In the rural area that Gracie grew up in, the wealthiest farmer was Solomon. Solomon had married his childhood sweetheart named Agnes. In one of life’s ironies, the couple were unable to have children. After several miscarriages, the doctors finally told Agnes that she would never be able to conceive a child. Solomon was dead-set against adoption and he and Agnes decided, that their successful farm would therefore be bequeathed to a favourite nephew.

Although Solomon was not happy about these circumstances, given their situation, he was powerless. To add to the couple’s woes, at the age of forty-three, Agnes developed a severe form of ovarian cancer. The outcome of this dilemma was short-lived and within three months, she died. Solomon was heartbroken, and for the following year mourned her passing.

Once his life slowly got back to normal, if such a thing is possible, Solomon began to ruminate on the fact that as a man in his mid-forties, his life was not over yet. He also began to contemplate, that if he were to marry again, children were not out of the picture. The obvious logic as far as this was concerned was that any possible union would have to be with a woman far younger than him. Solomon had no perverted notions about taking a young woman as his wife, much as that would not be problematic for him, but the idea of fathering a family and the companionship of a female began to make great sense to him.

Being as well off as he was, he naturally had a great deal to offer. The only downside was that at the age of forty-five, he had gone to seed. Solomon was large and hefty, and enticing a young woman might prove to be difficult. This, however, did not mean that he was reluctant to try.

The other motivation for Solomon was that although he had loved his wife, their interactions in the bedroom had never been as enjoyable as he would have liked. Agnes was a cold fish because of an over-religious upbringing.  Whenever Solomon tried to spice this up a little, derisory rejection met his advances. Any form of fellatio or cunnilingus was simply taboo and spanking or vigorous fingering was not even negotiable.  The thought of having spontaneous sex outside of their bedroom, Agnes deemed too lurid. In fairness to Agnes, she never denied his advances in bed, as long as it was ‘normal,’ missionary, as God had intended.  

Solomon now began his ‘selection’ process. The more he contemplated his options, the more he began to focus on Gracie. Doug, her dad, got employed as a supervisor on the neighbouring farm. Much as Gracie intrigued Solomon, however, he held little hope that the beautiful eighteen-year-old girl would be interested in him, but he was determined to try.

One Saturday, when Solomon was in town, he bumped into Doug. After they exchanged pleasantries, Solomon invited Doug for a drink. 

As they chatted, Solomon confessed to Doug that he was considering remarrying. Everyone knew Solomon’s history, and therefore, there was no need for too much elaboration. Very delicately, Solomon began to allude to the premise that ‘someone’ like Gracie would be perfect as a wife.

Solomon was overjoyed as he saw Doug’s eyes light up. After all, any person with half a brain would recognize that marriage to Solomon would be like a female falling with her arse in the butter.

Solomon did not overemphasize his interest in Gracie but could see from Doug’s enthusiasm that a seed had got comprehensively sown.

Solomon drove back to his farm uncomfortably, with the stiffest boner he could remember as he thought about fucking Gracie. This time in his life, he would mould his wife to suit his predilections. Unlike with Agnes, from the get-go, he would make sure that his needs got comprehensively met.

Of course, Solomon, despite his wealth, knew there was a long road ahead, but he had a strange feeling that he would be successful.

Unbeknownst to Solomon, in Doug’s home, Doug and Sheryl, his wife, went into overdrive as they began coercing Gracie, into becoming Solomon’s next bride.

As suspected, Gracie was not happy with the developments. The possible union, to an old, bulky, and large ogre, was sullying her dream of marrying a prince charming. Much as Gracie understood the financial implications, the thought of Solomon’s huge, sweaty body humping her, was not what her future dreams entailed.  

Doug and Sheryl, however, were relentless and eventually browbeat her into submission. As the time flew by the inevitable became a reality, and Gracie knew that her future was a foregone conclusion. Gracie was also astute enough to realize that her prospects were underwhelming. She was not college material and was destined for some or other menial job.

On her wedding day, Gracie went into an unhappy trance, like a prisoner who had just received a life sentence. The entire reception was like a miasma of gloom. Solomon was the life and soul of the party and danced with everyone. Gracie’s intermitted twirls with him on the dancefloor were like a precursor to her later ordeal, as his sweaty body clutched her small frame.

When they finally got home, Solomon opened the garage and showed her the vehicle he had bought for her. It was a magnificent MPV vehicle.

“Is this mine,” she incredulously asked. 

“Yes, baby, I want you to enjoy your new life,” Solomon uttered.

Unable to resist, she embraced and kissed him.

“Thank you, daddy,” Gracie replied, with her parents’ imaginary words echoing an; ‘We told you so,’ in her mind.

Once they got to the bedroom she excused herself and entered the bathroom. Overawed by his generosity, she even felt herself finally warming to him, albeit reluctantly.

