Inseparable

“Cheers.” Henry responded before gulping his drink. He set the glass down on a t.v. tray kind of end table and grabbed Rachael by the hand. She squealed excitedly as she fell into his lap.

It was a matter of seconds before they were making out. She was facing me as Henry slid his hand up her skirt and I could see all the way up. She had no panties on. Her sex was completely exposed before Henry’s hand found its way up there.

She moaned as he teased her.

“Have you ever seen anyone so hot, Lucas?” Henry played to her ego. She was all over it, too.

“I don’t think so.” I mumbled.

“Take off your sweater.” Henry whispered in her ear. She eagerly did as she was told. She was wearing a pale pink bra that kept her breasts high and erect. But with a simple slip of his fingers Henry snapped the back allowing her tits to burst free.

“What do you want?” She breathed.

“You know what I want.” Henry replied helping her up off his lap. He undid his pants and pulled out his stiff dick.

I watched as Rachael fell to her knees in front of him. He pulled the band from her hair allowing her bright red locks to fall down around her shoulders. In the meantime she took his member in his hands and began to stroke it up and down. Before he could tell her she slid his hard cock slowly between her lips.

“Damn!” Henry huffed while running both hands through her hair in order to grab it by the handful. He guided her slowly up and down but it didn’t take long for her to push against him.

She pulled her head up gasping and giggling that she just needed to catch her breath. Henry stood up, letting his pants fall to his ankles. Guiding Rachael he sat her down in his place, pushed her legs apart and dove into her bush.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she played with her nipples. But there was something odd about the whole scene. Rachael let her hair fall over one eye as her hips rocked back and forth. She spread her legs, still wearing the heeled thigh high boots and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. It was only after a could of seconds of Henry eating her pussy like it was his last meal that I realized she was staring at me.

“Oh, yeah!” She cried. “Don’t stop!”

Her skin began to shine with sweat as Henry worked her over. I watched her push her hips up to him, letting him lick and suck her sweet button until her body began to shake with pleasure.

Henry sat back and stood in front of her. She eagerly took his manhood in her hands and stoked it before licking up one side of his shaft and down the other while her eyes stayed with me. Her tongue rolled around his cock as her lips sucked it hard. She took more and more of him in her mouth until I was sure she was going to gag or worse, throw up. Actually I would have laughed at that.

I stared at her. At first I thought getting my knob polished would make me feel pretty good. But as I watched Rachael work henry over like she were auditioning for a spot in some amateur porn movie my gut began to sink.

Sobriety slowly began to seep into my head and I noticed Rachael had a blemish on her left cheek. Her nail polish was chipped on the ring finger and her lipstick had smeared mercilessly across her face making her look like a clown.

As she continued to blow Henry I cou

ldn’t help but notice that her carpet had several stains on it and desperately needed to be vacuumed. There were a few cracks on the walls where nails had been hammered in but there was no longer a picture hanging there. Some of the molding was shipped.

The whole place started to look like a worn out whore.

“Oh God!” Henry cried as he held Rachael in place. She sloppily sucked his cock and let him force her head down as far as it would go. “That’s it, Sandy! Don’t stop! I’m almost there!”

She didn’t stop. But she did slow down making Henry gasp with something not quite angry but pleasantly frustrated as she prolonged his climax.

Finally, without warning Henry pulled her up from her knees, spun her around and began fucking her from behind. Her ass jiggled every time he pounded into her and her breasts hung down fully exposed as Henry took hold of them both in his hands and fucked her hard.

She pressed her hands against the sofa and whipped her hair over her shoulders as Henry reached down between her legs. They were slick from his fucking and he found her clit. At a feverish pace he rubbed it in mad circles making Rachael cry out.

“Right there! Yes! Right there!” She panted.

“Yeah!” Henry chimed in. “It’s happening! It’s happening!”

He was oblivious to me being in the room. But Rachael knew I was there the whole time. This was a show she was putting on. She was one of those girls who loved being watched. It wouldn’t surprise me if she rode the bus and flashed her beaver to as many guys as possible on a daily basis.

The thought brought Tilly right back to the front and center of his mind. What was the difference between Rachael and Tilly?

You know damn well what the difference is. Tilly never asked for it and never asked for anything in return. Oh, unless you call being nice asking for too much.

My thoughts wouldn’t take my side.