1 comments/ 14233 views/ 2 favorites Life with Rose By: catden I hadn't been working at the coffee store for more than a month. It didn't pay much. But I wasn't working there for the money. It was located in the heart of Hollywood. I had always been starstruck. And, like all other movie and television fans, I had my favorites. But there was one in particular. One about whom I was more passionate than you could ever imagine. My dream was to one day meet her, perhaps even speak to her. Then my life would be complete. If I was ever going to bump into her, I thought this would be the place. I hadn't worked up to barista yet, although our two-week training had included how to make all the drinks. The women managers had me bussing tables and sweeping the floor, getting supplies and washing the windows. They seemed to enjoy the public contact and making the drinks. I didn't mind. It was all the same to me. During my first month at the coffee store I had seen Charlie Sheen (I would rather have seen Denise Richards), Mariska Hargitay and Anne Heche. Not bad for my first month, I thought. But I still was waiting to see Her, My Goddess. One Thursday, about eleven in the morning, I was sweeping the floor, right in front of the entrance. I was about to go outside and sweep outside, in front of the door, when a jogger turned from the sidewalk and walked through the threshold and into the store. She was wearing a hoody that was spotted under the arms and down the front from the neck to the midriff. It was hot and she had obviously been running for some time. I couldn't see who it was because of the hood, but, when she approached the order desk she pulled the hood off her head to reveal matted, wet and absolutely gorgeous jet black hair my heart began to palpitate in anticipation of the possibility. But I didn't dare expect it or even want it, thinking it would jinx the whole thing. I couldn't be sure until I heard her speak. "I'd like a double chai capuccino, please." Oh, My God! I'd recognize that amazing voice anywhere. It was My Goddess. She was in my store, standing about four feet away from me. I was dumbfounded and immobile. All I could do was slowly approach her from behind, trying to get a smell of her and a look at her adorable face. Just as I came within a foot of her, she suddenly turned around and looked straight into my eyes, scaring me. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. Her skin was pale and clear, her eyes were bright and blue, her lips, even without lipstick were pink and full. Her forehead and neck were covered with perspiration. I could only imagine what the rest of her body must have tasted or looked like, as I had imagined thousands of times before. It really was My Goddess, Rose McGowan. "Hi," she brightly said, smiling at me and destroying me with her charm and grace. "Hi," I said. "Did you order a chai cappuccino?" "Yes, why?" Rose said. "I can't imagine those being any good. Are they?" is all I could muster. "You get used to them. They're not really that good, but they're all I can allow myself to have. I've constantly got to watch my weight," said the goddess. I had controlled myself and acted normal as long as I could. I couldn't refrain from being a freak any longer. "I'm beyond a huge fan of yours, Miss McGowan. I've adored you for as long as I can remember. I'm just catatonic right now. Please forgive me for saying anything inappropriate. I probably can't help myself." Rose laughed and looked so amazingly beautiful in doing so. She gave me a sideways grin and tilted her head a bit before saying to me, "I think you're handling it all quite well. I'm impressed." Shit! She was flirting with me! Rose McGowan, a total and ultimate babe who could have any man on the planet in any way she chose was flirting with me! But it wasn't a romantic type of flirting. It was more of a "You're cute when you're adoring me -- keep it up!" kind of flirting. "I.....I.... I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's just that I've dreamed of this day for so long. I don't really know what to say. I'm so confused and amazed. You're such a huge part of my life. It's not fair to you. I'm so very sorry." Rose looked at me with pity and with amusement. Kind of the way a cat looks at a ball of yarn. Finally she said, "I'm used to it. I have a pretty serious effect on a lot of guys. And some women, too. Do you believe that?" "Oh, yes. I sure do. I can barely stand to look at you." We both smiled and giggled a little. "Could you stand to sit with me while I drink this cappucino?" Rose asked. "Yes, I'll try," I said to her. She led me to one of the tables. It was the one in the far back corner of the store. We sat while she sipped her cappucino. "So, what's your name, Honey?" she asked me. She was so poised and accustomed to interacting with admirers. The "Honey" almost made me a puddle on the floor, but I managed to answer her. "It's Jeff, Miss McGowan." I think I like it best when you call me "Ma'am". Is that OK, Jeff?" asked Rose. "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you," I replied. "So, Jeff, I'm interested in this fascination you have