We drove home from the beach with the top down. I told Olivia to take down her top also. She giggled and said, “Oh, Daddy, you're so funny!” I replied, “I'm not trying to be funny, Livie, I'm serious. I want you to ride home topless!” “What? Why,” she whined. “Because it would please me and I said so, that's why.” “But...” “No buts,” I interrupted. “just do it.” At that she just looked at me with big puppy-dog eyes as she...

She was the quintessential girl next door, eighteen, blond, blue eyes, and a body that most forty year old women would kill to have. Rachel was finally free of the petty drama of high school and spending her summer preparing for her freshman year at college. She had a job at a small dress shop where she had been working after school and on weekends for the last two years. She had also done her fair share of babysitting si...

For as long as I can recall, I’ve always had a fantasy of having a woman, dressed in magnificent lingerie and tall heels, squat over my face as I minister to her goodies. I have always loved pictures of women squatting while dressed to the nines in expensive undergarments and sexy, sleek heels. I had met Samantha at the rehearsal dinner the night before. It was a casual cookout. She appeared to be fortyish, with long red...