Give him a countdown

Doug is tensing up, alternating between rolling his head back and groaning, and looking down to watch the sexy woman working his dick. I can’t tell if the strain on his face is due to difficulty cumming in this situation, or to holding back to get his full fifteen minutes.

I am more than ready to take Amber back to my place now. I consider pulling over now and calling time over. But I’m sure she would be unhappy about leading Doug on, taking his money, then leaving him hanging...

“One minute left,” I bark. They are both startled at the announcement. Doug looks worried, I think he is feeling stressed. My barking is probably not helping. In actuality, time is already up, but I’ll be generous since the lady likes him. She keeps slurping away.

“Forty-five.” I turn down another street, broadly circling the neighborhood. I hear a pop, then the slurping stops.

“That’s plenty of time, baby. Go head, cum in my mouth.” The slurping resumes, now her hands are working as well, but my view is blocked. Doug groans.

“Twenty-five.” Doug looks up in mild panic. It should be thirty, but I am the only one counting and this is starting to entertain me. Amber picks up to a ridiculous speed. It sounds like a continuous slurp, broken only by the percussive pops of her lips sealing around his glans. sshlaaa-pop-sshlaaa-pop-sshlaa-pop-sshla-pop-shla-pop-shla-pop-shla-pop. I have overheard a fair number of things from my neighbors, but never this.

“Ten.” I shaved off two more seconds. Doug is bucking i to her mouth, their rhythms, totally mismatched. Amber grabs his hands and slaps them on her head. “Really give it to her, Doug,” I encourage, knowing full well it was putting more pressure on him. I mostly said it for her benefit. With both of our endorsements and precious few seconds left, he pulls her head down hard and pounds his rod into her mouth at full speed. “aaaahhhh.... aaaaaaahhhhhhh... aaaaaAHHHHH... He rises up off the seat as if levitating, **** to hit the back of her throat. AAAAAHHHHHH..... AAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhh...!” He stiffens in silence, head back. Amber moans, swallowing down her reward. As explosive gasp escapes Doug, then he collapsed, out of breath. She sits back up, her makeup is a little messy and her mouth and chin are glistening in slobber. She gets a tissue out of her clutch and cleans herself up.

“Sorry Doug, but you were four seconds over. We’ll have to charge you for the extra fifteen minutes.” Doug is too wiped out to respond.

“Oh, stop it.” She bops the back of my seat. “Don’t listen to him, baby.”

“What have I told you about freebies, Amber. You are making it up to me then.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, staring at me in the mirror. Her eyes are smoldering, hopefully with lust.

When Doug gets his wits together and looks around, he sees we are parked on a busy street and his lolling cock is still out. He quickly gets his pants back up. There is a prominent wet spot where most of her saliva has soaked in.

“That was fun, Doug. Have a nice night,” She gives him a kiss on the cheek. He stumbles out of the car and we take off.