with me. Would you mind telling me about it?" She was toying with me, fishing for compliments and adoration. I didn't mind. I had been waiting to be her catnip for so long. "Well....of course you're beautiful. But that's not all of it. You have something, some quality, which makes me want to make you happy. I don't know what it is. A command, a presence, an air about you, a strength. That's what it is, I guess. An emotional strength. Of course, since I don't know you, it's just my imagination. I imagine you're strong. And demanding. And I love that about you. I need to be around someone who is strong. I'm not strong myself often enough. I'm more of a follower than a leader. Especially when it comes to you, Ma'am." I caught myself blushing. Rose pondered this for a little while, then said, "So you want me to take charge of you, is that it, Jeff?" I was afraid to answer. If I said, "No", nothing I had previously said would make any sense. If I said, "Yes", she would think I'm some kind of freak -a pussywhipped, submissive slave to my feelings for her. In the nanosecond I had to decide which to answer, I decided the truth was better than a lie. "Yes, Ma'am," I blurted out. I was afraid to look at her. I was afraid she would be sneering, or getting up to walk away. After all, what breathtaking woman would want to be with a man who didn't have the backbone to stand up to her, or to even attempt to be on equal footing with her? "Look at me," she commanded. I lifted my face to see her smiling at me and her eyes actually dancing. "Do you think you're the first pussyboy to beg me to tell him what to do?" I was speechless. Finally she said, "This is your last chance to answer me or I'm gone, bitch." "N.N.N.No, Ma'am. I mean.....I imagine you have many men approach you in many ways. I'm not trying to approach you, Ma'am. I know I don't deserve to spend time with you. Forgive me, please." Rose smirked. But I could tell she was happy. "You're right. Lots of guys feed me lines of all kinds. Some of them tell me they'd do anything for me. That covers a lot of territory. I have a great imagination and can be a real ball-buster when I want to be. But almost all of them think they're going to find a way to fuck me. That's what they want. Is that what you want, Jeffie?" "Oh, My God, no!" I said to her. "I would never presume to be someone who would be capable of satisfying you that way. I'm not man enough or confidant enough to even try." Now she laughed. "At least you know your place. And I believe you, unlike most men. I really do think you're a pathetic pussy who loves me and worships me as his supreme goddess. Am I right, Baby?" I would have told her I was the Pillsbury Dough Boy if that's what she wanted me to be. "Yes, Ma'am. I am that man. Definitely. You're all I ever think about. Especially when I'm alone." "That sounds dirty. Is it, Jeff? Do you have dirty thoughts about me? About my body?" asked Rose. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I can't help myself." My eyes started to tear up. I was so afraid of losing her. "Don't worry so much. I can understand why you have those thoughts. I'm going to give you a break. Maybe I'll tell you why later. Maybe I won't. Come to my house tonight at midnight. Get me a pen and paper and I'll write the address down for you." The next thirteen hours were a blur to me. I didn't know if I was coming or going, or where I was or what I was doing. I only knew that at midnight I would be with My Goddess. Hopefully, I could do something wonderful for her. I rang Rose's doorbell at 11:59 PM. Surprisingly, she answered the door. "Get in here," she commanded. "I've given the help the night off. I'm not sure I ever want you to be seen by people who work for me. They might lose respect for me." My Goddess looked stunning. She was wearing a champagne-colored silk camisole with spaghetti straps. It was cut low enough that her deep cleavage held my eyes in place. Her breasts were hanging loose inside and her nipples brushed the fabric to occasionally poke through to be seen. Her short pleated skirt was half off, hanging down on one side and up on the other. She was wearing strappy black, pointy heels of about five-inches' height. I could tell she had been drinking and was a little tipsy, but still in complete control of the situation. As I walked into a huge parlor, I saw a rather large man standing in the middle of the room, holding a martini glass. "Toby, this is Jeff, the sissy I told you about. He's here for a tryout. He wants to be my slave. What do you think of that?" Toby scrambled for words, I could tell. "I don't blame him, Rose. Any man would want to spend time with you, no matter what his role would be." I could tell Rose liked Toby's answer. "Toby just got done fucking me with his huge cock," Rose announced. "He's really quite a man. He's ten times the man you are, I'm sure. I haven't seen what you've got yet. But no man with an adequate cock could be as pathetic as you, could he?. Am I right, Jeffiebitch?" Rose was smiling as she was taunting me. "Of course you're right, Mistress Rose. I think I'm just lucky to be on the same planet