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Authors name: Jake (address withheld by request)
Story title : Patricia's Fall
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Patricia's Fall (M+/F, wife, intr, nc?)
By Jake (address withheld by request)
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I married my second wife, Patricia when I was 35 and she
was 32 years old. After 2 years as a single guy, I was
ready to settle down. I went into this marriage with my
eyes wide open, I knew Patricia had some problems. She
drank way too much; we had a couple Bombay Gin cocktails
before dinner each night, and always had a bottle of
wine with our dinner. On more than one occasion,
Patricia didn't stop drinking into the evening and
eventually passed out.
Another problem was her conservative political views. In
short she was a racist. And used the "N-word" quite
often. She hated welfare, and projects, and all liberal
type government programs. All in all, there were many
warning signs that I chose to ignore.
The reason why I could overlook these glaring faults was
that Patricia was obsessed with oral sex. Every evening
when I got home from work, she greeted me at the door,
took my briefcase, got down on her knees, undid my pants
and gave me a terrific blowjob. I woke most mornings to
find my dick in Patricia's mouth. Some mornings it was
all I could do not to piss in her mouth while she was
sucking away.
We never had sex without a preliminary blowjob. She blew
me in the car driving down the freeway, in a club or two
in the privacy of our corner booth, at parties where we
might easily have been caught, and really almost
anywhere you can imagine, including on a 747 flying to
Hawaii.
The best part about a blowjob from Patricia was her
technique. It is hard to describe, but what she would
basically do was have you deep in her throat, and
massage you with muscles that you never knew a mouth and
throat had. The best part however was that once you
came, she didn't stop. She could keep going and actually
make you come twice.
Anyway, now that you know why I married her, on with my
story.
We lived in the house she had owned before we'd met high
in the Oakland Hills in Northern California. To my
knowledge she had had a short unsuccessful marriage at a
young age, but had been single for more than 12 years
when we married. She always refused to talk about her
first marriage, and would only say it was a short-lived
mistake when she was very young. I accepted that, why
not?
Well, anyway, one Tuesday night, right after dinner, our
doorbell rang. I answered to find a Black cop standing
there, and he asked if Patricia was home. She came to
the door in a panic, saying, "William, what are you
doing here, what do you want?"
He said that as a favor, he wanted to let her know that
Pam had been arrested again for prostitution, and he
thought she should know. He also said that Ronda was
also hooking on MacArthur Blvd. As confused as I was, I
didn't say anything, feeling that Patricia would tell me
what this was all about later.
That night with lots of drinks under her belt and
copious tears, Patricia confessed to me that she had two
daughters, one 16 and one 15. The story went; a football
player had raped her in High School, and then her own
strict Italian parents had abandoned her when she ended
up pregnant. She said the boy's mother took her in with
intentions of raising the baby. She said before the baby
was born she married the guy, but only so the baby
wouldn't be a bastard, she never intended to be really
married. After the baby was born, this guy raped her
again, and she got pregnant by him again. The kicker was
that he was a black guy.
I asked her if she hated blacks so much, why live with
his mother. Her answer was that she'd had no choice. I
asked where this guy was, and she said he died from a
drug overdose years ago. It later came out that she had
run off with the two girls, and tried to raise them on
her own. But as they got older they were always getting
in trouble and eventually were moved to foster care. She
then said something I found horrible, "I know they're
just a couple of niggers, but they're my niggers."
So here I was newly married, and forced to believe that
my pretty bigoted wife had been raped twice, been made
pregnant twice, and had been forced into a tragic life.
She refused to go see her girls, and told me I would
never meet them. That part of her life was long over.
The only reason the cop, William had come to tell her
about them was because he knew her from many police
contacts with the girls in the past.
She asked me to forget this had ever happened, and if
possible, she raised the volume and intensity of the
blowjobs I got. However, I couldn't get her past out of
my mind, and kept asking questions all the time.
At this point, the drinking got a lot worse. Patricia
would drink almost every night to the point of passing
out. I took advantage of this to start my own detective
work, by searching the house and going through her
things. I found lots of pictures of her with the two
kids at various young ages. Also there were pictures of
a young beautiful Patricia, with about 3 other white
girls dressed in cheerleader uniforms, and as many as 12
black guys in football uniforms.
There were other pictures, pictures of Patricia, naked
or in cheap sexy clothes, (hooker clothes) also with
various black guys. I found a small newspaper clipping
about this guy, (same last name as hers) who'd died in a
gang shoot out. In the background story it called him
one of the richest most flamboyant pimps in Oakland.
This article was 8 years old.
