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Chloe and Lana – A moment with the boss in RiversiCHAPTER 1Curiosity got the better of Chloe. She knew she shouldn’t look but it was hardly her fault the laptop was left open. After all, Clark and Lana Tate employed her to come in twice weekly to clean their swanky 6 bed pad overlooking the River Thames. They should be more careful. Chloe was paid to clean and tidy up after the them, having access all areas. Well, mostly. The successful business owners clearly too busy to do their own housework. Or maybe just too rich to put themselves through such menial labours. With their money, why would they? He the breadwinner, she with a small business just to give her an interest. Lana was just leaving the house minutes before nine, cutting it fine, heading out into the sunny summers morning, but having just enough time to say a cheery greeting to Chloe. Chloe could smell a waft of expensive perfume in the air as Lana passed her on the steps up to the main entrance. Riverside Manor had been kept spic and span for the last 5 years by Chloe who took care of half a dozen homes to the wealthy in the affluent village of Hurwell-on-Thames. Riverside would be her dream house when her numbers came in. She’d occasionally see Lana if she was early enough but she could bank on Clark nearly always being away on business. She’d mainly see him in the Hurwell Arms on a Saturday night where he’d be having banter with his equally rich mates, usually giving her a nod of acknowledgement. A gorgeous looking man, dark and handsome but not overly tall. Chloe usually started at the top and worked down. The large en-suite master bedroom was rarely tidy with Lana’s expensive shoes strewn untidily at the foot of the bed and Clark’s clothes, usually Boss, Armani and the like, laying over the vanity stool. The bed clothes were loosely pulled over but it was left for Chloe to give a full change of bedding. There on on the drawers was the laptop. Screen still burning away with no hint of a screen saver being set. The content of the large screened laptop there for Lana’s viewing pleasure. Albeit accidentally. Her mind racing with the quandary of closing the laptop. Would the Tate’s remember they’d left it open and know that Chloe would have seen it? Most probably if they came home to find it shut. Maybe Clark was responsible? Or Lana? Chloe mused over the images. At first she thought it’d been left on a porn site. Initially thinking the pair in the thumbnails were the usual suspects of the porn industry. She didn’t really know. She’d never been exposed to much porn. The occasional dodgy VHS tape back in the 90s with an old flame. But even from her nervous glances, 6 feet from the screen, she had a quick realisation recognising her employer, Lana Tate playing her part in fantasy land. It didn’t take much working out that the stiff cock entering Lana’s mouth would be Clark’s. Chloe felt butterflies in her tummy. She delayed her dusting and leant over for a closer look. There was a screen of around 30 images and a few video clips. This was surreal. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Or feeling. Guilty voyeur? Mischievous? But definitely excited. She took a nervous deep breath exhaling slowly. Looking over her shoulder to ensure she was alone. Skimming the images top to bottom, left to right allowed Chloe to share, indulge even, the previous evenings passions. The top left photo was Lana dressed in a long sleeved black blazer dress. Somewhat high above the knee for Lana’s 40 plus years but perhaps just for the private occasion. Yes, she could pull it off. She appeared less demure than usual, slutty. Made up for purpose of a fuck session. Heavier lippy and makeup. Lana could be seen kneeling on the sumptuous king sized bed, smiling cheekily at the camera. A naughty glint in her eye. Gradually hitching it up to reveal her slim pink thong which she’d pull up to trap it in her damp pussy. Probably expensive matching underwear. Lana’s finger pressing the silky undies into her pussy. Chloe could see that Lana had an amazing figure and the skin of a twenty something girl. Jenna knew an attractive lady when she saw one but never had any desires on women. Until now. Lana was next seen positioned straddling the corner of the bed and facing the camera but the smile removed and a sultry pose seductively teasing. Her long flowing blonde hair cascading over the front of her shoulders but not enough to conceal her inviting cleavage. She looked drop dead gorgeous. To be fair, Lana always looked stunning. Immaculate, smart and always as sexy as hell. Chloe was finding herself beginning to perch on the very same bed on the very same corner. She could feel herself pussy beginning to need attention. The thumbnail images teased Chloe on, willing her to