as you, Ma'am, and that you should fuck whoever makes you happy," I said. Rose's expression turned sour and she walked up to me and slapped me so hard across the face that I almost fell over. "In this house you will always be on your knees unless I tell you otherwise. Your face must always be lower than my waist. And you will refer to me as 'Goddess Rose', not 'Ma'am'. Do you understand, slut?" I quickly dropped to my knees and looked up at her and stammered, "Yes, Goddess Rose. I'm so very sorry. Please forgive me." "Fuck, no, I won't forgive you. You're a shiteating faggot and I hate you, you asshole. You don't know your place, that's your problem. You are so far below us you can't know how sick it makes us to be in the same room as you. Isn't that right, Toby?" "That's right, Darling," said Toby. "He is total shit." Rose giggled and caught her balance on a white couch as she was falling to the ground. "Now get the fuck out of here," she said to Toby. "I have a lot of training to do." As soon as Toby left, Rose appeared to warm up to me. "Get me another drink. And stay on your knees or I'll really hurt you. I mean REALLY hurt you. Oh, I forgot. Would you like a drink?" "If it would please you to see me drinking, yes, I definitely would enjoy a drink," I offered. "Sure, why not?" she said. She was holding her old drink in her hand. I could see that it had only about a half-inch of scotch and water left in it. Rose then snorted up some phlegm and spit it into the glass. "Here, you'll love this," she said, giggling. "Yes, Goddess Rose. Thank you so much.," I stammered, taking a large gulp of the mixture in the glass. . I crawled over to the bar and saw that the scotch bottle was open. I hoped it had been Rose who drank scotch and not just Toby. It was difficult to use the tongs while on my knees, but somehow I managed to lift some ice cubes into a clean glass and pour some scotch over them. I crawled back to Rose's feet and offered the drink to her. Rose accepted the drink and sat down on the couch, with her legs crossed and heels pointing right at me. "Take off your clothes," she ordered. I obeyed, although it was not easy to take my pants off and stay on my knees. I slid them off, revealing that I was wearing panties. "What the fuck are those, Darling?" asked My Goddess. "They're little girls' panties, Goddess Rose. I usually wear them. I hope it's OK with you." Rose laughed for quite a long time. I loved hearing her laugh. I loved listening to her being so happy. "Fuck. You are quite a trip, Jeffie. For your information, when you are in my house you will wear only panties. But they will be my panties. Ones I've worn recently and haven't cleaned. From now on there will no other women for you. Not even fantasies about other women. I am your entire life - at least your entire female life. Do you understand, faggot?" "Yes, Goddess Rose. I understand and am honored that you would let the same cloth touch me that has touched you. Where will I find these precious panties?" "They will be upstairs in the clothes hamper in my bedroom closet. You may walk upstairs now, find a pair and put them on, then come back down here and kneel at my feet. Oh, I want to see you finish your drink first." I gulped down every drop of liquid in the glass. "Was it good, Honey?" My Goddess asked. "Delicious, Goddess Rose. Thank you so much." With that I crawled over to the staircase and stood up so I could climb the stairs to the bedroom. When I came back downstairs wearing a pair of Rose's panties, she was sitting on the couch in the same position as when I left her -- legs crossed. And she was smoking a cigarette. I dropped to my knees when I left the staircase and crawled over to position myself at her feet. "Cute," is all Rose said when she saw me wearing her panties. "Do you like wearing my clothes, Honey?" "I love wearing your clothes, Goddess Rose, I replied. "It makes me feel close to you." "In your dreams, Baby. Ha Ha. You men are all alike, aren't you?" "Yes, Goddess Rose. When it comes to our feelings for you, I guess we are." "You really love me, don't you?' Rose asked. "Yes, Goddess Rose. I really do love you. I love everything about you," I admitted. "So you're pussywhipped. Is that it?" "Yes, Goddess Rose. I certainly am pussywhipped. But it's more than that. I'm addicted to you -- to the sight of you, to the taste and smell of you." "You poor bitch. You're never getting any of this, you know. You'll have to content yourself with the feel of my foot, or the smell of my panties, or the taste of my sweat. Only guys like Toby will ever feel the wetness of my cunt or the caress of my lips. Does that bother you?" "I'm happy if you're happy, Goddess Rose. The small treats you give me are enough to make my life worth living. I could never hope to give you the pleasure other men can give you," I admitted. "Then why do I keep you around? Why do I toy with you?" asked Rose. "I don't know, Goddess Rose. I'm not smart enough to figure that out. I only know I'm so grateful that you do." "You need to know why I spend any time with you at all, Jeffie," said Rose. "It's important." Now she was being