Puritan Whores Ch3

My Puritan whores are both naked. Walking ahead of me at the end of chain leashes attached to dog collars around their necks.

Josephine, my wife, a beautiful ginger. Her long red hair piled up so it only flows halfway down her back. Revealing the freckles that cover her pale body and dot her sweet round ass.

Walking next to her mother was my sweet Abigail. A bit shorter with a bigger ass. My delectable Muffin only has freckles on her face and shoulders. Her darker red hair was curly, and not as long as Josie’s.

They are both walking in black high heels. Slowly, as they were still getting used to the strange footwear. Also our long drive was gravel. Making their steps especially tenuous.

The shoes do wonders for their already amazing asses. I am definitely enjoying the view.

We are walking out to get the mail. Our house is set far back from the road. We were unlikely to be seen. This far in the country there was little traffic. The possibility was there though.

It made both women excited.

Abby was still the more adventurous and kinky of the two, but Josephine has definitely embraced her slutty side. And I loved them both for it.

They wait patiently, my naked wife and daughter, at the ends of their leashes while I check the mail. Looks like mostly bills.

Then, out of the blue, a car. Both women desperately cover themselves as best they can with their hands. Not an easy feat for Josie and her massive E-cup tits. Or even Abby’s smaller double-D’s.

They try to cover their sweet pussies as well. Abigail’s is completely plucked bald, her mother has a small patch shaped into a heart just above her cunt.

The car slows down, but doesn’t stop. With a grin I lead my whores back to the house.

The village was in trouble. If we couldn’t raise more money, a lot more money, then it would be broke. It would belong to the bank at that point.

We had an idea though. Josephine had been excited by the idea of me posting nude pictures of her to the Internet.

So we decided to take a few sets and see if we could sell them to a porn site or two.

I had both girls put on some lingerie underneath their plain grey village dresses. Then we went out to the barn.

I figured we would play up the Puritan aspect of the girl’s past.

I took some pictures of them using various old-timey farming equipment. Then I had them strip out of their dresses. Getting some great pictures as they did so.

Josephine was wearing her favorite green corset underneath. It presented her big tits magnificently. While Abigail wore a sheer white top and matching skirt.

They posed for me around the barn. Then their lingerie was stripped as well.

We finished with them bathing separately in the old tub. Something that I find turns me on greatly.

We spent the afternoon emailing various sites and shopping the pictures around. Finally making a deal with a soft core site for what seems a decent amount. The admin seemed excited when I told him we would probably be doing more shoots.

‘Would love more pics of your girls. Def keep us in mind’ he wrote.

“We should probably do a few more sets.” Abby says. “Spread them around. Maybe do some…fetish…stuff?” She stumbles a bit over the less familiar word, but returns my smile when I grin at her.

“If you both think you’re up for it?” They both nod.

Over the next couple days we have a few more shoots. Including a set where they are bound with hemp rope in the barn. Also a set where they masturbate in the kitchen. Using some of the more old fashioned utensils.

Then we quickly got them bought by websites that would cater to those types of acts.

“Yeah, I know it’s uncomfortable. It’s meant as a sexual punishment.” I explain.

“One of those…uh…BSDM things?” Josephine asks. Looking at herself in the mirror.

I smile at her. “BDSM, yes.” I answer.

My girls looked hot trussed up in hemp rope. I had used an online guide. It was called Shibari and we were just using a basic set up.

They weren’t actually bound, it was more like the rope wound around their bodies was an uncomfortable form of underwear.

It was around their waists. It held their big tits. And it ran along their pussies. One strip on each side and a knotted one up the middle, then up between their asscheeks.

The writer of the blog explained that as they walked the rope would stimulate. Especially in the crotch area.

I take some photos of the girls posing. I figure the bondage site would appreciate them. Then the girls put on their heavy grey dresses and we head to the village.

As we walk Josie turns to me. “Oh my! I…the rope in my…between my legs. It’s almost painful, like the brush bristles. It makes me so excited. So sensitive.” I give her a grin and a hug.

At the village I sit down with Obidiah and Josias at the preacher’s home. My girls in the kitchen with the womenfolk to help prepare dinner.

I set out the papers and letters I have. All of the village’s finances. Then go over everything with the two men.

“So in short, we are broke. Worse than broke. We owe a lot.” I finish.

“How?” Josias asks. “How could we have not known? How could your grandfather keep this from us?” I shrug, not really sure myself. He didn’t even leave me a note.

“I’m afraid we did know. Or I did anyway.” Obidiah says remorsefully. “I had hoped it wouldn’t get to this. Your grandfather and I were not sure what to do.” The Alderman looks at me. “The world changed on us. On him. I was hoping your web thing would fix it.”

