Leisure Suit Larry

937 Days

It was time for Larry and Amanda's final date. They went out to some corny comedy club, and came back late, both clearly inebriated. You were asleep on the chair. You awoke when they climbed into bed, although you pretended he was still asleep. Larry was clad in a leisure suit, and Amanda was in a short blue dress. They lay on the bed together, and Larry suddenly was startled, seeing your presence.

"Jesus, doesn't he have any manners?" Larry asked contemptuously as you fake snored. "The nutless wonder." Amanda snorted, and you could hear her laugh.

"You're so funny, Larry," she said as she undid his slacks, exposing his big fat cock.

"Well, it's true," he said, somewhat mollified as she attended to him, her blonde hair perfect as she blew the obese landlord. You watched with mostly lidded eyes, everything embedded into you, the voyeuristic thrill, the humiliation as Amanda loudly slurped on the pervert's cock, making sure to suck down every drop of seed. You knew he'd be fucking her later too. What the hell had you gotten them into?