serious. "OK, Goddess Rose. I'd love you to tell me," I said. "Even though I'm beautiful and smart and could have about anything I wanted, sexually or otherwise, I'm a little insecure. I need someone around who I know craves me, loves me, wants me, unconditionally and even in the face of great pain and cruelty. Someone who is so pussywhipped that he'd do anything, just to get me to acknowledge his existence. I want to be worshipped and adored, no matter what I do to you or how I treat you. Is that understood?" "Yes, Goddess Rose. I live to worship and serve you." It was the truth and I wasn't afraid to admit it. "Good, now lay on your back and put one foot on either side of me, resting on the couch," Rose instructed. I did as Rose instructed. I was opening my legs in front of her so my panties and cock were directly in front of her and her dangling foot. She was staring at my crotch and my cock, whose tip was protruding above the top of her panties. "Why are you so hard, little boy? Have you been touching yourself?" Rose asked. "No, Goddess Rose. I haven't been. I would think I'd need your permission to do that. I'm hard because I'm near you and I'm wearing your precious panties. They feel so good to me," I honestly answered. Rose smirked, put one foot on the floor, stood up and placed the other shoe's toe directly on the head of my cock and her heel directly on my balls. Then she shifted her weight so she was pushing on my balls with her heel, digging it into my sac. "Do you like it when I touch you, faggot?" she asked. "Oh, yes, Goddess Rose." It was difficult to make sentences because the pain was excruciating. "I can't believe you're touching me. My Goddess is touching me!" Rose giggled a bit as the ash from her cigarette landed on my face. She began to rock her foot back-and-forth, putting her weight first on my cock, then on my balls. I couldn't help but groan and gasp in pain. "I thought you liked that, bitch. Do you want me to stop?" asked Rose. "No, Goddess Rose. Please don't stop. Ever. I'm begging you. Please," I said, knowing it would amuse her. Then, keeping her one foot on my crotch, she lifted the other one and started walking on my chest. Except she stopped when her heel reached my nipple. She dug it in. I have no idea how she was able to keep her balance, but she did, although her ashes continued to find their way onto me and she spilled a little scotch on me. "So, fucker, am I stronger than you?" she asked. "Are you going to thank me for that nice little boner I've given you?" She continued tormenting me and soliciting rhetorical answers from me for several minutes. When she got tired of toying with me she announced it was time for bed. I didn't exactly know what she meant by that, but I wasn't even thinking of getting lucky - at least not in the traditional way. She walked up the stairs, taking her clothes off and leaving them laying on the stairwell as she went. I followed closely behind her, enjoying the heavenly view. When we arrived at the top of the stairs, she was wearing only panties and high heels. It's ironic that she was wearing that attire, since it's what she later insisted I wear when I cleaned her house. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The sight of her standing over me, with her nipples pointing straight up to the heavens and her eyes looking straight down at me with ridicule and disgust, her jet black hair, alabaster face and blood red lips......it was the singular greatest moment of my life. "I'm going to bed now. You may sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. If you need covers or a pillow, use some of the clothes from my hamper. There will be NO CUMMING without my permission. Is that understood?" Rose wasn't willing to relinquish control, not even while she was sleeping. "Yes, Goddess Rose. Thank you," I muttered. With that she kicked off her shoes and crawled under her covers and turned out the light next to her bed. As I lay there in the dark, listening to my goddess breathing and, eventually snoring, I took stock of my position relative to the one I was in at this time a day earlier. I had been alone, as usual, in my apartment, in bed, thinking about how beautiful Rose was and wishing I could be near her. I had an erection and was touching it, hoping to relieve myself so I could go to sleep. Now, twenty-four hours later, I was sleeping next to Rose (kind of), wearing her panties, with an erection. But I wasn't allowed to touch it or achieve release. But tonight I had fresh and vivid memories of the amazing beauty of her body, her cruelty, her knowledge of my shortcomings as a man and a future filled with hope that she would continue to let me amuse, serve and worship her. I think I was now better off than before, don't you? Life with Rose Ch. 02 The next day I reported to Rose's house immediately following my shift at the coffee store. It was about 4:30 PM when I arrived. A pleasant-faced Hispanic woman dressed in a black maid's uniform greeted me at the door. "Miss McGowan wants you to get dressed and join her at poolside," she reported. I was buoyed by this instruction. I was afraid that, during