“It has helped.” I explain. “But it won’t be enough, fast enough.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Josias asks a little desperately.

“I…well. I am working on a couple things. I’m hopeful, but you should think about what you may be able to do here.” I tell them.

The older man’s shoulders slump. “That’s what we had been trying to do. We just couldn’t come up with anything.”

The two men were obviously morose through dinner. Unfortunately there was little I could do. They were looking at the end of their way of life.

I didn’t have any easy answers for them. In fact I was nearly pimping out my wife and daughter to keep them afloat.

On the way home I pull the girls off the path and into the woods. I had brought my camera and wanted more pics.

I bind their hands behind their backs, and starting with Josephine make her kneel over a fallen tree. I take plenty of pictures as I lift her dress, revealing her bare ass and the knitted rope bound up it. Then she gasps and groans as I spank her with a thin branch. Making sure to get good shots as her derrière gets redder and redder.

Then Abby gets the same treatment. The teen squealing with excitement and pain as she is punished.

I have them both strip the rest of the way. Left only in the uncomfortable ropes. I tie them both to trees. Abby with her hands behind her, wrapped around the trunk. Josephine with her hands above her head to a branch.

Then I take the branch to their glorious tits. Not too harshly. Most of the photos end up with me pressing the branch to their boobs with one hand and taking the photo with the other.

Then I hear a GASP! from nearby.

“What are you doing?” It was Clara, the preacher’s wife. And her youngest daughter. Constance, I think. A year older than Abigail if I remember correctly.

“I…uh…” Had hoped not to be caught?

“Are they being punished?” The usually quiet Constance asks. She was usually so shy, even her mother looks at her in shock when the young woman speaks up.

“Well…no. It’s a sexual thing.” I explain lamely. Josie and Abby helplessly bound and naked before the village women. Their eyes wide with shock and humiliation.

“Oh.” The young woman says. “It doesn’t look like a lot of fun.”

“Constance!” He mother says aghast. The young woman only shrugs.

“What are you even doing out here?” I ask. Trying to sound stern. Trying to gain control of the situation.

“Oh, we…that is I…” The older woman starts. Then her shoulders slump. The pornographic scene before her momentarily forgotten. “I know my husband is upset, but he won’t tell me why. I was hoping you would.”

I sigh. “That’s kind of why we are doing this.” I wave my hand at the bound girls. “The village is less than broke. If we don’t do something soon we will lose the land by the end of the year.”

“Oh dear!” The woman nearly wails.

“How does this help?” Constance asks.

“You understand the pictures I take of the men making furniture?”

She nods. “Like drawings?”

“Yes. Well this is like that. There are men. Uh…naughty men, who will pay money for pictures like this.”

It’s obvious Clara doesn’t get it. Though I think Constance does.

“We could help.” Constance offers.

Her mother turns to her. “Constance, this is sinful.” I nod. Not really sure what to do.

“It’s to save the village mother.” The young woman says matter of factly. The girl seems to almost have no emotion behind her words. Like Abby, she was a bit old to be without a husband.

“Well, uh, yes. You could help I suppose. Though I wouldn’t want anyone to get in trouble.” I look pointedly at her mother.

The older woman blushes. “It seems so sinful.”

“Well all you have to do is stand in the photos. I can even make sure your faces don’t get shown.” I assure her. “It just adds to the desirability of the pictures if it looks like there is someone actively punishing them.”

She nods, a bit uncertainly.

I position Constance with her back to the camera holding the branch. She faces Abigail with her hand raised. Like she was about to punish the redhead’s tits.

Clara and her daughter are both brunettes. So they contrast well with my girls.

I take a few with the young woman threatening my wife as well. Then I untie them from the tree and retie Josies wrists behind her back.

“Like this?” Constance asks. Doing the same to Abby.

“Yes. Very good,” I tell her. She gives me a slight smile. The first sign of emotion I’ve seen from her.

I have Clara sit on the log and lay Josie across her lap. “Now go ahead and spank her.” I order.

She does very lightly. Barely even touching my wife. “No, no. Harder. She is a very naughty woman. Very sinful.” I suggest.

That gets her going. Soon Josephine is gasping and moaning as her ass is turned red again. I take pictures, making sure to only get Clara from the neck down.

I finally order the older woman to stop. My wife breathing hard in her lust. I spread her pale legs and take some close up shots of her wet pussy. The uncomfortable, knitted rope digging in to her tender flesh.

Then we do the same thing with Abigail.

When we finish with my daughter Clara is quite flush. Embarrassment? Fatigue? Arousal?

“Thank you ladies. If you ever want to help again feel free to stop by the house.” I offer as my, now untied, girls get dressed.

As we walk home Abby speaks up, “That was hot!”

“We will never be allowed to show our faces at the village again.” Josephine laments.

