Blindfolded Bi Boss Pt 01

I often had to work late hours in the office, and after a while, I was the only person doing so. The janitors would often arrive and joke that I was working too hard, but I needed the overtime, and had nothing else going on in life at the time, so it worked out well. I cleared almost double my normal yearly pay, and my bosses didn't have to hire another person to train to take over. It worked out for everyone and everything except for my sex life.

Tired of jerking off alone when I finally got home, I had begun to pull up personal ads on my phone while still at work, hoping to find someone I could visit after hours, on my way home, to spice up my life a bit.

As a bisexual man, I love sucking cock, and I'll top the right guy if he's nice and cute enough, but generally speaking, women are my preference overall. I managed to find a few guys who were interested, but no women would ever reply.

One guy, who went by the username ShyGuy69, lived just a couple blocks away from my place, on the way to the office, in fact, so it worked out well, I figured. Interested, I agreed to meet him after work that night. He wanted something anonymous, and had agreed to blindfold himself for me and lay on the bed naked.

As I walked up the steps to his place, I scanned the list of intercom buttons and found Unit 4, right next to the name "K. & M. Selkirk." It was an uncommon enough name to give me a moment of pause, as it was also the last name of my boss, which made me chuckle. Wouldn't that be something, huh? I was certain it was a coincidence, and buzzed in without issue.

Walking up the stairs, I made it to the door of Unit 4 and saw it was ajar as planned. I pushed it open and my blood ran cold. I immediately knew; this was my boss for sure. I saw pictures on the wall of his various accomplishments and accolades, as well as a picture of him and his lovely wife, who was seemingly nowhere to be found this evening.

I broke into a cold sweat, unsure how to proceed. He knew I was coming up, and he probably heard me come through the door, as the old floorboards were quite squeaky.

Nervously, I made my way back to the bedroom, and found my boss, naked as a mole rate, stretched out across his bed spread eagle.

Thinking quickly, I snapped a picture with my phone just in case, then stood there for another few seconds, thinking about what I should do.

"Hello," asked the boss, knowing he wasn't alone in the room anymore, "is everyth--" he said, while reaching up towards his blindfold.

"Yep," I shot back quickly, disguising my voice as best I could by making it deeper than normal, "just admiring the view."

I knelt down onto the bed as he settled back, and reached out for his flaccid cock. My boss Karl stood roughly 5'10" on a good day, and weighed perhaps 210 or 220lbs or so. He had a barrel chest, thick legs that showed he worked out often, and massive shoulders that made him look like a linebacker.

I laid my body down between his legs and got to work, stroking his cock until it got hard, then sliding it into my mouth. He moaned and grabbed my head, pulling me down deep onto him and holding him there. I swallowed a couple of times and used my tongue to swirl around the underside of his cock, which made him moan even louder. Within a minute or so, I heard him grunt hard, then stiffen, before the telltale "I'm cummi--" and then fireworks. His cum exploded into the back of my mouth and almost made me gag, but I managed to stave that off and gulp his cum down. It tasted great, which made sense, as he had a habit of eating Pineapple everything at lunch, and I made sure to swallow every drop before cleaning him off.

As I stood up, it dawned on me that we were not actually alone.

His wife appeared from the shadows in the corner, having obviously been sitting there since the beginning, watching us.

She beckoned me to follow her into the hallway, and closed the bedroom door behind us.

"I'm surprised you went through with it, Sam..." she whispered knowingly.

My blood ran cold, and a shock ran up my spine as I heard her say my name.

"Hey, whoah now, relax, Sam," she said soothingly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. She was taller than me, easily 6'2" or so, and looked like a stereotypical Amazonian woman. Deeply tanned, with yellowish straw-colored hair pulled back tightly, sharp cheekbones, and gorgeous blue eyes sat atop a frame that was tall and lanky, but obviously muscled and well proportioned. She had large breasts and an hourglass figure that would make any man weak in the knees.

"That's our thing, you know," she purred, "he likes it when strange men suck him off, and I like to watch."

I nodded, dumbfounded and still in shock as she led me to the door.

"Maybe sometime you and I can do something later, but for now, I've got a face to go sit on," she said, opening the door for me. I chuckled and felt my cock stir at the thought of that gorgeous ass squatting down onto my face.

