Sam Adams was one of the riches men in the South during the eighteen forties. His plantation wasn't nearly as large as others scattered up the banks of the Mississippi River. His home was larger and nicer than most but he only had a few hundred acres of land. While the other planters worried about the crops and keeping good slaves happy he only had enough planted to feed his own people. He made his money buying and selling slaves.
Most of the plantation owners looked down their noses at him and the way he made his money. At the same time it was Sam they went too when they needed slaves. He had come up with a way to turn over his money quicker than just buying and selling. He bred slaves. He purchased all young black women and he kept a black stud to breed them with. Once they had a child he could sell both the mother and child for a premium. He seldom kept a stud more than a year before he changed to a younger one that could last longer. It might seem like a nice life for a black slave to be the plantation stud, but he soon burned out trying to breed more than a hundred women each year. Plus other owners often brought their female slaves to be bred to him.
Sam was forty-five years old and never been married. He was a handsome man that had his share of other men's wives. Why some husband hadn't already killed him was a miracle. He also had all the black pussy he wanted. He had a keen eye when it came to picking the most productive women from among the slaves. He liked them young and at eighteen they were at the perfect childbearing age. Seeing a pregnant woman at work meant it wouldn't be long before he would have another one to sale.
He made a trip to New Orleans at least once a month to see what was for sale at the slave auctions. He took this time to party with the rich of New Orleans. It was at one of the parties that he found what he had been looking for. She was young, eighteen, a small girl with silky blond hair and a perfect figure. He could tell that she would be the type that would always keep her looks. And most of all she must be a virgin since she was so young.
Her father was once very rich but time and whiskey had taken it all away from him. He knew that the only way back for him was for Molly to marry a wealthy plantation owner. He knew that he would have to find someone quick or it would be too late to help him.
Molly was young but she understood that she must marry someone for his or her money. It was just the way things were done during that time. She only hoped that her father would find some one that wasn't old and ugly.
No one understood this better than Sam. One look at Molly and he searched out her father. Sam pulled him over to the side of the party and offered him a deal. "I want your daughter for my wife."
"My daughter is not for sale."
"Look, we both know why you have her here tonight. Now I will give you more than any one else."
"How much?"
Sam knew he had her then. "I will pay off the loan on your house and give you an income each year that will pay your expenses."
"I will have to talk to Molly first."
"The offer is only good for tonight. I leave for home tomorrow and she will be with me. We can get a justice of the peace to marry us before we leave. You have one hour to make your decision." He turned and walked away from the father. He knew that Molly would be leaving with him the next morning.
Molly was shocked when her father told her that he had an offer he couldn't refuse. Being only eighteen she had not thought it would happen so soon. "Who is it?"
Her father pointed Sam out to her across the room. At least he wasn't as old as some of them and he was quite handsome. She stared across at Sam and he raised his drink glass as thought to toast the deal.
Her father came back over to see Sam. He tried to get him to raise his offer but Sam refused. He knew that no one else could beat his offer. "Have her down here and ready to catch the steam boat at seven tomorrow. I will have the papers ready to sign then."
At seven Molly was waiting for him in front of the hotel. The luggage she had wasn't very big, as times were really bad then. Sam had the papers ready for her father and a justice of peace that he had bribed to marry them.
Just that quick they were married and on their way to the boat. Sam and Molly hadn't spoken a work to each other except for the marriage vows. The vows really meant nothing since Sam could divorce her anytime he wanted.
The trip back up the river took most of the morning. Molly stood by the rail and watched as New Orleans and her old life slowly passed into the distance. She only hoped that the man that was now her husband would not beat her like some husbands did their wives.
As the boat docked Sam lead her by the hand off the boat and over to a seat next to the dock. "Wait here while I take care of business."
She watched as Sam met the captain and they went back aboard the boat only to appear a moment later. Behind them were several slaves still tied together. She counted them and saw that there were eight young women and no men. She thought that was strange since most owners wanted strong males to work in the fields.
