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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. 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 here 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, working 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 2

A 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 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 wanted to carry on something with Chloe. “Impressed with what you saw I assume,” she said as she continued to tweak

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