"Sounds like a great time," I joked before walking out, "next time you can sit on mine too if you want."

"I might just take you up on that," she replied before closing the door.

The following morning, I was at the office bright and early, making it in before Karl. He arrived probably 20 minutes later, and I noticed, with a grin, that he had an extra bit of pep in his step and a smile on his face.

"Good morning Sam," he said cheerily, "how was your night?"

I felt a twitch in my pants and chuckled nervously, "Oh it was great. Found a new place and had a great meal, then went home and slept like a baby. How was yours?"

Karl's face reddened slightly, and his hand dropped down in front of his crotch as he locked eyes with Sam, "oh you know, it was a pretty quiet night with the wife. We watched Matlock."

The urge to call him out arose, but I was able to quash it quickly.

"Make sure you get those reports to me soon, alright," he said, thumping my cubicle wall before he walked off to his office.

I spent the next several hours in a bit of a haze as I daydreamed about the taste and feel of his cock as he came last night. His grunts and groans, and the way his wife reacted afterwards. Clearly she hadn't told him, which made me think that was their kink, and I was absolutely into it.

"Earth to Sam," I heard, realizing I had drifted off completely, "are you alright dude?"

It was Kathy, who worked out of the cubicle across the aisle from me.

"Shit, sorry Kathy, yep, I'm good... just zoning out I guess," I replied.

"Did you finish the reports yet," she asked, "Karl needs them in the next few minutes..."

FUCK! I scrambled to print out the last of the reports, which I had thankfully managed to do for the most part during my cock-induced mental sojourn. I shuffled everything together, slammed it into a manilla folder, and sprinted down the hall to Karl's office.

I knocked quietly and listened at the door, hoping not to hear him already on the quarterly call with HQ. Thankfully, it was silent, except for Karl's voice telling me to come in.

I opened the door and saw him sitting at his desk, facing the window. He turned to me with his phone in his hand, and asked me to shut the door. I did so, but suddenly felt nervous.

"Hey Sam," he started, "thanks for getting these to me."

I placed the folder on his desk and turned to leave.

"Hey, while I have you here, I wanted to discuss something with you. Have a seat," he said a little more loudly. "That was my boss on the line, and he's given me the go ahead to create a new team. I'd like you to lead that team. You'd report directly to me, but the hours would be shorter, with a bonus structure that'll see you earning more than you have been, even with the OT. What say you?"

I sat dumbfounded for a moment, but nodded my head as soon as I heard I'd make more working less.

"Great," he said, standing up, "now what are you doing for dinner? I'd like to discuss the new role and responsibilities, and I think a bit of celebration is warranted! How about you stop by my place this evening? I believe you've already met my wife, but we cook a mean lasagna, and she's been dying for some feedback on her recipe."

I nodded affirmatively and stood up, shaking his hand. I turned to leave when he stopped me again.

"Don't you want the address," he asked with a chuckle.

My face reddened and I turned back apologizing, but he laughed it off and said he'd text it to me anyway.

I shambles out the door and sat back down at my soon-to-be-former desk. Tge rest of the day went by in a nanosecond and I was brought around by my phone buzzing in my pocket.

It was Karl's wife, McKayla.

"Hey Sam, Karl is driving right now and asked me to send you our address. Its 1533 S Elm St, apartment 4. Parking is available curbside. See you later!"

She still hadn't told him, clearly... which made me wonder if tonight would be the night. My breath got caught in my throat as I contemplated that, but I had little time to before there was another buzz. This time, it was from the hookup app... and it was Karl again, or at least his username.

"You did so great last night we want you back again tonight. Can you be here by 7pm sharp?"

Holy shit! So he wanted to get sucked off by his new stranger buddy *before* having dinner with me?

Immediately I began to grin as I realized that would mean 2 out of the 3 of us would know what had happened.

I arrived at 6:59 and knocked quietly on the door, then pushed it open, just like last time. The apartment smelled absolutely amazing, with the lasagna clearly still cooking, but nearing completion.

He was once again strapped to the bed, his cock already hard and eager, but McKayla was now sitting on the bed next to him and also completely naked. She shush me quietly and beckoned me forward.

