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-