Sam had them loaded in a wagon that was waiting and then came for Molly. He helped her in his carriage, pulled by two of the nicest horses Molly had ever seen.
The first glimpse of the house that was to be her home was just as shocking. She had never dreamed of living in such splendor. The insides were even more splendid. Sam had the maid take her to the master suit.
Molly stood transfixed by the huge bed she would be sharing with her husband later.
Later came sooner than she expected. She had barely unpacked when Sam entered the room without knocking. "Don't you knock before entering?"
"Let's get one thing straight now. This is my house and I don't knock before entering any room. You are my wife and you will have everything you need. All you have to do is see that the house is kept clean, food on the table, and fill my bed when I want you."
Molly was shocked that he was so plain spoken. Even as young as she was she knew that she wasn't much different from the other slaves he had. She was just going to be treated better. She was already missing her friend's back home. She had not had time to even tell Shun bye. He was her cousin and a couple of years older than she was but they had always been close. She was going to miss him more than she knew.
The slaves brought dinner to them in the huge dinning room. Sam told them she was his wife and that they were to do as she told them. They just nodded as they left the two of them alone.
Sam finished first and pushed back his chair and lit up his pipe. "I will tell you about this place. We don't raise crops here. We raise slaves." He told her about the women and children they had. He told her about the stud that he kept to breed the women with. What he said made her sick to her stomach. She had always felt sorry for the slaves she saw unloaded in New Orleans. She was almost glad when he finished. Until he told her to go up to bed and he would be along shortly.
Molly knew that the time had come. She had known for several years that she would one day be married and it was possible that it could be someone she couldn't stand. She only hoped that Sam wasn't rough with her. She undressed and got under the covers. She didn't know if she should wear a nightdress or just go to bed nude. She thought Sam would want her naked as she slid between the cool sheets. Her nipples hardened from the anticipation and the touch of the cool sheets on her body.
Sam finished up down stairs and came to the room. Again he didn't knock. The lamp in his hands cast a dim light around the room. He could see Molly in the bed, her blond hair spread on the pillow. Her bight blue eyes were watching every move he made. She didn't want to make him mad.
Sam left the light on. He wanted to see what he was getting for his money. He pulled the cover back and looked at her naked body stretched out before him. He had often thought about marring such a young girl. He wanted a virgin that no one else had ever touched. Like most men in those days he required his wife to be faithful while he went about fucking the slave women.
He stripped and stood before her naked. His cock was hard and standing firm. Even at his age he was in excellent shape. He often got to fuck other men's wives because he had not let his body go to fat as many husbands had.
Molly could not stop her eyes from dropping down to his cock. She had only seen one other one and it wasn't nearly as large as Sam's. He could see the fear in her eyes as she saw him. It was what he wanted, an untouched girl that he could bend to his own ways.
Now Sam wasn't one to take a lot of time but he didn't want to rush Molly. He knew enough to know that a virgin needed more time than an experienced woman did.
He lay down next to her. He pulled her closer and for the first time they kissed. Molly was reluctant to kiss him at first, but his mouth was incessant as he pressured her to open her mouth. She finally relented and his tongue pushed through to explore her young mouth.
His hands were busy feeling her firm naked breasts. He didn't spend much time on them before his hand went between her legs to the opening to her body. She was still quite dry but his experienced fingers soon remedied that. His mouth had left her mouth to suck on her young breasts. He swapped from one to another as he pulled the nipple of each with his lips.
The combination of his fingers and mouth soon had her wet between her legs. She wasn't completely ready but that didn't bother Sam. He rolled over and roughly pushed her legs apart. He rolled between them and centered his cock with her opening and pushed. At first it wouldn't go and he pushed again. The head slid through the opening and he pushed farther. He expected to hit her hymen and he was going to push on through. She would be a virgin no longer.
Lucky for Molly that she was at least a little wet or he would have hurt her. There wasn't any love to it and very little foreplay to prepare her for his huge size. The touch of his cock helped her get ready for his deeper push. She opened as wide as she could to easy the pain from his intrusion. Still he pushed farther.
