An Endurance Test

"Sit down in that chair!" she ordered, pointing to a leather seat. You quickly scramble to do so, your erect cock swinging around as you did. Sitting down, you look up at your new boss, the dominant woman standing right in front of you, a timer in her hands. While intimidating, you could not help but notice the beautiful pair of tits hanging above you,

"In this household, we expect a lot from our servants, and of course pay them accordingly." Turning the clock, she sets the timer to five minutes. "Before I can approve you for this position, I need to make sure you are physically capable of performing such tasks."

"I-I'm not sure what you mean, Madam," you stammer, this whole situation making you very nervous. "I-I worked as a janitor for a year, I'm sure I'm physically able to-"

"Not those kinds of tasks, Mister Lockley," she interrupts, setting the timer on the armrest. Hitting a button, it begins to count down. Kneeling in front of you, she once again wraps her hand around the base of your cock. "Men are expected to meet certain standards of performance in this household. Quite frankly, we want men who will last, Mister Lockley, and before I can give you my approval I will need to test your abilities in this area." She gave your dick a few experimental strokes, a bead of precum oozing from the tip. "I will provide oral stimulation for the duration of that timer. If you ejaculate, consider your employment terminated."

Without another word, she leaned down and slid your cock into her mouth. You could not contain a groan as her warm, wet throat surrounded your sensitive member. In one fluid movement, she took your entire length, her lips touching the base. Your hands gripped the armrests as you tried to resist the waves of pleasure overwhelming you. It felt so, so good but you could not afford to lose this job. Your knuckles turning white, you prepared yourself for the most torturously good blowjob you've ever received.

Four minutes left. She works herself into a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down at a nice pace. Each time she fits your whole cock down her throat, and each time she withdrew until her lips barely touched your tip. Her motions were slow but hard, and every time she went down you saw stars.

Three minutes left. Her eyes were locked on yours for the entire duration of the blowjob. They were so focused, so determined, yet so dispassionate. She seemed to derive no pleasure nor annoyance from blowing you, treating it like just another part of her job. For some reason that just turned you on even more, and you prayed for time to somehow speed up.

Two minutes left. As the clock ticked down, she sped up. The shlick of your cock fucking her throat filled the small office, only accompanied by your mewls and groans of pleasure. Her tongue worked inside her mouth, softly caressing your shaft and swirling around the tip. You had resorted to doing math in your head, though even that was not helping much.

One minute left. You could feel the orgasm building in your balls as you desperately tried to fend it off. Every second was a battle, her mouth waging war against your mind. You tried your best to focus on the clock, holding out until it finally struck zero.

The timer rang, signifying your triumph. The woman immediately stopped sucking, slipping your cock out with a pop. Pulling a handkerchief out of her breast pocket, she softly wiped her lips.

"Very good, Mister Lockley," she purred, standing up. "Not many applicants can last the full five minutes."

"Oh, well, uh, thank you, Madam," you reply, still panting from the experience.

"I'll give you thirty seconds to recover. Then, we can continue to the second half of the test." As she makes some notes on her clipboard, you wonder what could possibly follow that!