Rate of Interest

Many years ago I (male bi ) was a residential mortgage lender for a bank. I made loans to buy or refinance homes. I was on a prospective call one day and met the borrowers at their small business, which was a kind of arts and crafts type shop. Turns out they were a gay couple and one was clearly the masculine one and the other feminine.

The masculine one, I'll call him James and the feminine one I'll call Ken. So James is really the business guy and Ken was uninterested and soon went off to do something and left James and I to talk. It was almost right away that he wanted me to come see the house. I definitely caught vibe that he wanted to show me more than its equity. in truth I didn't need to see it at all. An appraisal would take care of that and I told him so, but he insisted. I'd been with guys but didn't get the opportunity often. I was excited because I knew I could go and see what happens. No commitment or anything, and he hadn't overtly made a pass, it was just my gaydar. So James tells Ken we are going to see the house and Ken seems oblivious and says fine.

We get to the nearby house which was a big old rambling thing and went through it. As he was showing me the rooms he would make suggestive comments about phallic type objects, like a cucumber in the kitchen or candle on the mantle. I was being nice but careful too. I mean I could lose my job and marriage if I imagined and accepted a pass that wasn't made. First floor, second floor, and then their third floor walk up full attic which was their bedroom.

We get up there and I realize it's now or never. I look over and see the biggest bottle of Vaseline lotion I've ever seen on their bedside table. Just then, James says he hopes they can get the loan and it there is anything he can do to help the cause. I just think to myself "oh what the fuck" and say I just have one question. "Do you want me on my knees blowing you first, or do you want to just fuck my brains out?". He smiled and said "Come here bitch". I know what you're thinking, shouldn't he be blowing me for the loan? Nope I got just what I needed.

So it was on. I got on my knees, unzipped him, pulled out his 6 or so uncut inches and for the next 15 minutes gave him what he called a delicious blowjob. He proceeded to roll on a condom and for another almost hour he ordered me around the bed into every position and just fucked my ass-cunt, as he called it, mercilessly. The guy could seriously fuck and stay hard. I'd never experienced that. He kept squirting Vaseline lotion on my asshole and would then plunge in again, all the while calling me names and just indulging my need to submit.

Each new position would be preceeded by me performing some act on him. Balls sucking, asshole licking, kissing, toe sucking. Then always more intense and deep ass pounding. He finally was going to cum and made some last deep thrusts and masculine primal grunts and then just buried his cock in my sissy-pussy and came deep in me like a fire hose. Maybe it was my wishful imagination but even with the condom I swear I felt that big load pumping into me in one big convulsive squirt after another. We dressed, left, and I got his loan approved. James fucked me a few more times after that. Nice memories.

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