I knelt down between Karl's legs again and got to work. It took even less time this time before he was grunting and nearing an orgasm, but suddenly McKayla stood up on the bed, straddled his face, and sat down. She smeared her pussy into his mouth with what almost looked like a punishing amount of force, but it was enough to send him clear over the edge. I gulped and sucked it all down once again, then sat up to watch as McKayla ground herself into Karl's face long enough to work up an orgasm. As she came, she squirted all over him, hitting and soaking his chest and shoulders. He lapped it up groaning and moaning the whole time.

Finally it was over, and she slid off him and stood up shakily, pointing to the door. I left the room and went to the bathroom, checking my face and beard to make sure I hadn't left behind any evidence. In the clear, I left the bathroom and saw McKayla at the front door. She opened it, waited a second, then closed it, winking at me as she did.

She then rushed off to the bedroom, closed the door, and I was left alone in their apartment.

After a minute or two she came back out, waited for perhaps another minute, then knocked on the door. She opened and closed it again, turning to me and exclaiming, "Sam! How wonderful to see you again. It's been a long time!"

I had to chuckle at her inventiveness. Speaking up, I thanked her for letting me in, and she guided me towards their living room.

Within a few minutes, nowhere near enough time to take a shower, Karl came out rubbing his hair with a towel.

"Sorry, you caught me just as I was getting out of the shower," he said nonchalantly.

McKayla and I exchanged a knowing glance and she grinned on her way to take the lasagna out of the oven. She was now dressed in a simple black dress that fit her form beautifully, but didn't quite cover everything effectively. At best, it came down to her upper thigh, so when she bent over to pull out the lasagna, I got a clear look at everything, and she was clearly still soaked from squirting.

Karl wasn't able to see her from where he stood, so he didn't get to watch as she turned to lock eyes with me, then slid a finger into her pussy, then up to her mouth to suck dramatically. My cock stiffened in my pants though, and I had to cross my legs to keep from making it obvious. This elicited a laugh from McKayla as she returned with the lasagna and placed it on the dark oak wood table, sitting down at the head, while Karl and I sat on opposite sides in front of her, along the long edge of the table.

The food was delicious, and I wasn't quiet about it either. The two of them beamed with delight, thanking me and high-fiving each other. I'd never seen my boss so happy, which made this new dynamic all the more interesting when McKayla leaned forward at the table and placed her hand straight onto my crotch. She squeezed slightly and looked me dead in the eye.

"So Sam, I hear you're in for a promotion," she said as she gripped my cock through my thin shorts.

I gulped and glanced over at Karl and noticed his eyes were locked onto his wife intently, his cheeks reddening.

"Y-yea -- yes, I am, and I'd love to hear more about the expectations, if now's a good time," I replied as smoothly as one could in the moment.

Karl cleared his throat loudly and turned to look at me, and I heard a quiet jingling sound, recalling that McKayla had a trio of metal bangles on her right wrist. Was she...?

"Ok, um, yeah... so your new position," Karl began. The explanation was rather brief, but overall it sounded like a good fit for me by any metric. What became more interesting as the discussion went on, however, was Karl's face. The jingling had gotten louder, and Karl's eyes began to dart from me to somewhere on the ceiling behind me, then to his wife, and I noticed a drop of perspiration on his brow.

Meanwhile, McKayla was slowly rubbing my cock through my shorts, taking her time to slowly squeeze it and slide her hand from tip to base.

I waited a few moments more, then continued the conversation. "So about my pay raise," I began, "I was hoping for a 10% raise above what I pulled in last year?"

I should have gone higher, and McKayla's glance confirmed it, but Karl, now nearly purple, nodded and managed to squeak out "y-yes approve."

McKayla's hand vanished, and I watched Karl's eyes as they strained, then there was an audible release, and I very much heard the squirt as he sprayed the underside of the table, and presumably McKayla's other hand, with cum.

Deflating in more ways than one, Karl leaned back and melted into his chair, picking up a glass of water to take a shaky sip.

I felt a light tap on my knee, and reached my hand down under the table. I felt McKayla reach for my hand, and she smothered some of Karl's cum on the ends of my index and middle finger, then stood and politely excused herself as she wrapped her hand in the hem of her dress in a feeble attempt to "hide" what it was.

Pretending to completely miss that Karl had just blown his second load for the night, I brought the cum to my lips and sucked them clean. As I pulled my fingers from my mouth, I caught Karl watching me, so I deflected as best I could; "That lasagna was amazing. Is there more?"