“You didn’t like it?” I ask.

“It’s not that.” My wife blushes. Obviously excited.

“We made them part of the act. I doubt they will tell anyone.” I answer.

That evening the three of us shower together. I enjoy the show as mother and daughter kiss passionately under the hot water. Their amazing bodies dripping. Abby running her thigh up the older woman’s side.

Then I take the teen and lift her by her big round ass. Impaling her on my cock. Her arms and legs wrapped around me as she moans loudly.

Josephine kneels beneath us. Licking my balls as I thrust into her daughter.

Later, on the bed they kiss as I plow my wife from behind.

“Yeah. Apparently you two are a hit. All three sites sent us some fan requests.” I tell my beautiful family.

It has been over a week since the bondage in the woods. That set had sold for double any of the others.

The soft core site wanted a mother/daughter picnic in a field. We hadn’t yet done any shoots where they were in the same photos. Not that the two were shy about incest.

So they dress in light summer dresses and we set up a classy picnic shoot. With lots of stripping and posing.

Afterward they end up rolling around. Kissing and groping each other. No longer able to hold back their lust. I take a little video and some pics for our own collection before joining in.

The bondage site had a number of requests for poses. As well as for the girls to be bound to other barn objects that people had seen in the background of our first shoot.

The hardcore site’s number one request was to see the women churning butter. Something we didn’t have.

The girls were both worried about going to the village so I went alone. A surprise visit, but I never feel unwelcome there.

This time included. It was obvious right away that Clara hadn’t said anything. People smiled at me and waved hello.

As I was asking around for a smallish butter churn to buy, Constance cane up to me. “Are we doing more pictures?” She asks.

“Well, I will be when I get home. I need to buy a butter churn first.“ I tell her.

“I know where you can get one.” She says with just the smallest of smiles. Happy to be of help.

She is right too. In half an hour I had just the thing. Sort of like a thin barrel with a long pole coming out the top.

As I was heading out of the village, Constance walking with me, I was stopped by a little boy.

“Preacher Josias would like to see you, sir.” Then he ran off.

Soon I was sitting on the older man’s back porch in a rocking chair. Sharing bitter tea.

“My wife told me of the goings on in the woods.” He finally says, his voice a bit strained. “Can you…can you explain?”

So I tell him a little about porn and porn websites. He had seemed to have a good grasp of the village shop site, and soon he seemed to understand this too. Though it made him uncomfortable.

“And you can make money selling these sinful pictures?” He finally asks.

I nod. “Yes. Possibly quite a bit. Though I don’t think enough unfortunately. With a few other projects though…” I let the thought hang in the air.

Ultimately I can get a job in some big city. A teacher or something. It isn’t the end of my way of life if the village goes under.

“We have no real ideas. Part of the conceit of letting the world pass you by I suppose.” He looks me in the eyes. A worried man old enough to be my father. “No one wants to leave here. It’s too frightening.” He slumps in his chair. Defeated?

“If my wife and daughter were to help…” he asks.

“It would improve our chances yes. But could you…”

“I could look the other way. And pray for guidance…and forgiveness.” He says. He pats my shoulder and goes inside.

I sit for a bit and finish my tea. When I start to head out Clara and Constance approach.

“My…my husband would like us to help in any way we can.” The older woman says. Her eyes downcast. Obviously embarrassed. “For the good of the village.” She looks up and tries to give me a hopeful smile.

Together we head back to my house. Butter churn in tow.

I grin at my wife when I escort the two women inside. Josephine is only wearing a short silk nighty and a matching thong. She has her back to the door. Bent over dusting the coffee table. Mooning us.

“You sure like showing your rear young lady.” Clara says with just a hint of mirth. My wife gasps with shock. Covering her mostly bare ass with her hands as she turns around.

“Cl…Clara. Ma’am, I…uh.” My wife stammers.

“It’s ok. They are here to help take pictures. To take some themselves if I understand correctly.” I assure her.

Constance nods, her mother blushes with the thought of what’s to come.

“Really! We have naughty guests?” Abby bursts into the room. Totally nude, her big tits bouncing. She comes to a stop in hugging distance of young Constance.

“That’s right.” I tell them. “We will start off slow with our guests. Just some nude photos. Oh! With the new butter churn I bought.”

So we gather some things and head outside. I figure we could shoot next to the barn. That will make a good backdrop.

I begin with my wife. She starts clothed in her grey dress. Sitting on a chair with her dress covering her spread legs as she pumps the long handle of the churn up and down. Looking like she was giving a giant a handjob.

This time I take a lot of video as she slowly strips. Pretending to churn butter. Then when she is totally nude, we tip the churn over and she grinds her pussy against the long shaft. Moaning her pleasure, while Constance and Abigail hold the whole thing steady for her, just out of frame.

