the trigger which made me feel the need to cum at last.

She could only move her hips, and did so very energetically, countering my thrusts to make the maximum impact. She was clearly approaching her final orgasmic release, and I prepared myself to cum too.

My thrusts became more regular, harder, faster and faster, and our breathing co-ordinated; we became one organism joined at the hips.

I told Lise that there would be six more thrusts, and began the hardest, deepest thrusts yet. She counted them, now knowing the magic number at which we would both finally cum.

The second shocked her body to the core, pushing her up to strain against her bonds. They felt tighter around her ankles, as her legs were held firm against the upward pressure of my thrusts.

The third, fourth and fifth plunges inside her were hard and deep clashes, but she knew that the time had now come.

On the sixth stroke, she screamed out loud as I stopped, fully embedded inside her, and she felt the pulses of cum throb up the shaft of my cock and shoot forcefully up inside her.

I completely emptied myself deep inside her, until she was completely filled with cum and throbbing cock. Her pussy convulsed around me, gripping, squeezing and sucking, just as her mouth had done before, trying to draw every last drop of cum from my body.

We were both shaking with uncontrollable ecstasy, and our bodies seemed to merge into one, yet again.

Slowly, the orgasmic responses faded, though, and I stayed still on top of Lise. The occasional tremor wracked her body and she jolted a little as I slowly withdrew, allowing a flood of cum and love juices to spill from her pussy.

“I want to taste you, Simon!” she said.

So I moved up her tethered body to straddle her soft breasts, and my softening cock dropped towards her open mouth. I leant forward, so that she could take my soft cock inside her mouth, and I shivered with the sensations of her sucking and licking my hypersensitive cock, drawing the final drops of cum from me.

I rolled aside, saying, “Lise, that was just fabulous! Should I leave you tied here until I recover, or is that enough for today?”

She laughed out loud and said, “That was enough for a WEEK, Simon, though I wouldn't say no to more tomorrow!”

We were both laughing now, as I released all her bonds, so that we could cuddle together in the afterglow of such a very energetic encounter.

Before we drifted off to sleep together, I mused that many people argue that sex in the missionary position is boring and “vanilla”, but there are good reasons why it is the most common position, even if one of the partners is not tied down!

I shared my thoughts with Lise, who said, “Missionary is definitely not boring and vanilla with you, Simon. Vanilla can be a very exotic flavour when it is made so masterfully!

”And of course, French Vanilla is a specially rich blend!”

We both drifted off into a happy, contented sleep, but I think both of us were wondering how much more time we might have together before I returned to London.