"Bring me your plate," shouted McKayla from the kitchen.

I stood and obliged, coming around the table to head towards the kitchen. As I did, I saw Karl's pants were clearly still down, his limp cock resting against his thigh, but again completely ignored it. I stepped into the kitchen to see McKayla bent over washing some dishes. Her skirt was once again doing a terrible job of covering anything, so I placed my hand on her ass cheek and passed her the bowl with the other.

"You know, perhaps I am done eating lasagna," I said quietly.

McKayla giggled and playfully hit me with a wet dish towel a couple times. The last time, she let go, and it plopped to the floor.

"Oops, would you be a dear and pick that up for me," she asked with a dramatic pout.

I crouched down and picked up the dish towel, then lifted my head just in time to catch her pussy full in the face as she pushed it back onto me. She wiggled it a couple of times, and I relished the feeling, smell, and taste of her, but she stood up and turned around soon thereafter.

"Perhaps we can do more of that soon, but for now, you only get a taste," she said with a wink.

I pouted dramatically, which made her laugh, then we headed back out past the dining room to the living room, where Karl was now lounging on the couch, his pants zipped and looking proper once more.

"You have a wonderful home here, Karl," I said, eliciting a startled jump from the man.

"Thanks," he blurted out a little loudly, "it's a great place to unwind after a hard day at the office, and the company is unmatched." He turned to his wife and beamed, "Dinner was fantastic, honey. You truly outdid yourself!"

"You're very welcome darling," McKayla smiled, "I was just telling Sam here we should have him come back and try some of my pie next time."

Karl sputtered for a half second then nodded, "y-yeah sure, her pie is, uh, its really great!"

McKayla beamed at her husband. "Well great! How about Thursday?"

I nodded and fought back the mental imagery and lingering smell of her on my lip that made my cock hard just trying *not* to think about it.

"Should I bring anything," I asked instead.

"I think we're in pretty good shape already," said Karl as he shook my hand. "See you tomorrow in the office!"

We parted ways and I found myself jerking off to the thought of McKayla's pussy and ass ramming into my face repeatedly.

Before I could get to sleep, there was another ping via the hookup app. It was my boss again, this time wanting to meet early in the morning.

I agreed readily, then went to bed eager, sleeping like complete shit.

I rose early, showered, then raced back over to their place. The door was once again unlocked, so I stepped in and made my way to the bedroom, once again finding Karl tied to the bed, cock swaying upright.

I wasted no time and slid onto the bed between his legs, mouth open, and slid his cock down my throat in one smooth motion. Grabbing hold of the base of the shaft with one hand, and his balls with the other, I brought him close to the edge once, then relaxed, edged him again, and then checked the clock. SHIT! It was very nearly 8am by now, and we were both late. Working quickly, I brought him to the edge again, then pulled my head away, jerking his cock as he emptied his balls, launching a jet of cum straight into the air that landed on the top of my head and down my back before I could get it back in my mouth to finish.

Cursing silently, knowing I didn't have another shirt to wear, I figured I'd have to stop somewhere on the way to work as I stood up, cleaned up a bit, then took off. I did notice there was no McKayla this morning, which was curious, but didn't have time or the inclination to ask.

I managed to find another shirt at a store near the office and bought it without hesitation, slipping it on and tossing my other shirt in the back seat of my car.

By the time I got into the office, Karl was still not there, so I breathed a sigh of relief and set about my tasks for the day.

Roughly an hour later, Karl came wandering in with a box of donuts. He laid them down on the front desk and opened the box, grabbed a jelly donut, and headed back to his office whistling and smiling.

I grinned secretly, knowing why he was so happy, and subconsciously touched the top of my head, only then noticing I still had a now-dry streak of cum that ran from the crown of my head down the back. I dipped off to the bathroom and wetted some paper towels, dabbing at the back of my head and scraping the dry cum off as best I could.

Suddenly the door opened, and Karl came in, still beaming. "Mornin, Sam," he said, as he headed to the urinal, "have you had any donuts yet?"

"N-no, sorry, just trying to.. Uh.. get something out of my hair. I think I, uh, walked under something on the way in," I stammered awkwardly.