continue to the ones where she got to see Clark’s stiff cock. Chloe was stirring herself and squeezing her legs together as she sat staring at the storyboard of porn. She desperately wanted to play the videos. It was clear that these were well thought out and pre-planned photos. A tripod by the window and a Canon camera on the bedside table perhaps the biggest clue. Clark began to appear on screen after the first half batch of Lana gradually undressing, teasing the viewer and revealing her perfect tits before getting to the grand pussy reveal. Clark appeared full frame whilst he towered over Lana as she unbuckled his belt and produced his cock to take him in her mouth. A close up of his cock showed that he was leaking for Lana. Frustratingly for Chloe, she knew there’d be more action and she was desperate to see the conclusion. She thought hard about double clicking on the video thumbnails. After all, viewing what was on screen was purely innocent on her part. But to press play, that was indefensible. She was too weak, too curious and far too turned on not to view the videos. Chloe hadn’t felt such sexual excitement for, well longer than she could remember. Her long termer, so called fiancé just wasn’t cutting the mustard. bolu escort Never had. She received more attention from her rabbit dildo. More reliable. Chloe, still tightly gripping the unused duster dropped it onto the floor. She hovered over the first video clip and double clicked. The first frame of video was jerky until Clark had got focus, his point of view looking down at Lana, eyes staring back to camera as she teased and pleased, slowly licking the length of the throbbing cock. Lana could be heard moaning with delight as she devoured the length and wanked it as she sucked. Chloe could feel her nipples hardening. She found herself popping the button of her jeans and sliding down the zip. Slightly wavering, should she touch herself or slam the laptop shut and forget it? No chance. She slowly slid her right hand down into her jeans and cupped herself over smooth satin thong. Beginning to squeeze whilst staring at the hot amateur porn. Gently working a couple of fingers up and down over her sensitive clit and digging fingers into herself, pushing her knickers into her now dampening pussy. Chloe was tensing and holding her breath as she worked her fingers deeper, harder and faster over the pussy. Her eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure but she fought against it to watch Clark on screen sliding his manhood deep into Lana Tate’s smoothly finished pussy. In fantasy, he should be here now and pinning Chloe to the bed and fucking her too. She’d love to be his slut. Maybe she’d like to play with Lana too. If she was there. Working herself and taking further glances at the screen to fuel her imagination, she lifted herself off the bed to enable her to slide the restrictive jeans down a little. Still on fire, she quickly resumed work on herself. She needed more and slipped her right hand into her knickers. Her fingers tipping over her aching clit, worki
ng in a circular motion. A couple of fingers were guided into her damp warm pussy before she rubbed her moistness back over the most sensitive part. Quicker, harder, she could tell this wouldn’t be long. Right hand doing the main work whilst she dug her left fingers into her pussy. Now she was laying backwards on the bed. THE bed. At the point of no return, she tensed, held her breath and arched her back lying back on the bed as her orgasm exploded inside. Her whole body, feeling like a thousand volts had just shot through her. A beautiful thing. Clark and Lana continuing to fuck and moan on screen as Chloe found herself getting her breath back and looking up at the ceiling. She let out a short chuckle at the ridiculousness of it. Feeling smug, naughty and partly satisfied. “Impressed with what you saw I assume,” came the voice of Lana Tate , standing, leaning on the door frame, her skirt hitched and right hand still navigating her own wet clit. CHAPTER 2A late night for Lana Tate and husband Clark, awake and fucking past 1am! Not the norm for midweek when Clark was due up early to head off into London to run his recruitment businesses. Business meant everything to them and likely why it was still only them living the lifestyle in Riverside Manor. Dashing for the door of their swanky pad, Lana Tate knew she was cutting it fine to open her boutique on time. What with the 10 minute drive to the next village and all, even her sporty Audi TT would struggle. Opening the large door on her dash for it, she could see a lovely summers morning with the Thames gently rolling by the bottom of their extensive sprawling lawn. Sauntering up the entrance steps was Chloe. Trusted cleaner of the past few years. Perhaps she’d put more trust in her than she ought