The churn was great quality. The shaft was smooth and treated. I get some great close shots of her wet pussy rubbing up and down the wood. She spreads her juices on the tool as she moans lewdly. Obviously having some sort of effect on the blushing, older Clara.

When we take a short break I tell the preacher’s wife, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to do anything like that today. Just get nude and use the churn properly.” She nods at me. The relief obvious on her face.

Josephine sits on the chair. Her legs once again spread obscenely wide. This time uncovered. Her dress crumpled on the ground nearby. She churns like this for a minute. Then with the teens’ help we tip the butter churn so the end of the shaft is poking at my wife’s crotch.

With a sigh, Josie slides the wooden handle a few inches into her wet cunt. Then she fucks herself with it. I record as she slowly builds to a loud whimpering orgasm.

“My turn! My turn!” Abby claps her hands excitedly.

Her turn is much the same as her mother’s. Also ending with an orgasm at the end of the wooden handle. I get some close video of the teen’s pussy quivering around the wood as she cums.

Then it was Constance. The cute little brunette.

After watching the other two she had a decent idea of what to do. She didn’t need a lot of guidance from me as she naturally moved from pose to pose. Soon she was in her wool shift and bloomers.

She gave me and the camera a wicked smile as she stood up against the butter churn. Her hands wrapped around the shaft she lifted her right knee and rubbed her leg against the tool. Licking the wood like a pole dancer.

I could hear her mother gasp in the background.

My dick was hard as a rock as she pulled off her shift. Her body was lithe and skinny. She had a cute pair of perky B-cup tits and a flat belly.

When she tugged down her bloomers we could see her thick patch of dark pubic hair. And a cute spankable ass.

Instead of ending there she insisted we continue. “I want to try what they did.” She calmly explains.

She was good with grinding on the shaft. My close camerawork picking up her juices glistening on her dark hairs as her lips slid along the shaft.

When it came time for penetration she found she wasn’t quite ready. She looked up at me with big sad doe eyes.

“That’s ok, honey. What you did was really good.” I assure her. That small smile briefly coming back.

She doesn’t bother to dress as her mother takes to the chair. Nervous, but willing to try.

“For the village.” I tell her and the mature woman gives me a wan smile.

Clara is old enough to be my mother. Probably early fifties. She is a handsome woman with a weathered face. Much of her hair has gone to grey. Though not all.

She definitely knew how to churn butter. Too bad we didn’t have any.

When it was time, she took a deep breath and shed her dress. Under her shift it was obvious she was more stacked than her daughter.

When she eventually stripped the rest we found she had a nice pair of double-D’s. Quite saggy but they would look fine in a bra.

Her body had some wrinkles but not too many. Her tummy was a bit rounded. Her ass less so. And her mature cunny was covered in grey pubic hair.

“Nice! Very nice.” I assured her as she posed naked. “Lovely.”

Getting bolder she even insisted in doing her turn grinding the shaft. A lewd act that made her moan. I get great shots of that. The old woman rubbing her pussy on the wooden shaft. Obviously getting it slick with her juices. But she shook her head at penetration.

“Come now mother.” Constance gently chided her. “Surly you can do that.”

“You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” I assure the older woman.

With a sigh and a blush she sits and spreads her legs. Quickly the teens have the tip of the shaft at the entrance to her love canal.

With a frown, the old woman takes a good eight inches of wood before grabbing and preventing the girls from pushing further.

Then she slowly fucks herself with the handle. Hard wood up her old hairy cunt. Her eyes close and her saggy tits jiggle on heaving chest as she quickly and quietly comes to orgasm.

Afterward the women clean up. Josephine brings out a tub of warm water for our guests. Figuring that Clara may not be up for a modern shower quite yet. Though I’m sure her daughter would be if I asked.

Soon they are on their way as we wave goodbye.

“You’re going to fuck them both.” My wife says as a matter of fact.

“Never without your permission.” I tell her.

She smiles at me. “You can fuck all the women you want. I like the idea of you seducing the preacher’s wife. It’s very naughty.”

“We should have Constance come to live with us. Her family can say she is serving as our maid or something.” Abby says, excited at the prospect.

Josie nods her agreement. “The girl belongs here. That’s obvious.” My wife agrees.

The sites loved the new pictures. It seemed like they couldn’t get enough. Even of Clara and her daughter. One of the admin told me that the girl’s names were getting around. That they were the next big thing.

Well, big thing in one small corner of the porn world.

Josie was dressed in a pleated skirt and a button up blouse. She smiled at me from across a restaurant table.

“So this is dating?” She asks.

“More or less.” I tell her. She had been excited to have seen a movie on a giant screen. I would have to take Abigail soon or the teen would get jealous.

