Getting HEADphones

My name. Not a book character. Someone, somehow, was speaking to me. Another length of the thick, rubber-covered audio cord stroked over my belly, lifting to caress my hand where I still gripped my rock hard cock. When the hell had it gotten so long?

I tried to jerk away, breathing hard. "What the - how are you moving?"

Then the cord looped twice around my cock, and I almost lost the ability to think.

"Fuck..." Immediately slick with the lube I'd been using, the cord was even better than I imagined. It began to roll down my shaft, pushing my own hand away. The thick, luxe audio cord was like electric blue tentacles, looping around my cock again and again. One loop stretched up to rub and tease the slit of my cockhead, dragging through the arousal that leaked from me and rubbing it down over my stretched-tight frenulum. The other coils pulsed around me, rolling and squeezing, stroking every inch of me.

The audio cord was stroking me off. My rational self was screaming at me to pull it away from my dick and throw it across the room. But the sensual velvet purr coming from the earbuds filled my mind with images of a handsome dominant doing the same thing to his sub. It felt incredible.

The cord was so much better than my own hand. Like fucking into a stroker, except the coils of cord were so warm and intentional. As if a lover was stroking me, determined to own my pleasure, coaxing my passion to a fever pitch.

"It's okay, just feel," the new voice urged again. "Let me give you what you need."

God, I needed that so badly.

Closing my eyes, I gave in, starting to rock up into the coil of cord the way my body craved.

I was vaguely aware of the audiobook continuing to play, but that was background noise now. Whoever had spoken to me continued, warm and throaty, as urgent as my need to come. "That's it. Good boy... let me stroke every inch of your hard cock. You're gonna blow your load, aren't you? Come on, handsome, come all over me."

I couldn't hold back when everything felt so good. The cord moved faster, rubbing, squeezing my aching cock and balls as the length across my chest pinched harder at my nipples. "Oh fuck," I gasped, hips bucking up off the bed. Fucking up into the grip of the headphone cord. Everything went white as pleasure overwhelmed me. I jetted hot and thick, the cords stroking me relentlessly, coaxing every last drop to fall on my stomach and chest as I shuddered and cried out my release.

"That's one," the voice purred in my ear. "What's your record? Do you think we can break it?"

Panting, I stared up at my ceiling, trying to cling to the ebbing bliss of my orgasm. But things were far too weird for that. What the hell had happened? The thick blue cord from my headphones was still looped around my cock, caressing gently as I softened in the restraint.

My mind inevitably pushed that away in favor of something I had a hope in hell of explaining. "Who are you? How are you talking through my phone? Did you hack me?"

A warm, pleased chuckle thrummed through me from both earbuds. "I'm not in your phone at all, handsome. You plugged me in. And you can call me Luce."