but nothing ever went missing and the house was always perfect on their return home. “Morning Chloe, stunning day”, she said cheerily as she passed her. Lana had often thought to make more time to get to know her but, busy busy and all that. Maybe it was down to her snobbery of feeling in a better class. Lana thought Chloe was a pretty girl with her dark brown eyes and ponytailed hair. In her late 20s, usually wearing jeans and T shirt but what was she supposed to wear? Skimpy maid outfit? Well, Lana did have one but only for her guilty pleasures. Occasionally she’d see Chloe in the pubs in Hurwell-on-Thames and she did look stunning when dressed up. Heading down the tree lined drive in her speedy convertible, she passed the stone pillars of the gate and pulled out on to the main road. The village of her boutique almost reached. “Oh fuckety fuck”, she exclaimed out loud with sudden realisation of what could lay in wait for Chloe. Was this worse than thinking you’d left the gas on. Lana felt the blood rush to her face and her heart begin to race in panic. The busy main road and on coming traffic didn’t help her cause to get back home quick enough. “Come on, for fuck sake”, she said annoyed at the lack of a break in the traffic. Eventually spinning the car round and heading back to her Manor. On the drive back, Lana’s mind was racing. Clark had been messing with his laptop shortly after waking, uploading his capture from the amazing session from the night before. Clark loved to film them fucking and not just content with amateur style phone filming. He had to have all the best gear. Lana loved it too but sometimes Clark’s fumbling for the remote may have killed some passion but she herself loved to dress up and show off for the camera. God forbid that anyone should see their private collection. Clark would often be plunging his length into Lana’s pussy or arse with the camera held close to the action. Driving back up the drive, she was running it through her head what could be happening inside hoping Chloe started downstairs. Lana knew that the laptop was left open on the drawers of their huge bedroom. Lana had seen it from her dressing room whilst blow drying her hair and knew she’d need to hide it. It must have been down to her cutting it fine, feeling rushed and annoyed with herself that she’d forgotten. Please bolu escort bayan don’t let Chloe be upstairs already. She pulled up close to the steps leading up to the large double doored entrance. She raced in and decided just to leg it up the large staircase to her bedroom. One of 6, all larger than they needed to be and rarely used except for the odd stay over of friends. No sound of Chloe. Just the sound of the radio playing to itself in the kitchen. Up to the top of the landing and their room was to the right and over the balcony over looking the stone floored hall. Lana found herself slow down as though mischievously trying to sneak back in. There at the end of the corridor was her room, door open. She could partly see through the door of her room, the super king sized bed. Her heart sank. Surely she must have been rumbled for she could see Chloe’s cleaning products by the bed. Lana waited. Thinking. What should she do. Still 10 metres or so from her room. Maybe Chloe was cleaning the en-suite bathroom and she could sneak in and close it? Maybe just announce her arrival? Why not? It’s her house. The fact was, Lana was fearful, embarrassed and cringing. After a moment, she walked quietly towards her room, heart racing. As she neared, a greater view of her room could be seen. Nearing she could begin to hear sounds. Tinny but familiar sounds of her own cries. The volume gained as she drew closer. Lana knew what was happening. What was she going to say? As Lana edged the last metre, there she was. Chloe, her young quiet cleaner that she knew little about, on her bed watching her and Clark the night before. Something prevented Lana from shouting out. She had a right to be angry. This was private stuff. But then there was intrigue. What was this young beauty thinking as she stared at the laptop screen. Chloe was on the left of the bed which, due to the stupidly large bedroom was still 6 or 7 metres from the door. Facing away, side on to Lana and oblivious to her employer’s presence. Lana’s heart rate increased again but this time though it wasn’t through panic. Lana continued to watch now realising she was as naughty as Chloe watching her. Lana’s found herself backing off and hoping not to be seen… yet. Lana’s breathing increased at the sight of Chloe popping a button of her jeans before unzipping. Although she couldn’t get a clear view, Lana knew what Chloe was planning. Clark’s sleek cock on screen could be seen feet from Chloe, staring intently. Lana began to stir, seeing Chloe raise slightly to work her jeans