our time apart, Rose would have tired of me and lost interest in my servitude. I ran up the stairs, stripped, fished a pair of Rose's worn panties out of the hamper and put them on. I was hard again. I don't know how long it would be before wearing Rose's clothes didn't have an effect on me, but I bet it would be a long time. While in her hamper, I noticed a bra she had worn and couldn't help but look at the size. It was 34C. It was perfect, just like Rose's body. I walked down the stairs, but crawled across the floor, out the door and across the concrete to where Rose was laying in a chaise lounge. When I finally reached her I could see she was totally naked. I had never seen her female triangle before. It was as beautiful as I had imagined. Surprisingly, it had more hair on it than I expected. It wasn't bushy, but it was trimmed neatly and definitely wasn't short. It extended higher up than I thought would be possible with all the modeling and photo shoots Rose did. She had been lying there for some time and was covered with sweat from the hot sun. Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon was playing on the sound system. "Heh, bitch. How was your day?" My Goddess asked me. "It was wonderful, Goddess Rose. I knew I would see you tonight, so my day was perfect," I replied. "Ah. Aren't you sweet?" Rose said. "So you missed me, huh?" "More than I ever thought would be possible, Goddess Rose. More than I've ever missed anyone in my life," I said. "Crawl closer to me, Honey. Come over here," she instructed. I obeyed. When my face got close to hers, she leaned her gorgeous head over and gave me the best kiss of my lifetime. It was right on the mouth. It was wet. Soon she stuck her tongue down my throat and licked my tongue with her tongue. I was shellshocked. "See. I'm not so bad, am I, Pussy?" she asked. "You've never been bad to me, Goddess Rose. And if you ever are, I know you have a good reason. I love you." I couldn't help myself. After that kiss I had to say it. It was all I could think about -- about how very much I loved her. Rose grinned without saying anything. She paused for a moment, then grabbed the back of my head. She pulled it over to the place between her open legs and pushed my face into her sweaty and hairy cunt. I began to kiss her as a continuation of that amazing kiss. I French kissed her slit, pushing my tongue into her. I licked her lips, suckled on them. I soon played with her beautiful pink clit with the tip of my tongue until it got hard, then I suckled on it. Rose opened her legs more for me, then wrapped them around my face and neck. Soon I felt a very hard kick in my back. It was from Rose's heel. She kicked me very hard about four times in my lower back. I was compelled to lick deeper and harder, push my tongue deeper into her. I felt her begin to rock up and down on my mouth. She started making noises I had longed to hear for so very long. Grunting and panting. Soon she rolled me over onto my back and sat on my face, making sure her pussy lips were directly on my mouth. She stretched her legs out. I ate her out as best I could. I made love to her pussy like I was hungry for it. Duh! I was famished. Soon the slides she made up and down my face got longer and longer. She was scratching my mouth and nose with her beautiful pubic hair. She was getting what she wanted from me -- lots of kissing and sucking. Eventually Rose opened her legs to straddle my face and pushed into me as hard as any girl had ever done. She was raping my mouth and I loved it. She smelled of sweat and vagina and I couldn't get enough. Her groans and panting got louder and faster and soon...."Uh-huh, uh-huh, oh, FUCK!" came from my goddess' lips. I felt the flow of a sticky liquid cover my lips and teeth. I opened my mouth so I could lick it with my tongue, to taste it. Rose rolled off of me and lay on her back, still panting. I've never been so happy. That was clear. I watched her beautiful chest heave up and down, glistening with droplets of sweat rolling down the sides of her torso. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her mouth........Wow! "What do you think, stud?" she finally asked. "I think I'm the luckiest person in the universe. How did this happen?" I asked. "It happened because I was horny. I wanted to cum and there was no real man or woman around. So you got lucky. That's how it happened. It may never happen again. In fact, it probably won't. So enjoy the memory, perv. You're back to being dogshit again. You must want to cum really badly, don't you?" I answered in the affirmative. She could see my cock was bulging out of her panties. It was fat and long. "Too fucking bad, whore. I don't want to see you cumming. It would make me throw up. So you won't cum. Is that understood?" the goddess asked. "Yes, Goddess Rose. Thank you," I replied. I was aching like I had never ached in my life. Before I began to serve Rose, I would jerk off whenever I damned well wanted to. I wasn't used to being hard and not being permitted to cum. But I understood Rose's joy in controlling my pleasure center. It gave her ultimate power over me. She certainly had it. She literally had me by the balls. God! She was so gorgeous. It wasn't possible anyone could be as good-looking as she was at this very moment. I told her so. "Yeah, that's what all men say. 