1 comments/ 15556 views/ 1 favorites The Jizz Vixens By: NoJo A little light-hearted, lightweight story for all you male subs. Enjoy! (and vote please? Kissy kissy?) One week into the job, and Jackson was already working till ten at night. His predecessor had left the paperwork in a mess. Not very organized for a librarian, Jackson thought, as he stapled a pile of baby pink forms together and dropped them into a tray marked "Filing". Jackson had been unemployed for almost a year. He blamed Playstation and TV for the steady decline in public libraries. So when he'd received an offer from Chidderton library as head librarian, he'd accepted, before he even opened the map to find out where the hell Chidderton was. It turned out to be a quiet village in Essex. Not the "nasty" part of Essex, the "nice" part, where people all had wood-burning stoves and made homemade jam. The library was a single room, a converted chapel. Jackson had only one assistant, Caroline, the daughter of the headmaster at the local boarding school. Caroline wasn't much use; she didn't have a clue. And she left promptly at five, even though the library stayed open till six. Jackson considered sacking her and replacing her with someone qualified, but decided that it might be a mistake; after all he was still a relative stranger in Chidderton, while she had grown up here and was on first name terms with everybody. Jackson stopped and listened. He heard shrill voices, followed by giggling. Probably a couple of the local kids messing around, he thought. He hoped they didn't vandalise his car. He heard a key turn in the arched wooden door that was the entrance to the library. It was Caroline, and another girl. He looked up from his desk in surprise. "Hello, Caroline. I didn't know you had a key." "Yes, I got it from Mr Henderson. The man who had the job before you." "Oh? Well. What can I do for you? I assume you haven't come to help me with the filing." "Well, no, actually. What it is, is that me and Zoe here wanted some help from you." Zoe giggled. He recognized her. She'd been in once before, to see Caroline. She looked about Caroline's age. Caroline locked the door. "Just in case of burglars", she said, in answer to Jackson's raised eyebrows. Caroline went over to the book check-in desk where Jackson was working. She jumped up and perched on the desk close to Jackson, facing away from him. He caught the mixed scent of her tacky perfume and the mint breath-freshener that she rolled on her tongue. "Well, then. What is it?" Caroline sat on her hands, waggling her legs. Jackson waited, trying to avoid peering down at her smooth black tights. He clasped his hands together on the desk, a little nervously. "What it is, is that me and Zoe were talking about you. Zoe thinks you're gay. And I think you're not." "What??" "So we had a bet. And wanted you to help us settle it." She took the bottom off a hole punch, and sprinkled little white paper disks all over Jackson's head. He stood up quickly. "Excuse me, but I think you and your friend should go." Zoe, who was still by the door, stared meanly, blew a bubble with her bubblegum, popped it loudly. Caroline hopped off the desk onto the floor on the same side as Jackson. "Make me." The desk was curved, and had a folding flap to allow the staff to get in and out behind it. The flap was open. Jackson went to get away, but Zoe, who had already run over to them, whipped round and shut it quickly, trapping him behind the desk with Caroline. Jackson felt a rush of fear. Then he relaxed: He was twice these girls' size; he could just pick the brats up and chuck them out if he had to. "Right," he said. "If that's how you want to play it.." He advanced on Caroline menacingly. But Zoe spoke: "If you touch her, we'll call Inspector Michaels. By the way, he's my Dad." Jackson froze. Caroline added, "We'll tell him you tried to feel us up." Jackson's shoulders sagged with defeat. He couldn't think what else he could do except humour them till they got bored and went away. Perhaps if he told them that he was gay, it would get rid of them quicker. "Okay. You wanted to know if I was gay. Well, Zoe wins your bet. I am. I'm as gay as they come. Can I go now?" "No. Not until you've proved it." "H- how do you mean, 'proved it'?" "Stand up and pull down your trousers. Go on." Jackson laughed, stopped suddenly. They were serious! "I said, stand up, and pull your trousers down. NOW!" Jackson automatically stood and pulled down his trousers until they were by his ankles. Zoe sneered. "Ooh, nice Y-fronts! Where'd you get them, present from Mummy?" "Pull your underpants down too," Caroline ordered. He pushed them down. His penis was tiny, shrivelled with fear. He tried to ignore their stifled laughter. "Right. Now sit down." Caroline yanked him down by his tie and he fell onto the little office chair on wheels. She took a roll of packing tape and pulled out a long strip. "Put your arms behind you. That's right." She stuck the tape on his chest and wound it around the back of the chair, pinning his arms to the back. Round and round she went with the tape, until his whole torso was encased, from his shoulders down to his waist. "Do his mouth too, Carry", said Zoe. Zoe tore off a last strip of packing tape and sealed his mouth tightly with it. Zoe opened the flap in the desk and the two of them wheeled him out into the middle off the floor. The girls left him there for a moment and whispered quickly to each other by the front door. Jackson wondered what they were planning. Zoe picked up a letter opener from the desk and stood behind Jackson's chair so that he couldn't see her. She jabbed Jackson sharply in the shoulder. He winced. His cry of pain was muffled by the packing tape over his mouth. "Now, watch. And don't try to close your eyes, or I'll do it harder next time. And not in your shoulder." Caroline stood in front