down a little. She could hear Chloe sigh as she began to touch herself. Lana felt an urge like nothing before. Her pussy needed it’s own workings now even though it had been worked well hours earlier. She was ready again. Was this wrong? Who was the guiltiest party. This was fantasy porn stuff but here both were. Two ladies with the urge. Lana, some 15 years older. Was that wrong? She remained somewhat back out of the room with her head looking round the doorframe to see enough and to avoid being busted. She so wanted to carry on watching young Chloe. Lana couldn’t hold back. She found herself reaching down for the hem of her skirt and slowly pull it upwards. She found her hand reaching for her aching pussy where she began to press into her mound. Starting to work her fingers round herself over her satin knickers, tweaking and pressing into her knickers, feeling herself getting wet. Eyes burning into Chloe from behind and loving the new found erotic excitement. Who would come first?Who would be loudest? Lana moved her hand inside and slipped 2 fingers straight inside herself. Wet. Warm. Probing. Chloe was arching her back and writhing in her own slutty frenzy. Lana felt herself nearing her own exploding orgasm when Chloe fell backwards on the bed and chuckled. She’d beaten Lana to. As Chloe lay on her back she expelled a gasp of breath. Relief. The video now playing to itself. Lana, just missing out on peak success was still excited and her inhibitions out the window. She want
ed to carry on something with Chloe. “Impressed with what you saw I assume,” she said as she continued to tweak herself. CHAPTER 3Chloe immediately looked behind towards the door, quickly pulling her legs up to her tummy instinctively hiding herself being on display. Her knickers and jeans still round knees. Feeling slightly ashamed and embarrassed laying there on Lana and Clark’s bed. When she realised there was no defence to her actions she eventually offered a reply. “My God, I’m sorry”, she said beginning to sit up. Her hands went to her face and covered it. Busted. Momentarily sitting on the edge of bed wishing the ground would open up. She couldn’t bring herself to look back at Lana. As realisation set in, Chloe began to consider what she had seen albeit for a second. Lana had been standing there… watching her and playing with her pussy. Both were. Still with head in hands, she felt her body space encroached. Slowly moving her hands away revealing Lana standing in front of her. Chloe looked up to see Lana looking down at her. Both ladies with racing hearts in new territory. Chloe could smell the expensive perfume that had wafted passed her when she’d arrived earlier. She smelled gorgeous. She looked stunning. Lana’s skirt still hitched round her waist and her pretty cream satin knickers inches from Lana’s face. Lana was barefooted having kicked off her expensive flat shoes at the door. Lana reached out and held both Chloe’s hands. “I could have left and kept it taboo or we could both share a secret”, said Lana. A pause. She continued, “Don’t be sorry, it was hot to see… you’re a beautiful girl, I can’t be angry”. Chloe eventually spoke. “You’ve every right to send me packing, what now?” Lana replied, “Why would I, are you done now… or would you like some more? Chloe sucked in her bottom lip. Still sitting on the bed, holding Lana’s hands and keeping eye contact. “More?”, asked Chloe. “I saw you come, escort bolu it nearly made me come too. I’m not quite done. Could you go again Chloe?”Chloe kept Lana waiting. Still chewing nervously on her lip before coyly and slowing giving a nod of her head. Once there was approval, Lana stepped back releasing Chloe’s hands. Walking to the drawers, Lana bent down and opened the bottom drawer and pulled out her toy of choice. As she walked back to the bed, Chloe saw the 8 inch silicone vibrating dildo. She took in a deep intake of breath in wonder. Was it meant for her? Lana sat gently down beside Chloe on the bed. “This little fella never fails, you shouldn’t need instructions” said Lana. Lana and Chloe were face to face when Chloe, feeling so turned on, took the final move in to kiss Lana. Gentle lady kisses. Smooth like nothing she’d felt before. The softest lips on hers sending explosions through her. Through them both. The kissing became passionate and heavy with tongues eventually meeting. Chloe felt the first touch of a woman as Lana ran her right hand up and down her soft inner thighs. Chloe stopped her. Keeping her wanting. She stopped kissing Lana and edged off the bed. Kicking off her Converse pumps and sliding down her jeans and knickers in one swoop. All that Chloe now wore was her T-shirt and bra. She couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to be so forward but this was happening and she wanted it. Chloe pushed herself