'You're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. You're so beautiful when you're cumming' It's all bullshit. You're not bullshitting me, are you, freak?" "Oh, no, Goddess Rose. I'm being totally truthful. You've never been more gorgeous to me than you are right now." "Whatever. I don't give a shit about what you think. Now get me a drink. Mimi knows what I want." I crawled into the kitchen and found Mimi. "Goddess Rose would like a drink, please. She said you'd know what she wants." Mimi looked down at me as if it was perfectly natural to see a grown man crawling across the floor, wearing only women's panties. I guess she had seen it before. She quietly mixed up a tall Greyhound and handed it down to me. I crawled back to Rose and handed it to her. She had jumped into the pool and jumped out again during the time I was gone. When I handed her the drink she said nothing. She sat in a chair, next to a small table and lit up a cigarette. I crawled to her feet and knelt silently beside her. "Lay on your back," said Rose. I obeyed. With the back of my head resting on the concrete, she positioned both her feet on my face. I was a footrest for her lovely feet. "You want to suck my toes, don't you?" Rose asked me. "Yes, Goddess Rose. Of course I want to suck your toes. I've always wanted to suck your toes," I replied. "OK. Go for it," she said. With that she pushed the big toe of her right foot into my mouth and slowly withdrew it. She teased the edged of my mouth with it, then pushed it back into my mouth so I could suck it some more. She giggled. Before we could get into this symbolic game, Mimi walked through the French doors and said, "Miss McGowan, you have a guest." Just then a beautiful woman with long brown hair and amazing teeth walked out onto the patio. She was wearing a white halter top and red shorts, white socks and red tennis shoes. "Hilary!" shouted Rose, as she got up and ran to her guest. Even though Rose was completely naked, she embraced Hilary Swank as if she were fully clothed. Rose wasn't easily embarrassed. "Baby, I hope you don't mind my dropping by unexpectedly like this," said Hilary "No, not at all. Nothing is going on here. What would you like to drink? Mimi will get it for you." "How about a vodka sour?" asked Hilary. "Mimi," said Rose. "Yes, Miss McGowan. Coming right up." Mimi disappeared into the kitchen. "Were you sunbathing?" asked Hilary. "Yes, I was. And I was working on training my new slave, Jeff. That's him over there." She pointed to me. "You and your bitches. I've never seen a girl so served and worshipped in my life," she said. "Ha ha. What can I say? I'm a goddess." They both laughed. Hilary was quite a goddess herself. She had a body that I had admired for a long time. She was strong, sexy, gorgeous and smart. She was the kind of woman I'd jerk off thinking about. But I had both hands full with My Goddess. And, like she had told me, there would never be any other woman for me except Rose. "Why don't you join me in the pool, Honey?" asked Rose of Hilary. "Well, maybe I will. Sounds like fun," replied Hilary. "Great. You know the house rules here. I'll get in first." It turns out that the house rules were that there would be no clothing worn in the pool. Everyone had to go into the water completely naked. Hilary had visited Rose before and knew that. From my vantage point on my knees beside the chair in which Rose had been sitting and resting her feet on my face, I could watch Hilary Swank peel off every article of clothing she had been wearing. Talk about golden globes! Her breasts were long and firm. The were perfect for suckling and I imagine Rose was thinking exactly the same thing. Hilary slowly walked down the stairs into the shallow end of the pool. Then she started walking towards Rose. Rose walked towards her and met her at about the four-feet-deep area. They didn't speak. They merely lip locked and tongue wrestled into the most passionate kiss I've ever witnessed. It was like they hadn't eaten for two weeks and were finally getting to consume something delicious. The kiss lasted for what seemed to be about ten minutes. Then they backed their mouths off each other and just hugged. They were talking to each other, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I wish I could have. Then Rose pushed Hilary, leading her backwards into the more shallow water. When they were in the two-feet-deep water, Rose got down on her knees and began to kiss Hilary's butt and thighs. Soon Hilary opened her legs and Rose was dining at the all-you-can-eat buffet. Hilary dragged Rose over to the pool steps where she sat down, opened her legs all the way and Rose, on her knees, was able to munch easily. Hilary wrapped her legs around Rose's neck, much like Rose had done to me earlier that day. But Hilary didn't kick Rose in the back. She caressed her with her legs -- cuddled and hugged her with them. Rose just continued to kiss and suck