of him. She watched his dick as she began to play her hands over her body. She pouted and writhed, and made little sighing noises. Jackson felt his dick stir a little. She noticed, and her lips parted in a little smile. "I can see something happening!" She cooed. She was wearing a man's shirt which she wore loose, so that it almost covered her short skirt. Her fingers undid the top two buttons of the shirt. He caught a glimpse of white bra underneath. She leaned over him, her hands on the arms of his chair. She rotated his chair slowly, a tiny movement, back and forth. "Go on. Look down my shirt. Is that nice?" Caroline undid the rest of the buttons so that her shirt hung open. She ran her fingers over her bra, then down to her belly. She threw her shirt to the ground. She pushed her thumbs under her tight skirt and twisted it around until the zipper was at the front. She slowly unzipped it. She held it there, watching him intently. He felt his dick hardening. She let go of her skirt. It dropped silently down t her feet. She wasn't wearing any knickers under her tights, and Jackson could see the dark triangle of her pubes through it. His erection quickly curled out from between his legs until it popped out, slapping his belly with the force. "Definitely not gay, Zoe. And I didn't even have to touch him." Zoe leaned over him to look, pushing down on the back of the chair. He felt her breasts pressing gently on the crown of his head. Jackson felt himself slowly tipping over backwards. Suddenly the chair tipped right over, and the back of his head hit the hard wooden floor. The girls screamed with laughter, while he lay there semi-concussed. Tears welled in his eyes from the pain. Their laughter continued for over a minute. They were completely insane, he thought. He resigned himself to utter humiliation at their hands. He closed his eyes. After the laughter finally died down, Zoe felt in the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a sealed foil packet. It was a condom. Caroline stood over him and poked a foot at his cheek. "Open your eyes. I want to talk to you, Mr Jackson." Slowly he opened his eyes. He couldn't see her face. He could see nothing but her long, smooth legs standing astride him, and the darkness of her pussy immediately overhead. "Shall I tell you why Mr Henderson left? Because we didn't need him any more. The bastard ran out of money." Zoe opened the packet and took out the condom. "Yeah. We milked him dry. Didn't we, Carry?" "Yes. We milked him dry. You see, we used to collect something off of him, every week. A payment." Zoe continued. "We used to get a weekly payment of jizz. Plus a cheque for two hundred quid. He had to, otherwise I'd rub the jizz on my pussy and tell my Dad he'd tried to rape me." "Yeah, her Dad's got a good forensic lab here. He'd be busted. Four years in the nick, minimum. That's assuming he'd be still alive after her Dad had beaten the crap out of him." Blackmail. So that was their plan. And there was no escape. Unless... Zoe looked down at Jackson's dick. "Hey, Carry, he's gone soft on us." "Oh, I shouldn't worry about that. Now we know how easy he is. Just get ready to put the rubber on him, Zoe." Caroline stepped behind Jackson's head and knelt down. She bent over him, so that he saw her face upside down. She whispered. "Now: Make a noise and so help me you'll regret it for the rest of your life." She tore off the packing tape from his mouth. It hurt like hell, but he remained silent. "That's right. You won't make any more noise now, will you? You're going to be a good little boy. You'll be nice and quiet." She wet her lips and kissed him softly on the nose. She pushed her tongue between his lips. He tasted mint. Her tongue ravaged the inside of his mouth. He felt a cold grip on his dick as Zoe grabbed hold of it and started jacking him off. Her grip was hard, and it hurt him with the friction. She wasn't doing it right; he stayed soft. He was grimly thankful for that. "Nothing's happening, Carry." "Stop. Let me do it. Watch and learn." Caroline spread her knees and climbed onto his face. He was buried in the darkness between her thighs. He found it hard to breathe. He smelled the sour, tangy scent of her pussy as she pressed it down hard onto his nose. She gyrated her body slowly, forcing his head to move with her rhythm. In the darkness, his ears blocked, the smell and pressure of her pussy on his nose became all there was in the world. He was utterly at her mercy. He gave up trying to fight his erection. He dick grew hard; harder than ever before in his life. "See, Zoe, it's easy." He felt hands rolling quickly down his bursting cock as she rolled on the rubber. And now, a slow, steady rippling wave passed along his shaft as she ran her fingers down it lightly. She was definitely a hell of a lot better than Zoe. Involuntarily, he started to clench his buttocks in time with her movement. "That's it, Mr. Jackson. That's it. Give me your spunk. Come on. Give it to me. All of it." She used her fist now. She squeezed him firmly, and pulled on his rock-hard dick faster and faster, as she twisted and rocked her pussy over him. He let out a great muffled cry as he came. His spunk filled the bulb in the end of the rubber, and overflowed it, forcing itself down the side of his shaft. Caroline jumped quickly off him; she'd done her work. Jackson wept silently, knowing that this would be his life from now on, until he had no more money left, and they would discard him like they did his predecessor. Zoe peeled off the rubber from his still pulsing cock, tied a knot in it, and stuffed it, still dripping and sticky, into her jeans. She wiped the excess onto her thighs. "I gotta get these washed one of these days," she said. "Whew!" said Caroline. "I quite enjoyed that! Now. Where's your cheque book, Mr. Jackson? Just make it out to 'Jizz Vixens Limited'."