back on to the bed and laid on her back. Lana crawled over to lay on her tummy by her new playmate and hovered over her pretty face. They kissed again with Lana sliding up Chloe’s T shirt to reveal her soft smooth tummy. Gently stroking her skin before sliding her hand up to Chloe’s small, sensitive tits. Chloe wanted them sucking and lapping. To encourage Lana, Chloe pulled up the bra to reveal them. Nipples solid and aching to be sucked. Lana needed no words. She was on them. A hard nipple in her mouth, lips tightly sealed, drawing breath through her nose and both letting out an occasional groan to show appreciation. Teeth delicately gnawing. Chloe pulled up her legs and opened them. Her pussy was there for Lana. Chloe pulled Lana’s right hand downwards towards her wetness. “Touch me… please”, said Chloe breathing deeply. Lana, still playing away with Chloe’s tits, happily slid her hand over the waiting pussy. Two fingers met the delicate clit. A sharp gasp by Chloe as the spot was hit. Circling gently before sampling the soft wet lips. She slipped two fingers into Chloe. She was so wet, so warm, so ready. She pulsed her fingers into Chloe gradually upping tempo. “Yeeeah, pleeease, pleeease, there”, reassured Chloe, pushing Lana’s hand further into her. Chloe began to pull hard at Lana’s hair as she neared. The closer she got to coming, the harder she pulled. Lana liked it and pummelled hard into Chloe until she locked her torso rigid… coming. “Fuuck yeeess”, cried Chloe. Lana’s fingers soaked with the result. Chloe exhausted and in disbelief of the powerful orgasm. By a woman! “My God”, said Chloe letting out a laugh paddling her feet into the bedsheets. Lana smiled back at her and kissed her softly. “You weren’t long, and I don’t think I’ll be either” said Lana running the up the purple dildo across Chloe’s tummy. Bringing it up in front of Chloe’s face. They both giggled like naughty teens. Chloe knew what she had to do. Lana still clothed, her skirt up and knickers still on, she needed to show more flesh. Chloe got up and knelt straddling over her boss. She took hold of the toy, rigid and sleek and placed it on Lana’s mouth. Lana opened her lips and licked the length of the silicone shaft simulating what she did to Clark the previous evening. If Clark was here.. well, he’d be a happy boy. It’d always been his fantasy. Maybe soon. Chloe lowered herself down to feel the smooth satin of Lana’s skimpy briefs on her lips. Kissing the material and pulling at the small decorative bow with her teeth. Doing this allowed her to see Lana’s neatly trimmed strip. She allowed the knickers to flick back against Lana’s skin. This was new to Chloe but she’d occasionally thought what it’d be to touch a woman. Gentle and smooth. Beautiful. Chloe nuzzled the satin, feeling Lana’s swelling clitoris underneath with her lips. Lana took sharp breaths whilst pulling Chloe’s ponytail off her face so she could see her tongue working on her pussy. What a gorgeous sight. A beautiful woman lapping at her pussy. Lana wanted to feel more. With her little finger, she hooked her knickers and pulled them across to reveal her neat little slit. Inches from her face, Chloe never thought she’d do what she was about to do but in the moment, how turned on she was, Chloe wanted to. Put a cock next to her now and she’d opt for Lana. Her tongue out and placed delicately onto Lana. Soft, wet and fleshy. Flicking her tongue over the hood. Lana flinching and quivering as though a switch was being flicked. Chloe was enjoying it more than she’d thought. She felt warm and safe in Lana’s legs. She pressed down on Lana’s pussy, cupping the mound with her mound and darting her tongue deep into Lana. “Stick it in, stick your tongue into me”, Lana instructed as her legs were up and wide above. Lana enhanced the pleasure and felt her own wetness, sticking her fingers deep into herself with Chloe’s tongue alongside. She rubbed her own juices over her sensitive clit with her fingers as Chloe continued penetrating. Chloe still in deep, holding the toy felt for the top and pressed to start it in motion. Whirring away she brought it up to Lana’s pussy which if not already blown, was close. She replaced her tongue with the dildo but moved up to tongue Lana’s clit as she drove the member into her. Chloe found herself in a frenzy of dirty talk. “There, take it all, come on, take it”. Lana did. Almost all 8 inches of the throbbing vibrator inside and a tongue on her clit. Like Chloe, an immense explosion of orgasm that just felt so different from anything before. Getting her breath back, panting, looking up at the ceiling and holding Chloe’s head onto her st
omach, she said, “Clark’s always said you’re very thorough… I’ll tell him you’ve gone above and beyond today”.
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