and lick the beautiful snatch in front of her. Eventually Hilary put her hands on the step behind her and held herself up with her arms. She spread her legs wider and started to say some wonderful words. "Oh, Honey. Kiss me. It feels so good. Lick. Yeah. Yeah. That's it. Harder. Eat it." And then, "Uh-huh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Uh. GGggg. Ga! Uh! Nnnn. Uh!" She was fucking Rose's face. And Rose loved it. Who wouldn't? Rose stayed down on Hilary until Hilary exploded into her mouth. I think she kicked Rose's back, but only inadvertently, as part of the act of cumming. After the explosion, Hilary offered Rose her hand, to pull her out of the water. "That's exactly what I needed, Darling. How did you know?" "Ha. Ha. That's so funny. Do you think I did that because that's what you needed? Honey, that's what I needed!" Her eyes were dancing as she looked into Hilary's eyes. The two girls sat on the steps for a while, with Rose's arm around Hilary. They kissed occasionally. It was a beautiful thing to see. I felt privileged. And my cock was so hard and ready to cum I really was in pain! I started to crawl towards the kitchen door, hoping to sneak into the bathroom to relieve the pressure, undetected by My Goddess. Soon I heard, "Where do you think you're going, bitch?" "Uh. Uh...I need to go to the bathroom, Goddess Rose," I honestly answered. "Why?" she asked. "Why? Because I need to pee, of course, Goddess Rose." "Get over here now," she instructed. I crawled over to the feet of the two goddesses who were now sitting in chairs by the table. ."Roll over onto your back," Rose ordered. There it was. The evidence. "Were you watching us in the pool, slut?" asked my goddess. "Yes, Goddess Rose. I was. Thank you." "You fucking perv. You got a little hard-on and think you need to jerk off, don't you?" Hilary started laughing at that. "Well, Goddess Rose, I'm afraid I'm in quite a lot of discomfort. Yes. But I'd never cum without your permission." "Honey," she said, talking to Hilary. "What do you think? Shall we let the bitch cum?" "I don't know," Hilary answered. "It's so boring and sickening watching a guy pull on his dick and shoot out that disgusting stuff. Maybe we could make it more interesting." "I like how you think, Sister," Rose said to Hilary. "Tell me more." "How about he cums on our feet, then licks them clean? I've heard of other girls getting that done for them, but I never have," Hilary said. "Fuck, is that really true? You've never had that done for you? Poor Baby!" Rose said to her girlfriend. "OK, bitch. You got lucky today. It's the second time, isn't it," Rose said with a sly grin. "Take off those panties, stuff them into your mouth and jerk off on Lady Hilary's feet. Then clean them up and swallow every sickening drop." "Yes, Goddess Rose. Thank you so much," I stammered. "I'm going into the house to freshen up. Besides, I can't watch -- I might throw up. If he gives you any trouble, kick him in the balls or slap him or do whatever you want to do. He means less than nothing to me." "Ok, Hun. I'm sure I'll be fine," said Hilary to Rose. As Rose walked away, Hilary, sitting in the chair with her legs crossed and one foot dangling in front of me said, "OK. Let's see what you can do." She put tremendous pressure on me to perform. You know what effect that had! So it took me a little while of stroking and slapping my shaft to get long and hard again. After I was aroused, I started rubbing the head of my cock on the top of Hilary's foot -- the dangling one. She got into it by pressing the bottom of her foot against my shaft, and moving it up and down. I groaned in appreciation. Eventually I turned my attention to the top of her foot and began pushing the tip of my cock between her toes, getting comfortable being in between them. It must have looked odd to her to watch me fucking her foot and hearing me make noises as if I was fucking her pussy. My moans and groans got louder and more rhythmic. I rocked back and forth and pushed in and pulled out. Soon I had pulled out from between her toes and was right on the top of her foot, close to cumming. At that point she moved her other foot up to my mouth so I could kiss it and suck her big toe. Hilary was getting excited. I could hear it in her voice and from what she was saying to me. "So you like to suck, do you?" "Oh, yes, Lady Hilary. I love to suck," I admitted. "So you're a toe sucker. Are you a cock sucker, too?" she asked. "Uh, I guess so. I haven't yet. But I'd like to. I'd love you to see my first time," I admitted to her. "Ha ha. I'm sure if you stay with Rose for very long you'll get your big chance. She's told me some of the things her other slaves do for her and that's almost always one of them." "Other slaves?" I thought to myself. I had never thought about the possibility that she had other slaves, but I guess there was no reason why she wouldn't. I couldn't stop myself, I was cumming and cumming hard. I shot large gobs of goo all over Hilary's foot. It flowed down, in between her toes and some of it hit the ground. I quickly placed my tongue on the bottom of her foot in an attempt