After our meal I take my wife around back of the restaurant. Into the dark alley.

There I turn her around and push her gently, but firmly up against the wall. Her palms on the rough brick.

“Mmm, this is why you ordered me not to wear any underwear.” She says happily as I lift her skirt.

It’s true. All she wore was a nice pair of black thigh high stockings. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands. Sliding my thumbs between her creamy thighs, just above where her stockings end.

She groans as I drive my iron hard cock deep inside her. She presses her forehead against the wall as I rest there.

Then she gasps when I reach around her chest and tear open her shirt. Buttons flying off into the dark as her massive tits flop out.

I grab her breasts, squeezing hard as I fuck her fast and deep.

She moans as I pinch her nipples. Her body quickly, eagerly responding to the rough treatment.

My wife cums first. As she starts to whine I cover her mouth to keep her quiet. Then I groan myself as I shoot my seed deep in her.

Sated for the moment we walk back to the car. Josie tying her ruined shirt together for some small amount of modesty. Giving me a smile. Looking at her my dick twitches. Already yearning for a round two.

Constance had come over for the afternoon. We had taken a quick photo shoot around the old pump out back. Lots of nice wet clothing pictures.

Now we sat around the computer. The young woman was fascinated by the technology we had shown her inside. Electric lights, indoor plumbing, and especially the computer. She seemed to grasp the idea of what the internet was right away.

She definitely enjoyed the porn we showed her. Fascinated by all the naked people doing various sexual things to each other.

Now we were reading and responding to fan mail one of the sites sent us. Personal and erotic questions the girls were excited to answer.

“Tell him, ‘Yes. I enjoy being spanked very much. I’d love to have him spank me.’ Is that good?” Abigail orders/asks.

“Sure.” I tell her. Typing out her response. The girls could read and write fine. But Abby was the only one even slightly comfortable with the keyboard yet.

“And this will help the village?” Constance asks. She was completely nude on a chair next to me. Her thigh pressing against mine.

“Well this is all about getting more fans. More fans means more money. And being engaged with your fans helps keep them interested. And helps get more fans. Plus they took the time to write us. It’s nice to write back.” I tell them.

“What’s a cam show?” The little brunette asks.

“Well it’s like a video but people are watching as we take it. Normally you would chat with them, uh, like responding to the email.”

“Could we do that?” She asks.

Abby speaks up, “Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

“I’ll look into it then.” I assure them.

We spend another hour answering emails. Then Constance asks me, “Are we going to have sex now?” With her usual flat intonation.

“Uh, wouldn’t you rather wait till marriage?” I look to the other girls for help, but my wife and daughter just grin at me.”

“Not really.” She says.

“Well…ok then. Why don’t we go upstairs.” I stand and offer her my hand. She takes it with a slight smile.

I lead the brunette to my room. I pull her into an embrace and a kiss. She is so short. Just barely under five feet.

She moans as my tongue explores her mouth and my hand squeezes her cute rear. She eagerly reaches into my pants. Her fingers grabbing and squeezing my hard cock.

I break our kiss and lay her on the bed. Spreading her legs, I climb on top of her. Kissing and licking her small tits.

Then she moans as I rub my cockhead against her pussylips. “Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes, Yes,” She gasps. The flush on her cheeks making her look reminiscent of her mother.

Her eyes flutter open and she grabs me tight as I slowly penetrate her virgin cunny. I groan my own pleasure as I push deeper and deeper into her tight wet hole.

Finally my balls come to rest against her. I stop. Simply holding myself in her. Filling her up.

“Ok?” I ask. She just nods and bites her lip.

Slowly I begin to thrust in and out. Watching to make sure she is enjoying the sensation. I begin to fuck her faster and faster.

Her eyes clench and red flushes her pale skin all the way down to her perky tits. I cover her mouth with mine. Kissing her as she cums.

Her tight cunt throbbing around my cock pushes me over and I cum deep inside the cute teen.

After I pull out I roll over on my back. The petite girl snuggles up to me.

“That was great.” She murmurs.

“It was great for me too.” I tell her as we smile at each other.

I took Abigail out to see a movie. Just the two of us. She wore a cute pleated skirt with stockings. And a button up top like her mother had. Also with no underwear.

After the movie and a nice meal she was excited to see where I would take her to fuck.

What’s this?” She asked looking around at the little park.

“A playground. I figure, if we are quiet, we could have sex at the top of that.” I point at the large wooden castle/play area.

“Ooh, daddy!” She hugs me and kisses my cheek.

We climb to the top of the wooden structure. There’s a little box. Closed in on three sides. In the dark we shouldn’t be easily seen.

I sit as she unbuckles my pants. Pulling out my hard dick. She leans down and sucks my cock. I reach under her skirt and finger her already wet twat. The teen moaning in my lap.

