It's a Tough Job...
by Arty

The alarm sounded in the control room of Muse Central;
privately Kira thought the flashing red lights were somewhat
tacky. She killed the siren and the sudden silence
punctuated by the tick of the capacitative discharge of the
red flashers gave the room an eerie feel. The walls of the
room were painted with a mural of naked bodies and the red
light gave the exposed buttocks on the painting a red tinge
almost as if they had been paddled or ...

Kira dragged her thoughts guiltily away from her author's
proclivities and read the message that had caused the alarm.
She gasped in shock; this was urgent! Lifting a 'phone she
spoke in clipped tones to the duty supervisor.

"I'm calling a DefCum 1 emergency. Friday's horny!"

"Yes, I know she's always horny. But this is different; Ali
has inflamed her more than usual with an unfinished story
concerning chocolate and an implied blowjob that never
happened."

"I think we have two choices: find the muse that got Ali
started or send someone who knows how to satisfy her."

"Ali thinks the muse was Marco."

"No I agree, not a viable alternative."

"So I'll send someone."

"Her author doesn't seem to mind the occasional side trip
and they have a signed contract, hang on I'll check."

"It seems it's partly his fault anyway, apparently the
Trillian renders the 'kiss' smiley as a face that reminds
her of someone giving head. Knowing this he continued to
send kisses."

"I'll see to it at once..."

Kira concentrated hard; dealing with another Muse's author
was a tricky business at the best of times, but when they
were as close as these two were it was especially difficult.
There done, and good luck to them.

.oOo.

'Wow, what a weird dream.' Arty thought drowsily as he woke.
His nose itched and then he was jerked awake as he
discovered that his arms were tied, albeit comfortably,
above his head. Further investigation revealed that he was
naked and spreadeagled on a bed; in a room lit by candles a
strong smell of chocolate filled the air. 'What was Friday
up to now?' He wondered. As his eyes wandered, trying to
pierce the gloom; a lightshow worthy of the starship
Enterprise heralded the said Muse's arrival; she was not
entirely happy.

"What the...?" Strange, she seemed almost as bewildered as
he was She saw him on the bed. "Is this your doing?".

"Don't blame me this time, I thought you'd dragged me here
to 'inspire' me some more. Not that I mind you understand."
He added hurriedly. He sniffed appreciatively; Friday
blushed, the scent of a horny muse was quite strong. Friday
concentrated for a moment. He loved it when she did her muse
communication trick, it made her nose crinkle it such a cute
way.

"Oh crap!"

"What?"

"Muse central has declared DefCum 1!"

"DefCum?"

"Deferred Cum."

"Oh."

Friday blushed again, as she explained that they wouldn't be
allowed go leave until she had cum enough.

"How will we know if you've cum enough?"

"You have to make me pass out with pleasure."

"Well it's a tough job..."

Friday looked at him properly for the first time and smiled.
"We may as well get started." She lifted the small glass jug
from the pan of hot water and drizzled the melted chocolate
over his erection. Then she ran a line of melted chocolate
up his body and over each nipple. Arty gasped, first at the
unexpected warmth of the chocolate and then at the furnace
heat of her mouth as Friday sucked greedily at his
chocolate-covered nipples. A pointed tongue traced the
chocolate stream to its source. Arty felt a line of fiery
coldness approaching his cock and then she engulfed him. Her
tongue danced a tango of sensation around his sensitive head
as she cleaned the chocolate from him.

"Oh God Friday! What are you doing to meeeee." Arty gasped
incoherently as her lips and tongue drove him relentlessly
towards his release.Slipping a hand between his legs she
caressed his balls and then her hand left him as she
caressed herself revelling in the slippery folds that her
own arousal had created. A wicked thought crossed her mind
and she dipped a finger into her pussy. Reluctantly she
withdrew her hand from herself and insinuated it underneath
her author. By now he was mindlessly jerking his hips as she
kept him teetering on the brink. Her self-lubricated finger
slipped easily into his ass and he screamed as he came,
helpless to prevent thick ropes of cum from erupting into
her mouth.

Arty came round to see the delicious site of a horny muse
kneeling above him.

"My turn." She said as she lowered herself to his eager
mouth and tongue. Her thighs muffled her screams of pleasure
as he did his best to fulfil the terms of the emergency
regulations. He lost count of the times that she came; his
world was reduced to the smell and the taste of her; the
feel of her pussy on his tongue as it spasmed about it; the
way her clit retreated as her pleasure peaked. Finally she
rolled off him.

"Got to fuck." Friday was barely coherent, but she managed
to impale herself on his raging erection. She was tired now,
but Arty had enough slack to thrust himself upwards. The
overstimulation from his mouth and tongue meant that it
wasn't long before he felt her spasming about his cock and
this was enough to bring him to his own long-deferred second
orgasm.

As Friday collapsed onto him, Arty felt his bonds slacken
and he was able to free his arms and legs. With great care
he hugged her and caressed her and then pulled the
bedclothes over them both.

Kira sighed as she watched the two of them fall asleep. Her
hand was wet from her own lubrication, she couldn't believe
how turned on she had been, perhaps it was time to get back
to her own musely duties? There was still one more thing to
do though. She lifted the 'phone once more.

"DefCum 1 is over. Crisis averted."

Arty and Friday snuggled once more and continued to sleep.

-Fin-

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