Blair's audience

"Oh fuuuuck"

These were two words that came over the speakers that got everyone's attention and it was very clearly Blair's voice. Paul was shocked for a moment and just stood there listening. It wasn't long before the mic picked up a muffled slapping sound followed by more words from Blair.

"Is that all you've got?"

"No Pain, No Gain, Ill show you why I'm the trainer"

"Keep going. Don't stop."

"Harder!"

“4 more!... 3 more...! 2 more!... 1 MORE!!!..... YESSSS!!!”

This is why I love coming with you!

"Oh fuck me, fuck me with that big cock... I love how you fuck me"

"You like that grip?.. Mmm you fill me SOOO GOOD!"

"Your cardio is amazing."

“Does it feel good? Do you like that?”

“You like that, baby?“

“Jeeez, are you gonna last all night?"

"Cum for me ....and we can meet up later... and go again"

With now even people in the back listening to all this and every one of Paul's extended family and friends and all their plus ones couldn't help but hear this as it was broadcast through the speakers. No one spoke above a whisper as they didn't know what to think. Why was Pauls girlfriends voice being played through the speakers saying such filthy things? About 25 of them rushed to the edge of the stage and tried to ask him why he was playing 'Porn' on the speakers.

By this time Paul had recovered from his frozen state and with a grand flourish, threw the back curtain open to one side. His mouth was agape at what he saw, only made worse by the collective gasp from the hundred-plus people behind him as EVERYONE got a look at Paul's long-term girlfriend Blair and the guy none of them knew on the stage.

Blair was on top of the man that Paul knew as one of her clients John. He was the one that had gotten him in trouble before and now it looked like something had happened again just like last time. Blair's dress was bunched around her middle, her bra was discarded to the side and around one ankle, hung her panties, caught on a part of her shoe. Her D-cup tits were jiggling as she emphatically bounced on John's thick cock. John's pants were off one leg and his dress shirt was unbuttoned and open. His hands were gripping Blair's waist.

Now that the thick curtain wasn't there anymore to block sound, the mic, which was still laying on the ground not one foot from the action, picked up the sounds of their flesh slapping together, and the furious grunts and moans of both partners as they furiously fucked.

Blair caught on first that they weren't alone anymore and soon after John saw and started laughing. Blair's mind went into shock at the sudden realization of what they had been caught doing, but her body was committed to getting another orgasm and didn't stop bouncing for another 15 seconds. At which point she completely froze like a deer in the headlights. Headlights that were the eyes of all of Pauls's family and she was basically naked and impaled on John's cock with her boyfriend three feet away staring at her with the same look from when he walked into the bedroom and saw her with him.

Johns voice broke her out of her trance. "Are you going to get up or keep going?... better pick one"

Blair quickly slid off John and her body immediately felt the loss of his comforting thickness, a void where he once was. As she stood up, he pushed her dress down and kicked her panties off her foot to the back corner of the stage. Her bra was too far away so she just pulled her top up. Her makeup was a bit messy but not ruined. She took a few unsure steps but then got it steady. She picked up the mic and then reached for Paul.

Paul couldn't believe what he had seen, his lovely girlfriend of years had cheated on him at his family event/ birthday party. It was like a bad movie and his drunk mind couldn't put two and two together to form words.

"Im sorry" Blair spoke, her voice cracking "I didn't mean... to have this found out... in this way"

Paul's family and friends were starting to find their voices. Shouting things like...

"Whore!"

"That poor man"

"What a sluuuut!"

"Nice tits!"

"Whos the dude she fucked?"

"Bitch!"

"What did she do to that guy?"

"Trollop!"

"How much for me?"

Blair was feeling overwhelmed when suddenly she felt the presence of John come up behind her. He hadn't put his pants back on she felt his thick cock press against her ass through the dress. She didn't know why but she felt a little comforted that he was with her.

John Took her hand and pulled the mic up to his face. Speaking clearly "Sorry everyone, I'm a client of Blair's and she was just helping me with some .... **** yoga. The kind that takes two people"

Suddenly, everyone got quiet and started muttering to each other that, she _WAS _a physical trainer and they _HAD _heard of yoga classes before. It wasn't _THAT _unheard of for yoga to look odd. Surely it was just hard to do in a dress that it _accidently _fell down.

Blair was having a little trouble believing that suddenly things were okay, but really, were they just doing Yoga? The rest of her thoughts came to a crashing halt as she felt John pull her dress up over her ass and his hand left hers and moved to the back of her neck. Pushing her forward slightly. She leaned as he wanted and felt his thick cock once again push at her soaked pussy lips. Her legs shifted farther apart and she clutched one hand on his as the other with the mic, went tightly to her chest.