With a smile, she pops up and straddles my lap. Spreading out her skirt as I guide my cock into her.

“Ooh! Oh, daddy!” She gasps in my ear. “You feel so good.” She starts to bounce up and down in my lap. “Uunh! Tear open my shirt, daddy. Make me your whore.”

“You little slut!” I growl quietly. Grabbing her blouse and tearing it open. Revealing her wonderful breasts as buttons fly off into the night.

She gasps with excitement.

I quickly cover her mouth and hold her still. Her eyes wide with surprise. I slowly shake my head.

I think I heard something.

“Is…is someone up there?” A voice from below. A boy’s voice.

There’s a thunk as someone climbs up.

“Oh shit dude!” It’s three teens. Two boys and a girl. Nearly as surprised to see us as we are them.

Caught! Abby blushes and grins wickedly at me as she slightly grinds on my dick.

“Hey, we were looking for a little privacy.” I try to sound gruff.

“No doubt, dude. So were we.” The taller boy pulls the girl close.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you at school.” The girl says looking at Abby.

“She’s home schooled.” I say.

“Daddy teaches me a lot of things.” Abby says in her naughty girl voice. Turning so the group gets a good view of her bare breasts. Something the boys obviously enjoy.

“M…maybe daddy can teach Kara here a few things while you show us what you’ve learned.” The other boy speaks up.

“Ooh! I’d like that, daddy.” Abby grins at me, biting her lower lip. Checking to see if I approve. I give her a little nod and she stands up stepping down with the teens.

“How old are you?” I ask.

“Nineteen…daddy.” Kara answers with a grin. “C’mon. I like to fuck in the slide.” She grabs my hand and leads me off while the boys close in on my excited daughter. My still bare dick waving back and forth as I walk. Glistening in the moonlight with Abby’s pussy juices.

I grab the strange teen girl at the bottom of the castle. Pulling her back against me. I run one hand up inside her T-shirt and the other inside her jeans. I squeeze her small tits through a lace bra and rub her young cunny through velvet panties.

“Oh, daddy!” The ten gasps with a bit of mirth. Obviously enjoying the naughty title.

“Will you be daddy’s good girl?” I whisper in her ear. I can feel her shiver as I nibble her neck.

“Uunh!” She moans. I run my hand under her panties lightly squeezing and rubbing her soft teen cunt. “Good or bad. Whatever daddy wants.” Her mirth is gone now. Replaced with lust.

“Daddy wants you.” I yank down her jeans, panties and all. Bending her over I ram my cock deep in her teen pussy as she groans and grabs a metal bar for support. “Yesss, daddy!” She hisses.

“Does daddy’s girl like her nipples pinched?” I ask the teen. I can hear Abby gasping and moaning above us as the boys play with her.

“Whatever Daddy wants.” Kara answers. Rubbing her cute ass back into me as I fuck her.

I reach under her shirt and flip up her bra. Kneading her tiny tits. I doubt they are bigger than A-cups. Then I grab her hardened nipples and pinch.

Lightly at first. Then harder and harder. The teen hisses then groans from the pain. But she doesn’t ask me to stop.

I let go with my left hand. Only to grab her dark hair and yank roughly. She gasps and I feel her pussy quiver around my iron hard dick as she cums.

when she settles down I pull off her shirt and bra. Tossing them onto the pebble filled play area. Then she crawls into the covered slide naked. She wiggles her ass for a moment when I give her a couple spanks. Then I climb in after her.

“Oh daddy!” She gasps as I lean in for a kiss. There isn’t much room for the two of us as I drive my cock deep in her wet cunt. My back rubs against the top of the slide as I fuck her.

She moans happily when I finally shoot my seed inside her. “Thank you daddy.” She whispers, caressing the side of my face.

By the time we get dressed Abigail comes down with the boys. Looking happy and sexy with her shirt still open. “Time to go home daddy?” I give her a big smile.

I had ordered a pizza. We were a long way out of town so I promised an extra big tip. Plus something extra that they didn’t know about.

Josephine was nervously pacing wearing only a small silk robe and a pair of stockings. She was to give the delivery boy whatever he wanted.

We had told her about our little playground adventure, and I suggested this as a way for her to fuck a man who wasn’t her husband.

The idea of other men lusting after my girls makes me both proud and excited. The idea of actually having them actually fuck other men, even more so.

Of course the delivery boy might not take the bait. That would be fine. We would come up with something else.

I had set up a couple of web cams. Abby sat naked on my lap as we watched her mother. Wiggling on my crotch in her excitement.

Finally the doorbell rings. Almost with relief, my wife answers it. She is shocked, we all are, when we see that it’s not a delivery boy. It’s a slightly chubby girl in her mid-twenties. The young woman shocked and amused by my wife’s lack of dress.

