It was my turn to read next, a hush fell over the excitable crowd as I sat down. I chose my favourite chapter from my most beloved smutty book, Disgusting Beautiful Immoral by the incomparable Guy New York. As I began reading Chapter 33, where the main characters two male lovers are orchestrating her ultimate gang-bang fantasy, I blushed hard thinking of how transparent this selection was… I knew in that moment I wouldn’t make it to the fucking part. Kitten was hidden under the table, pressing the hitachi against my clit, through my lace bodysuit, while the crowd watched with cheers and giggles, drinks in hand and smirks on faces.
Reading allowed me to avoid eye contact with the audience, but their titters and snickers reminded me their eyes were on me as I read about Kelly covered in cum. The poly-friendly selection proved to be a relevant choice, several of my female guests hollered “RIGHT?!?” when the narrator mused at how difficult it was to find appropriate gang-bang participants. “I didn’t want one of those guys to feel like he was getting something he deserved,” I read out loud, my voice shaking, “They were getting a gift, and they had to know it.”
Kitten expertly wielded the pulsing vibrations against my cunt and as my orgasm built I could hear myself reading faster and faster, my voice rising in pitch, like I was trying to outrun the need to cum. I giggled when I realized I had crumpled the pages in an effort to keep my composure. When I finally threw the book down and threw my head back shouting “FUCK” in exaltation the crowd erupted in cheers.
Ivy read next, she admitted as she opened her book that she was notoriously sensitive and feared her reading might be concise. As I watched her blonde hair tumble down over her shoulders while she bowed her head to read I admired her bravery, travelling so far and volunteering to read in a room filled with strangers.
Ivy’s selection was Bad Behaviour, by Mary Gaitskill, and as she moaned in delight she lamented to the crowd that she was only on the second paragraph. What followed was a gloriously sexy comedic performance as Ivy begged Kitten to let her at least make it past the first page. The crowd was howling with laughter and squealing with delight as Kitten, clearly encouraged by the sensual sounds Ivy made as she whined and gasped, forced her to orgasm to the sound of rousing applause.
(Much thanks to Clayton Cubitt for inspiring our live homage to his Hysterical Literature series)
Umm yes this was a very blushy thing I did.