Just a reminder that this story contains graphic sex between dominant and submissive categories, although the sex is not completely gay in nature, and there is a degree of humiliation involved. At this point, reading the previous installments would seem to be helpful in understanding the story.
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Paul Lombardo felt empty as he packed up his briefcase before leaving work. This was the first day of the week that he hadn't spent on his knees in Mr. Johnson's office, and for some reason, he missed it. The degradation, the submission and most of all Rawle Johnson's cock.
How could this have happened? One day he was a happily married man with a nice home in the suburbs, with a loving wife and dreams of a family in the not-too distant future. Then he gets caught in a little harmless surfing on the Net, merely satisfying his curiosity, and it all gets turned upside down. All because of Rawle Johnson.
Paul grabbed the report he had been directed to finish by his boss before quitting time, and after setting it on Mr. Johnson's desk his nostrils caught the faint scent of the body oil that his boss used. It was some kind of very subtle coconut and vanilla aroma, and even though Mr. Johnson had been out of the office since noon the scent still lingered.
His boss said that he might not get back to the office that night but told Paul he should leave it on the desk because he would be in Saturday regardless so Paul did what he was told. He even lingered a little bit after 4 just in case Mr. Johnson came back, but Paul finally gave up and went home.
Diane had beaten Paul home, and after filling each other in on the news of the day, Paul asked Diane if she wanted to go out for dinner rather than slave in the kitchen.
"Actually babe, it's so hot out, I'd rather just sit by the pool and maybe cook some burgers," Diane suggested.
"Works for me," Paul said. "Suits or no suits?"
"Paul - we're going to be cooking and eating," Diane said with a laugh, and so Paul went to get his swimming trunks on.
With a 8' privacy fence on one side, a vacant lot on the other side at least for the present, and woodlands to the rear, their house was so secluded that they occasionally went skinny dipping, but usually only after dark.
"Ooh! That's almost as good as naked," Paul said when he saw the blue bikini that his wife had put on.
The top was made to look like a couple of clam-shells, and as he looked Diane over, with her plump little butt, skinny yet shapely legs and a perfectly flat stomach, he had to admit that while she might not be voluptuous, Diane had a body that not many 38 year old women possessed.
They floated in the pool together, with their backs against the back of the pool wall, and as Paul looked over the house and surroundings, he had to admit that he had it made. They had obtained the house just after the real estate prices plummeted, which was the only way they could afford something like it.
"Hear that?"
"What?" Paul asked, startled out of his daydream.
"The doorbell, dummy," Diane said.
"Shit. Choose you for it," he announced, resorting to their favorite way of deciding who would get stuck doing something that neither one of them wanted to do.
"Odds!" Diane yelped, and then slapped the water when she saw they had both thrown out two fingers. "I always lose!"
"Hurry back," Paul said. "Whatever they're selling we don't want it."
Diane nodded and threw on her terrycloth robe before scurrying to answer the bell, brushing her short blonde hair back as she reached the door.
"Yes?" Diane said as she looked up at the distinguished looking African-American man on the porch, dressed in a sharp looking cream colored suit with a pink shirt, and Diane braced herself for what she expected to be a sales pitch on some religion of sorts.
"Mrs. Lombardo?" the man said, his voice sounding like Barry White as he looked down at the woman who was more than a foot shorter than he.
"Yes"
"Please forgive the intrusion," Rawle Johnson said as he extended his hand. "I'm Rawle Johnson. I work with your husband."
"Oh! Mr. Johnson," she said, extending her hand and watching it disappear in the massive ebony hand with the immaculately manicured nails. "Please come in."
"Hope I'm not interrupting dinner," Rawle said as he stepped inside. "I don't make a habit of such things, but your husband did a report for me and must have left out a page of it. I was hoping that he had it with him because it wasn't at his desk."
"No, we haven't eaten yet, Mr. Johnson," Diane said. "Paul's out back. Follow me."
Paul Lombardo did a double take when he saw Diane slide the screen-door open with his boss right behind him, towering over the petite blonde with an arrogant grin than Diane couldn't see.
"Mr. - Mr. Johnson," Paul stammered while wading over to the ladder while his wife led his boss over to him.
"Nice set up you've got here," Rawle Johnson said, smiling as his subordinate grabbed a towel to dry himself off with.
"Diane - um - this is..."
"We've already introduced ourselves," Mr. Johnson said, smiling that dazzling smile toward Diane while watching Paul fumble with the towel. "Although you really should get another picture for your desk, because the one you have doesn't do justice to this lovely woman."
Paul smiled while watching Diane blush, her hands gripping the terrycloth robe tightly, and he knew that after only being around Rawle Johnson for a minute, she was already captivated by him. What did he have? Charisma wasn't enough to describe the hold he had over people, and Paul had seen it in action at the office with vendors and competitors. Now he was working on Diane., as she seemed to be falling for it hook line and sinker.
Then again, Paul thought as he watched the two of them chat while he dried off, hadn't it been the same with him. He had never visited those websites before - not until Rawle Johnson took over the local office. Oh, he had been curious, but now that curiosity had become an obsession.
"Like I was telling your lovely wife, I got the report but you left out the summary page," Mr. Johnson said. "I was hoping you had brought it home by mistake."
"I did?" Paul said, and was about to say that he was certain he had given him everything, but he didn't want to make a scene so he simply said, "I'll go in and check."
"Excuse us," Paul heard Mr. Johnson say from behind him, and was immediately aware that his boss was following him down the hall and into his bedroom where he had left his briefcase.
"I'm sure that I gave you the entire thing Mr. Johnson," Paul said as he opened his briefcase.
"Calm down, Lombardo," Rawle Johnson said as he walked over to the window and peeked through the curtains out to the pool area. "The report is fine. Matter-of-fact, your work is the only thing that saves you in a way, no matter how good a cocksucker you are."
"And speaking of that."
Paul looked up from the briefcase and saw Mr. Johnson standing there with his cock hanging out of the fly of her slacks, the limp black hose standing out starkly against the cream colored slacks.