I also found the court papers showing that the kids were
removed from her care due to her being ruled as an unfit
mother. Court documents called her an alcoholic, a drug
user, and a prostitute. All in all, I soon discovered
that the woman I'd married, had a secret life that I'd
never even dreamed of. This pretty dark headed Italian
girl, standing 5'4", with a great tight body, 34C boobs,
perfect teeth, and large passionate brown eyes, had once
been nothing more than an Oakland street hooker, the
very thing her daughters had now become.
I gathered all my evidence together, and that Sunday
morning, I laid it all out, and told her I wanted the
truth, or I would be gone that day.
After she accused me of spying, and after lots of anger
and tears, I held my ground, and she agreed to tell me
the whole story. It turns out that during High School
she was a cheerleader. On a dare from a girlfriend, she
went on a date with one of the black football players.
She said that they ended up having sex that night, and
while it technically wasn't rape, he'd kind of forced
her into going further than she'd wanted to.
This guy dated her for a while, and she became pregnant
by him. Her parents did disown her, she did marry him
and move into his Mother's house, but no rape was
involved. Also she did have the second child about 14
months after the first.
This guy she married, was in a gang, which was involved
in drugs and other street crimes. Once they moved out of
his mother's house, they lived in a "project" area with
many of his gang members. Money was always there, she
said, but never enough, and he never let her do anything
without his permission.
As he got older, he got into pimping, and had a stable
of girls, and other pimps under him. They bought a house
and cars, and had all the money they needed, but she was
still treated like a prisoner and his personal slave.
She was forced to share their bed with some of the girls
that worked for him. They were all into cocaine, and it
was a crazy lifestyle.
Eventually he turned her out as a high price call girl,
but would also force her to work the street if he felt
like it. She was given as a "gift" to some of his
friends, and was constantly passed around as a sex
slave. Patricia's specialty was gangbangs, and she
claimed that she'd been with as many as 12 guys at one
time. That was when she became an expert in oral sex. It
was always safer to blow a guy than fuck him and she'd
learned to do it so well that many times it was enough
for her customers.
When her husband was killed, she knew that the house and
cars would go to his mother, as her name wasn't on any
of the papers. She also knew that she would just be
passed on to some other guys stable of girls, and that
her life would continue to go downhill.
That night she stole two strongboxes containing about
$50.000 each, took her girls and left town. Patricia
claimed that she'd cleaned up her act, got a degree, and
trained on computers. She moved back to Oakland, bought
this house, (far away from where she'd lived before) and
brought up her daughters.
Patricia told me that she hadn't used drugs since she'd
run away from her prior life, and had really tried to
bring up her daughters in a good way. She admitted that
the problem was that they both looked black to her, and
she hated blacks. Even though she tried to hide it,
every time she looked at them it sickened her, reminding
her of her old life.
She admitted that she called them niggers to their faces
when she was mad at them, and that she was a terrible
mother. The girls were always running away and in
trouble, and she had beaten them a number of times to
the point of abuse. When the courts removed them from
her home she was relieved.
Since we were into this total honesty mode, Patricia
admitted that even though she loved me, she could never
have a "real" orgasm with me since she was so stretched
out, and my thin white dick was normal size. The reason
she was so into blowjobs with me, was because she knew
that she could get me off, and that she really didn't
feel anything when we fucked. I asked if she ever had
orgasms, and she said only when she masturbated with a
12-inch vibrator that she uses. I asked to see the
vibrator, and was not really surprised when I saw that
it was black.
The next question I had was whether or not she missed
being with black guys. She said no, that they repulsed
her. I then asked, when she did herself with the
vibrator, and did have an orgasm what did she fantasize
about? She said she imagined herself being fucked by
black men. She said the problem was that while she hated
them, no white guy had ever gotten her off, so she could
only relate to black sex.
I asked her, "So where do you want us to go from here?"
She just said, "Nowhere." She would continue to be
totally in love and devoted to me, she'd blow me 10
times a day if I wanted, she'd stop drinking if I
wanted, she'd do anything to make our marriage work. As
far a normal sex was concerned however, she would not
fake it anymore, she felt nothing when we fucked.
I didn't want a marriage that was all one sided. Even
though the blowjobs were the best, I felt all this guilt
that the only time she ever got off was with some
battery-operated devise. Also, I had this picture in my
head of Patricia with a group of black men, and every
time I thought about it, I got really turned on by the
image.
I know this will sound bizarre, but I told Patricia that
I would stay and work on the marriage, but she had to
let me watch her fuck a black man. I told her I didn't
want to think I was married to a woman that was always
unsatisfied. I told her that part of the drinking
problem was because she was always horny. And besides I
think I'd always had a fantasy about seeing my wife with
another guy, watching them do it.
