Constance was a happy maid. She smiled a lot these days. Away from the stifling village, I watched as she flourished.
It has been nearly a month since we started our own porn site, 'Puritan Whores.' Traffic was good, but not as much as we needed to keep the village.
Constance seems to enjoy her role as a maid. Abby helped her pick out a few different sets of slutty maid costumes online. Now that's what she mostly wore around the house. Happy to do her chores.
She was also getting good with typing on the keyboard. She was on our site's chat room frequently throughout the day. Often uploading pics of herself or turning on the web cam so her fans could see her.
Typing away as she talks in the chat room. Occasionally posing or stripping for the camera.
She was also sexually insatiable. Always up for a quick tumble. She had gotten in the habit of giving me a blowjob every morning to wake me up. A nice start to the day.
As she did her chores, I would often come up behind her and bend her over. I'd squeeze her breasts or finger her soft peach, much to her delight. Usually only for a few minutes before moving on. Usually.
Sometimes, like today, it would transition into something more.
I had the sweet girl on her knees. Her cheek to the rug and ass in the air behind the couch. She had a white crop top with a black bow at the neck. And a short black skirt with white ruffles.
She gasps as I ram my dick deep inside her. Reaching around to find her small perky tits and squeeze them roughly. She likes things rough. Much like her mother I have found.
My wife and daughter were quite submissive and liked humiliating, rough sex. But Constance and Clara got off on pain well as the sex.
She begins to whine as I twist her nipples. A whine that turns into a loud moan as she cums.
When she comes down from her high she pushes me off her. Then quickly scrambles around to suck my slimy dick.
I don't last long. Groaning as I watch her swallow my cum. Swallowing happily with each burst from my cock.
Finished, she smiles at me. Stands and wipes her chin. Then continues her chores.
"So, this is better then?" Josias asks. We were looking at financial papers spread across his office table
"Better, yes." I try not to sound too grim.
"Due to your...new project." He asks a bit awkwardly. I nod.
"Not good enough though. Right. We have only bought some time?" Obidiah asks.
"Unfortunately." I answer.
"This secret project of yours has helped, but not enough?" I shake my head. "I take it we wouldn't approve if we knew?"
I can't help my eyes flutter to to the preacher then quickly back down to the papers.
"I take it I'm the only one here who doesn't know what the project is?" The old Alderman asks gently. I nod and Josiah clears his throat.
So I explain about porn and the website. How it brings in money. When I'm done Obidiah looks a little shell shocked.
"Ah...I see. I think I see." He says leaning back. Away from me.
"What if you had more women?" Josiah asks. "Would that raise more funds."
"Josiah! Surely..." the older man starts, but the preacher raises his hand.
"No one who wasn't willing, of course. But we don't have any other ideas here. It's obvious that anything we make can be made more cheaply." Josiah says.
I think for a moment. "Yes. More women would probably help."
"How many would you need?"
"Another dozen? I think that would probably get us over and be sustainable." I answer.
"So a total of sixteen?" He asks. I nod.
"Right around there." I tell him.
"That would mean four...oh. Of course your wife and daughter. And...and Constance?" Obidiah asks. "Who else?"
"My wife." Josias calmly answers. "I think another dozen is doable. There are always members of the flock who yearn for something a bit different. If we channel those urges for the good of the village..." he trails off.
"Give me a few days." He finally says. Then the three of us sip our bitter tea in silence.
We were in my car. Josephine next to me up front in a thin flower print dress. Low cut showing off her massive décolletage.
Abby, Constance and Clara squeezed into the back. Abigail wore tight shorts and a crop-top. Connie had a short skirt and a blouse. Unbuttoned far enough to show off the edges of her bra. Clara wore her dark grey dress. Though she had on lingerie underneath.
We were headed into town. Specifically to a sex shoppe. The girls were astounded by the walls and shelves covered in erotica.
Clara was obviously scandalized by the various products. Scandalized and aroused. She had that tell-tale flush on her cheeks.
I step up next to her and put my arm around her. "See anything you like?" She jumps a little. The mature woman is eying the leather crops and whips.
"I...I..." She stammers. I give her ass a squeeze and wander off.
Abigail was looking at nipple clamps. She had picked up a pair that were brass with a chain between them and a little bell hung from the middle of the chain.
She smiles up at me. "I bet the bell would ring every time you spanked me, daddy."
I grin back at her. "We should definitely get those, Muffin."
Josephine was curious about the fake pussies. So I had to explain to her about the different ways guys masturbate.
"There is so much. It's all so sinful." Constance comes up to me with her little smile. She was holding a set of ben-wa balls. "I would like these." She says.
Ultimately I have the girls pick out two items each. Items to use in their shoots as well as for fun.
After we return home we head out to the barn for a naughty photo shoot. Incest, while hot, would be a bit illegal for the site. If the mothers swapped daughters though...
Soon Clara is naked, bent over an old wagon wheel. The mature woman moans. Her floppy tits dangling down as Abby buries her face in the woman's twat from behind.