Josephine pays then asks, “Is there any other way I can thank you for delivering so far out?” Apparently deciding to go through with the whole setup anyway.

“Well. Uh, sure.” We can see the strange girl make her choice as she steps close to Josie. Closing the door behind her and opening my wife’s robe.

The young woman squeezes the redhead’s tits for a while. Then Josie leads her to the couch. Sitting the stranger down and pulling off her pants.

Josephine kneels between the woman’s chubby thighs and leans in. Abby and I watch as the delivery girl gasps and clenches her eyes. The pleasure obvious on her face as my wife licks her pussy.

Abby pulls out my cock as we watch and slides it into her own wet cunt. I slowly fuck her and play with her tits as we secretly view my wife pleasure the strange girl.

She doesn’t last long. Grabbing Josephine by her long red hair and grinding her throbbing twat into my wife’s face as she orgasms loudly.

Almost embarrassed the girl quickly gets dressed and leaves.

Josephine grins at the camera. Delivery girl juices still glistening on her lips.

I have set up a webcam in my bedroom. We were going to do three short shows. Half an hour for each girl. Josephine, then Abby, then Constance.

It really wasn’t all that hard to do. And the three sites we worked with were happy to promote. Especially when we offered their members a discount.

I would have a separate computer set up. My old laptop. So I could monitor what the guests typed.

We would be making a decent amount of money given how many people pre signed up.

I had the girls practice on the bed. So they would know just where the viewing area was.

Then we waited nervously for the first time slot.

The girls would start fully clothed in their plain grey dresses. Then as they posed and chatted, viewers could pay a dollar to generate a number between 1 and 100. At 90 or above the girl would have to strip off an article of clothing. Every missed roll would lower the number to beat by five, until someone succeeded.

Once a girl was fully nude then the winners could direct her to use one of the toys we set out on herself. Abigail’s wooden brush, a pair of clothes pins, a medium size cucumber, a cup of ice cubes, a couple candles, and a wooden paddle.

Josephine kneels on the bed and smiles at the camera as her show starts. “Hello. Thank you for joining me.” She waves and blushes in her nervousness.

I monitor the chat room as she answers questions. Things about what she likes in bed as well as more general questions about her life.

Only a minute in and someone wins the first round.

“Oh! Congratulations, Weave Baker.” Josie grins at the odd username. “Why don’t I get out of this dress for you?”

Quickly my wife strips her grey dress off. Revealing that she wears her prudish wool shift and bloomers.

Soon though she strips more and more as her audience gets excited. Down to a silk crop top and booty shorts. Then to a lace bra and matching thong. She shakes her nearly bare ass at the camera and giggles at that point.

She obviously enjoys the attention and shared naughtiness. And I can tell my wife is turned on.

When she is finally nude she spreads her legs wide for her fans.

Then she begins playing with the toys. Fucking herself with the cucumber being the first request. She moans and gasps for the camera as she takes a few inches of the green veggie in her wet twat.

Abby has to cough quietly when the next viewer wins. Asking for the clothes pins to go on her nipples.

Josephine obliges. Though she continues to fuck herself with one hand.

One person requests she spank her ass with the brush. On her hands and knees my wife looks like a lovely whore. Tits dangling down, clips on her nipples dragging on the bed. Her legs spread as she still fucks herself with the cucumber. She positions her ass toward the camera and spanks hersekf with the flat side of the brush. Her pale, freckled rear quickly turning red.

Finally she has an orgasm. Whining loudly as she collapses to the bed. As she recovers she says, “Oh my! You have all turned me on so very much. Thank you,”

Soon her session ends and Abigail’s begins. Running much like her mother’s. Though she is made to drip hot wax on her tits.

When we get to Constance, though, we have a surprise. After she gets fully nude we have Abby come in to shave the brunette’s pussy bald. Something the chat room was super excited for.

Soon the short beauty was fully bare. There are a lot of thumbs up when Abby leans in and kisses the girl’s smooth pubic mound.

Then we get back to the schedule. With Constance ordered to use the various toys on herself.

Afterward I ask, “Well? How did it go? What did you think?”

“I loved it!” My jiggling daughter bounces up and down. Constance nods.

“I definitely want to do it again.” Josephine adds. “It was very erotic. Interacting with these strangers.”

I smile. Pleased with my girls.

I had talked with Josias to see if he would be amenable to letting Constance live with us. The cover explanation being that we could use the extra help around the house as the web shop needed a lot of support.

He didn’t need to know the truth.

That explanation would be a good one too. The site actually was quite successful. The village workmen rarely had to go to the farmers market to sell their craft anymore. Something that made everyone happy.

