I decided to buy a new headphone. This time, maybe not so much bluetooth, but a nice headphone I can use with my desktop computer, to watch a movie and listen to music/audiobook. This time, I know that the most interesting thing for me to try is to get one with as wide a soundstage as possible. So, I decided, instead of the usual moving coil driver, I would like to try a planar magnetic headphone. I did my research, and every single one looks quite expensive. So, I decided that instead of the usual “let’s just order them on Amazon” approach, I would try the different pair of cans on the audio shop where I bought my last nice pair of headphones.
I am by nature a pretty laissez-faire sort of person. So, seeing that it is Saturday morning, I decided to just leave the house and go to the audio shop in the pajama bottom and the oversized shirt I slept in. I was going to go to the store to buy headphones, right? Not to participate in some sort of fashion show. Right. So, who cares what I am wearing, as long as my credit is good, right?
I went into the store, and right away, one of the store attendant was eyeing me like I was going to nick the expensive equipments they have in the store. I muttered to myself in sotto voce, “Chill, dude, I am not a klepto, and I can pay for these things”. I figured, well, this particular attendant care enough to worry about my possibility of nicking stuffs, so, let’s ask him what he recommended. I walked over and told him what I wanted, and whether or not I could use the listening room to test out the different pair of headphones with my own lossless file (Bohemian Rhapsody, of course… seems to be the standard in this sort of cases).
He said that he would prep the room with the headphones I wanted, and of course I was welcome to bring my own source. He reappeared after a few minutes, and told me to come with him to the listening room. This room is one of those posh padded room with wall surface that looks very well padded, plus a light on the door that indicates that the room is currently occupied. This being a listening room, I presume, the room itself is sound-proofed. I followed the attendant into the room, and I heard the door clicked and locked as we step into the room.
In the room there was a table with the headphones I wanted to try set each on their own stands. I picked one up and I plug it in to my iPhone (of course I brought the adapter thing). I started playing my lossless Bohemian Rhapsody when suddenly my phone pinged. My boyfriend just sent me pictures he took from our… session from last night, and all the resulting mess. I felt a warm breath on my nape, and I had a sinking feeling that the store attendant just saw the pictures that I just received.
Suddenly, I felt an arm wrapping around my torso and another cupping my pussy through my PJ bottom. I tried to turn my head around and say “What…” but before I can finish that sentence, he kissed me. Bruising, forceful kiss.
Somehow, he managed to push me against the padded wall and hold both of my hands up above my head. He grabbed a hold of my shirt with his other hand and yanked, popping quite a bit of the button. Being lazy, I didn’t even thought of putting on a bra, so, he looked straight at my breasts and started sucking on my nipples. I tried to dislodge him from my breasts, but this seemed to only serve to make him more persistent. I tried to remove the headphone so I could talk to him, but it seemed like I have failed in that endeavour. As this is going on, Freddie Mercury is singing about how he had murdered someone.
He decided that maybe, it would be better if I would be on the table instead. So, he wrangled me like some sort of a cattle, and managed to frog march me to the table. After forcing my arms behind my back and my torso flat against the table, he grabbed one of the headphones, and used the cable to tie my hands, keeping me flat on the table using his elbows. He paused my iPhone so that for a few minutes, I get a reprieve from the ruination of Bohemian Rhapsody. He then grabbed a speaker, plug in his own iPhone, and started playing some death metal music I don’t recognise. He proceeded to touch that speaker on my clit as he slid his thumb into my wet pussy. The vibration from the death metal seemed to have stimulated me… quite successfully.
He stopped his death metal music, and started my iPhone again. As Freddie Mercury sang his farewell to his mother, he pulled down my PJ bottom and started putting in a few fingers in. He made me watch by twisting my upper body as he took out his fingers and licked them. He pushed me back down on the table again, and he started pushing his hard throbbing dick in.
As my mind started tuning out everything else other than the turgid member pistoning in and out of my pussy, Freddie Mercury was singing some rather interesting lyrics about Galileo and Figaro. Everything started tightening and pulled together into smaller and smaller centre. While this was going on, the music seemed to be egging me on by telling me to “let me go”, while another part of the conversation in the song refused to. As the debate in the song ended, I exploded and screamed.
While my body was feeling deboned, the attendant decided that I should see his face as he come in me, so he flipped me and kept fucking me… in and out and in and out… and suddenly, I felt him going just a bit faster as his whole body started going a bit rigid. He looked me in the eye and kissed me again as I felt his dick twitching inside me, followed by a warmth that permeates everything.
Freddie Mercury finally stopped singing as he collapse on top of me and held me. As I was feeling all the tingling sensation post-coitus, he absent-mindedly played with my right breast.
A few minutes later, he said, “well, I think that headphone is good, then?” I nodded sheepishly, and said, “nowhere nearly as good as you!” He kissed me again, and said “this is so much fun! We should do that speaker bit again, I think!” And I smiled as I lied down in the house’s listening room, contented on a Saturday morning.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dm8q8y/audio_store_mf