Chloe Smythe A Day In The Park
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Chloe Plays In The Bosses Riverside Manor free porn video
Curiosity 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?
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 in the large hallway.
Riverside Manor had been kept spic and span for the last 5 years by Chloe after recommendations from their neighbours having taken care of half a dozen homes to the wealthy in the affluent village of Hurwell-on-Thames but 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. If the Tate’s had time for k**s, they’d be stunning.
Chloe usually started at the top and worked down. The large en-suite master bedroom was rarely tidy with Lana’s expensive shoes s**ttered untidily at the foot of the bed and Clark’s clothes, usually Boss, Armani and the like, d****d 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 to 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. Wanting more, she feared scrolling through in search of more images in case the unfamiliar laptop went haywire. She made do with slowly examining each shot in sequence repeatedly. 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 have been 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 smoothly 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, 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.
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 in the large hallway.
Riverside Manor had been kept spic and span for the last 5 years by Chloe after recommendations from their neighbours having taken care of half a dozen homes to the wealthy in the affluent village of Hurwell-on-Thames but 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. If the Tate’s had time for k**s, they’d be stunning.
Chloe usually started at the top and worked down. The large en-suite master bedroom was rarely tidy with Lana’s expensive shoes s**ttered untidily at the foot of the bed and Clark’s clothes, usually Boss, Armani and the like, d****d 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 to 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. Wanting more, she feared scrolling through in search of more images in case the unfamiliar laptop went haywire. She made do with slowly examining each shot in sequence repeatedly. 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 have been 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 smoothly 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, 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.
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