To my surprise the older man almost seemed relieved to have me take his daughter off his hands.

Constance was happy to move in. Gathering her stuff before we were even done talking and ready to go when I left.

On the way home she pulls me into the woods. “Tie me up and punish me? Please?” She asks.

When I grin at her she quickly strips.

Using my belt I tie her wrists to a tree limb. Her arms forced above her head. Then I search for an appropriate whip. A nice thin tree branch to abuse my new maid with.

She gasps and moans as I whip her perky tits and her cute ass. I was nearly ready to stop when she spreads her legs.

“There too. I am very sinful down there.” I raise my eyebrow, but do as the young lady wishes.

She clenches her eyes shut and groans. Her bare pussy quickly turning red as I strike it. But she doesn’t ask me to stop.

Finally when I feel she has had enough I grab her hips and plunge my dick into her sore twat.

She gasps and trembles as she has an immediate and intense orgasm. I grab her punished tits and twist. Which only seems to heighten her pleasure.

I groan my pleasure as I cum into her. My poor maid. Tied up and abused in the woods.

Clara had come over to do a couple shoots with us. Afterward she was getting dressed when I stepped up behind her.

She had only put on her bloomers so her tummy was bare when I slid my arms around her. “Perhaps you could stay a little longer today.” I suggest. Making sure she can feel my hard cock poking her rear.

“I…I don’t know.” She stammers. Her hands going to mine, but not pushing them away. It was obvious she was turned on by the photo shoots. And doubtful that she was getting any release at home. Constance said as much.

Still, I wouldn’t push things any farther without clear acceptance.

As I wait she pushes my hands down into her bloomers with a slight whimper.

My fingers slide down into her forest of pubic hair. Greedily probing at her mature pussylips. Already wet for me.

I caress her nether region for a moment as she moans in pleasure and excitement. Then I lead her to the barn. She follows, her hand in mine. Her eyes downcast, and ashamed, but otherwise quite willing.

When we step into the old building I turn and give her a quick kiss. Then ask, “How would you like this? Soft and tender, hard and rough? Something in between?”

“I…I don’t know. Let’s…hard. I want it hard and rough.” She gives me a timid smile. “Here I am a sinful whore and should be treated as such.”

“You’re sure?” She gives me a confident nod. The nod of a self assured preacher’s wife.

I grab and yank down her bloomers as she gasps. Then bend her over a low wooden wall.

I grin as I smack her rear a few times. The old woman groaning with each strike. As her ass turns red I grab and pull her dark hair. Forcing her head up.

I slide my other hand between her thighs. The barn sounding quiet after her spanking. Slowly I push one, then two fingers up her wet, mature twat.

“You are a whore aren’t you?” I demand. “A dirty, sinful, whore!”

“Uunh! Yes! I’m a whore.” She answers the lust clear in her voice. “Use me! Punish me!”

I pull out my hard cock and shove it roughly up her old hairy cunt. She screams her orgasm. Frightening some birds in the rafters.

I reach around her and slap at her saggy, dangling tits. Pinching and pulling at her hardened nipples as I pound her against the wall.

She gasps and groans and hisses ‘yessss!’ As we rut like heathens.

When I get close to finished I pull out and push her to her knees. Jerking my dick I cum all over her handsome face and tits. The humiliation and lust obvious in her smile.

I help her clean up and get dressed. “When I am here, I am your whore.” She tells me with a nervous smile. “You should make me do whatever you wish. I will be obedient.”

I grin as she heads off for home. Back to be a proper preacher’s wife.

I had decided to start our own website. We were making good money from selling our picture sets, but the other sites only wanted them occasionally.

I contacted the three friendly admins of the porn sites we had sold to, and explained a bit of our situation.

They were actually very encouraging. Giving me lots of great advice and wishing me luck. I told them that we would be glad to do shoots for them in the future when they asked.

I spent a week researching and building a site I would be proud of.

‘Puritan Whores’

Then we began shooting and loading a bunch of sets. We wanted to make sure our subscribers would be happy right away.

When we went live the girl’s hardcore fans signed up right away.

We got more people than I feared, but not as many as I’d hoped. Ultimately it wouldn’t be enough. Not without a big uptick in subscribers.

It was a problem we would think about.

In the meantime all three girls would do a shoot at least once a week, as would Clara when she could make time.

We were in my bedroom. Me, my wife and daughter, and Clara and her daughter.

The four women were naked. Each tied with their hands above their heads to a different tall bedpost.

I had finished taking pictures. It would be an exciting set for our porn site. Now it was time to play. The girls looked at me with feigned dread as I snapped my belt between my hands.

Soon it strike their helpless bodies. Then my cock would pound their wet pussies.

I grinned at my Puritan whores.

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