It took a few weeks of discussion, but Patricia finally
agreed, and said that she'd set up a sexual encounter
with a black guy, and let me watch. The guy turned out
to be William, the cop. He'd been with her before, and
agreed to come over when she told him that she was horny
for him. She left the ground floor bedroom curtains
opened, and I was stationed just outside.
William came over around 11 p.m., poured himself a
Bombay gin on the rocks, and took Patricia to the
bedroom. Not a lot of talking, as they both got
undressed, and started deep kissing. I watched in
amazement as his dick grew to about 9 or 10 inches long.
It made my 6-1/2 inch boner look like a boy's by
comparison.
Patricia gave him one of her patented blowjobs, then got
him hard again, and climbed on board for a ride. I've
seen people fuck before, I'd seen Patricia fuck me many
times, but now she was like a wild animal. She screamed,
and clawed. I could hear her through the window yelling
things like, "Give me that black prick, fill me, do it
to me, fuck me!" It was wild. At some point she screamed
out, "Fuck me you god damn Nigger, FUCK ME!"
With that William reared back and slapped her hard
across her mouth. I though her teeth would fly out. But
she just moaned and came as he hit her again.
When he finally pulled out, he said something to her,
and she was soon licking and cleaning his dick and
balls. She went on to french his asshole, like a cat
cleaning itself. William acted very rough with her,
pushed her around, had her go get him another drink.
Fucked her mouth again, by holding the back of her head
and force fucking her mouth.
When he left, I went in. Patricia's nipples were as hard
as rocks. The heat coming from her cunt could be felt.
She was totally satisfied. As she gave me my blowjob,
she kept her eyes shut, and when it was over, and she
opened them she had a distant look.
*
The next day we talked. Patricia said she would do this
again if that was what I wanted, or things could go back
to the way they had been.
I said, "How do you expect to go back, when I've seen
how you get when you're fucking a black man?"
She said, "You're in charge, it's your decision," she'd
go along with whatever I wanted because she loved me. I
asked her if she missed the gangbangs that she used to
have. She said she didn't miss anything, but that
gangbangs had really turned her on in the old days.
I said, "Okay then, set it up, I want to watch."
This time I was to be home, and be one of those husbands
that filmed and watched as his wife fucked other guys.
William showed up with 4 other cops, and 3 other
buddies. These were all blue-collar looking guys; all
big enough to have been ex-athletes, and all seemed like
all right guys. They told me that I could film, but had
to give them all the copies, and there could be no
commercial use. The cops made it clear that I'd be in
big trouble if I violated this agreement.
And so it started. With out any sort of foreplay, guys
threw off their clothes and went at it. At any given
time, Patricia had a dick in her mouth, her cunt, and
her ass. She screamed, and I could tell she was in
constant orgasm.. It went on and on.
Every so often she'd call one of the guys a nigger,
knowing that he'd slap her or hit her, but this just
seemed to get her off even more. The session ended hours
later with Patricia licking each guy clean, and thanking
him for taking care of her.
One guy announced he had to piss, and for her to take
care of it. I watched as she aimed his dick into the
toilet as he pissed, when he was done she used her
tongue to clean off the last few drops, put the entire
dick in her mouth, and continued to clean it off
eagerly. Another guy called her over, and said open your
mouth bitch, and spat a big wad of flem into her mouth,
which she then swallowed. Each humiliation seemed to
turn her on.
As you can probably predict, this was just the
beginning. Gangbangs were set up on a weekly basis.
Sometimes as many as 16 guys showed up, sometimes they
were the same faces, sometimes new guys, every once in a
while some young teenager, in gang colors would become
part of the group.
By this time I'd stopped filming and just watched each
session. One night Patricia didn't come home. She showed
up the next day wearing only a ripped T-shirt. She told
me that some of the younger guys wanted to share her
with their friends in the city. That night she was gone
again. Blowjobs for me had now stopped. Patricia was a
total slut for her legion of black men now.
I've moved out, and have filed for divorce. Patricia
doesn't seem to care, as she hasn't shown up for any of
the court dates. I am ready to move on, but the one last
thing I did, was cruse down MacArthur Blvd. It took a
few trips, but eventually I found both of her daughters
working the streets.
Pam gave me a blowjob in my car for $20.00, and I took
Ronda back to a cheap motel and fucked her for an hour
at $50.00. I'm not sure why I did that, but at the time
it seemed to make sense. Oh well, life goes on.
THE END
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