With the mic pressed against herself, it clearly picked up her lustful moans as John's delicious cock plunged into her depths once more. She felt completely filled and the fact that she was in front of a hundred-plus people only made her have a mini orgasm as he bottomed out in her once more.

"OH Fuck Yeeessssssss" she cried out as he started thrusting once more.

The crowd muttered as they were unaware of what exactly was going on. was this more Yoga or was it actually sex? surely it wasn't intentional. I mean Blair wouldn't just get fucked on stage in front of everyone right? No that's ridiculous, that's just for bad porn shows... and yet, only a few people turned their gaze from the stage. The sounds of flesh slapping together are amplified by the mic, the constant moans from Blair that is usually only heard in porn movies.

"Please...please....please ...cum for me...cum...for,..me... Do it... fill me up... make me yours" Blair moaned

As John continued to thrust into Blair, Paul suddenly got unfrozen and stepped towards them, not liking what she was saying. But he was clumsy and somehow hit his stomach on John's fist and then got knocked to the floor. Paul rolled to his back and when he looked up, he saw, once again, the thickest cock he had ever seen impaling his beautiful girlfriend's pussy over and over. It had to be like the size of an energy drink can, but nobody had that.

John groaned and then spoke. "Mmm just for you Blair...Mmm, My favourite trainer... fuck... just for you"

From Pauls's viewpoint, he saw the man's large balls and bulging veins in the man's cock pulse as he filled Blair's cunt with his thick cum.

Blair cried out in orgasm as she was set off as soon as she felt him pulsing and the hot goo splashing her insides.

When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, she realized that she was STILL on stage and clutching a mic. John quickly trapped it from her and with a smirk said into it.

"Oops, my bad, I slipped there" and then gathered his clothes and started to walk off stage.

Paul eventually got back up and just felt really really weird about seeing that accident in such full detail. He left the stage and decided to get very drunk tonight.

Blair straightened her dress out, and went to catch up to him, but then remembered she left her panties and bra on stage and had to titter back to collect them, she also saw a small box on stage and grabbed that too.

After a few quick apologies to Paul for 'working' on the party night and promises to make it up to him, she then ran off to find John.

John was standing outside the main doors, as if waiting for her. She didn't know why but even after all that, she felt like she was back at prom and he could have been her date. Standing outside a gym and smiling at her when she approached.

"I .. Dont know what to say"

"We had some fun, we were naughty and we basically got caught" he shrugged

"But we didn't ... did we?" she looked at him confused. "I mean yes it was fun.. it always is... with you"

"Then that's all that matters," he said then sighed his hands fidgeting "I'm glad I gave up smoking but I sure miss it somedays"

"You didn't answer me, what... "

He interrupted her "Are you just going to carry those around or are you going to get dressed?" he gestured to her underwear, bunched in her one hand.

"Shit... damnit...uhhh" She looked around and saw no one but them. She quickly stepped into her panties again, bracing herself on him as she did so and shimmied them back up and on. She felt the cum he deposited in her starting to slide down her legs. He helped her with the bra to make it faster and soon enough she was somewhat presentable again. The small box dropped and hit the ground with an almost silent plop.

"So are we on for Wednesday again?" he asked

"What?" she asked

"I'm paying you to train me... remember?" he chuckled

"How ... can you think of that with what just happened?" she raised her voice a bit

"Because I can... and you will too" He reached up and gently caressed the side of her face, he looked like he was about to kiss her when he suddenly dropped his hand, leaned over and picked up the small box, it was a ring box. Blair saw the look on his face and it almost looked like ... disappointment, but then it was gone.

"Might want to give this back to Paul" he tossed it to her.

Blair caught the box and when she realized what it was, she almost got angry. "That fucking idiot"

"Go have fun, we can talk at the gym" he took a few steps away.

"Or how about you not be a cryptic asshat and ill call you later?" she asked as she pushed the ring box in between her tits.

"Not tonight, I think Im a bit tired" he lied

"Well then tomorrow, and you better rest up" She stepped towards him and then grabbed his face and kissed him HARD. "Cuz im going to make you so tired you can't move... No exceptions... no bullshit... get rested and ill see you then."

Blair then turned around and headed back to the gym. She had a bit of damage control to do with Paul and family. Also, she needed to shut down Paul's stupid possible plans.

Blair made a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up. Fix her makeup and clean the dried cum off her legs. Once she was good, she spent the rest of the night fending off questions about yoga and her training sessions. Ladies wanted to know more so they could trim up and guys wanted to know if her client was in shape that good because of her.

Paul got wasted and when he tried to make an announcement, Blair was quick to turn off the mic and got his cousins to help carry him off to a taxi to get him home. He tried to get handsy with her when they got home but she pushed him into bed and he passed out before she could even get undressed.

Blair went to sleep that night thinking of the strong hands of her favourite person and what she was going to do to him the next time she saw him.