When Gracie finally exited the bathroom, wearing the pretty nightdress her mother had bought her,   Solomon, was only wearing underpants and seated in the huge comfortable chair in his bedroom as he observed her. Gracie’s heart sank as she looked at the hairy orc salaciously observing her.

“You are the queen of this house,” he said, before continuing, “You can change anything you like. You have no financial constraints. In this bedroom, however, I am the king and you will pander to my every whim. Tonight, you are going to learn your first lesson. Today, your behaviour at the wedding, which I paid for, was pig-headed. Now you need to learn your place.”

Without pause, Solomon got to his feet and walked toward her. In her trepidation, she strangely felt a surge of excitement racing through her body. This was the big moment, and although he was not prince charming, he, nevertheless was the man who was about to deflower her.  Gracie watched as his huge hands firmly gripped the lapels of her nightdress and shredded the entire garment off her body. This was her lot, like it or not.

“You won’t need this in the future,” Solomon succinctly stated, as the torn pieces scattered to either side of her.

Solomon was determined to stamp his authority from the get go. He was not going to make the same mistakes he had with his wife. Solomon’s sexual partialities would come first and be properly catered for.

Next, after firmly placing a hand on the back of her neck, he steered her toward the large comfortable chair. As he sat, he pulled her body down over his lap.

Flustered as Gracie was by what was happening, she felt her pussy becoming wet. Something about his authoritative demeanour thrilled her. With her body pinned by his large left hand, she felt the first stinging slap on her backside. Gracie was unable to formulate an opinion before the second slap followed. Although she wailed, by the third slap, a strange horniness began to flood through her body. It was as if she getting transported into a primitive era. In addition, Solomon’s berating and his hardness pressing against her from below made her hot and horny as his slaps persevered. Even his rich masculine odour was now beginning to turn her on.

Solomon became feverish with lust as the bride he was taming, whimpered and wailed. It even began to feel to him, like she was submissively enjoying his machinations. He lost count of the slaps but watched in awe, as her arse became bright red. His life was fast becoming the fulfillment of a dream after what felt like a lifetime of pandering. He had worked fuckin’ hard all his life, and now he would reap the rewards. He was determined not to make the same mistakes as before.

When Gracie felt the slaps end, a large hand moved down her butt crack and began to prize her legs apart. As she lay panting and whimpering, thick fingers began to snake toward her snatch. Like the head of Medusa invading her parted legs, the snakes began to slither and burrow, overwhelming her pussy. The serpents now began to dance as if in a mating ritual, as they writhed in her portal. 

‘Oh, my fuck, this bitch is sopping wet,’ Solomon gleefully accessed as his digits bathed in the excitement of her cunt.

After making Gracie writhe like a horny slut for several minutes, Solomon knew that his final threshold had arrived.

“Get up,” he commanded.

As Gracie stood before him quivering, he slid his hands under her armpits before unceremoniously tossing her on the bed.

“This is going to hurt,” he growled as he pushed his underpants down. “You can scream all you like, but I’ll show no mercy,” he roared as he pounced on her.

Gracie was ready and willing, and all her childish fantasies evaporated in the astonishing build-up she had encountered thus far. This ogre negated all preconceived thoughts and she could not wait for his final ‘assault.’

To her amazement, her defloration was far less traumatic than she had anticipated, and she mentally acknowledged that her burning arse had been a brilliant ploy by Solomon. The transference of discomfort had worked brilliantly.

Although it hurt, after a very brief time, as inch after inch of his fat knob plowed into her, she only sensed pleasure. As his large body swayed above her, anchored on his knees, the compression felt glorious, and her restricted intake of oxygen astonishingly aroused her even more. Once Solomon got into a steady rhythm, his thick jaw nestled on her mouth and overwhelmed her lips. As she gasped frantically, his fat tongue scoured her mouth as he grunted in an animalistic manner.

Everything she had dreaded was now turning into a blissful carnal extravaganza as her nemesis tamed her. As Solomon feverishly ebbed and flowed above her, the intoxication of his superiority and manliness transformed her. The harder he fucked her, the more gratifying her ‘ordeal’ was becoming.

When Solomon began pumping his hot cum into her snatch, Gracie began to squeal with unbridled satisfaction.

The following morning, after she had been fucked a further four times, her pussy, arse, and mouth were quite sore, something, she would blissfully have to get used to dealing with on a daily basis.

Her mother had been spot on when she told Gracie, ‘Rather been an old man’s darling than a younger man’s slave.’  

For Solomon, as far as he was concerned, he had hit the jackpot, as his former restrained sex life got obliterated.

When her belly began to swell, he was overjoyed. Solomon was even more euphoric after two more sons followed, over the next couple of years.

Best of all, their sex life always remained sizzyingly hot. His years of deprivation had finally ended as he had the family he had always yearned for.