to catch the cum that was falling down between her toes. I continued to lick between her toes and slurp off the top of her foot, making sure I looked up at her face often enough so she could see the cum on my tongue and in my mouth, and the fact I was swallowing it. She pushed the bottom of her foot onto my face, pushing me back onto my hands. My cock was reloading and pointed straight at her pussy. "Is there anything you wouldn't do for Rose, or for me? Hilary asked. "No, Lady Hilary. Nothing," I answered truthfully. "I may ask Rose if I could borrow you sometime. And I'd have amazingly nasty things for you to do at my house. Would you like that, bitch?" "More than I would ever admit to Goddess Rose, Lady Hilary. I don't want to offend her in any way. She can be so cruel. She's very strong." Hilary laughed at that. "I imagine. She's an amazing woman. I love her." "So do I, Lady Hilary," I admitted. I sucked toes and licked and swallowed cum from her foot until it was clean. Then she tried to tease my cock back to life with her foot, playing with the shaft and my balls with it. It felt good. I think she was having a good time. It was hard to tell. She wasn't like Rose. She wasn't as experienced at this sort of thing and wasn't as naturally sadistic. I could tell she wanted to be. She might some day be a wonderful domme. But not yet. But she was so beautiful and sexy. I wanted to spend more time with her. Just then I came back to reality. "Did you have a good time, Darling?" I heard over my shoulder. It was My Goddess' voice. "Yeah, it was fun. It seems he's quite hungry for cum all the time. At least that's what he told me," said Hilary. "Is that so?" Rose's interest was piqued. "That might be a big asset for me. I was going to toss you out today, but, if you're a cum eater I may have some more use for you, faggot," said Rose. "Thank you, Goddess Rose," is all I could think to say. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what could be going through her gorgeous head. I was scared. TO BE CONTINUED Life with Rose Ch. 03 Part 3: Rose's Revenge "I've got to be going, Rose," said Hilary Swank. "My agent, Max, is throwing a party at his house tonight. Attendance is mandatory." "You don't have to be there for a while, do you? After all, you're a big star. Let's check out my bedroom for an hour or so," Rose suggested. "I wish I could, Honey," Hilary said. "Do you? Do you really?" teased Rose, as she brushed Hilary's cheeks with the back of her hand, then circled her mouth with her index finger. Hilary opened her mouth and began to suck Rose's index finger. Then she licked it with her tongue in long, deliberate strokes. Rose was about to explode with joy. "I need you right now!" said Rose. Hilary stopped sucking and licking and put her arms around Rose, giving her a long and sweet hug. "I'm sorry, Baby. I've used up all the time I have today. I'll come back later, I promise." Rose pulled away and looked at Hilary with tears in her eyes. She was so upset she couldn't speak. She just grabbed Hilary's hand and walked her toward the doorway. Hilary continued to walk through the front door and out of the house. I had never seen Rose so morose. It was as if she was grieving. She looked amazing. I wondered what she would do to get over her grief. I soon found out. She took her cell phone out of her purse and pushed one digit. Holding it up to her ear she said, "Get over here now. Bring makeup. You know how to dress." I knelt, wearing just Rose's panties, in the foyer for about a half hour. Rose was upstairs in her bedroom doing something. I could hear noises that sounded like furniture moving. The doorbell rang. Mimi didn't seem to be anywhere in the house. The doorbell rang again. "Answer the fucking doorbell, bitch," I heard from upstairs. I crawled to the front door and pulled it open. Standing in front of me was a beautiful girl -- a girl I readily recognized. It was Reese Witherspoon. She looked unlike I had ever seen her look in the movies. I almost didn't recognize her. But I was stunned with how sexy and slutty she appeared. I had always imagined her this way, but never thought I'd see her look so delicious. She was wearing a halter top that showed off a considerable amount of tummy, a denim mini skirt and five-inch black heels. She was wearing a considerable amount of lipstick and eye shadow and large hooped earrings. Reese was holding a shopping bag. She looked down at me and said, "Hi. I'm Reese. Is Rose in?" I looked up at her from my kneeling position and said, "Hi, I'm Jeff. Yes, come in, she's upstairs." As we walked up the stairs, My Goddess asked, "Who is it, Jeffie?" I replied, "Goddess Rose, it's Reese." Rose said, "Oh, Reese! What a surprise. I wonder why she's here?" As we entered Rose's bedroom we saw the goddess. She was wearing a navy blue sports bra and pink sweat pants. Her feet were bare. Her raven hair was a bit disheveled, but was gloriously radiant. She walked up to Reese and gave her a hug. "Girl, what are you doing here," Rose asked her. "Well, I'm a bit embarrassed," Reese admitted. "Why is that, Darling?" queried Rose. "I've been having dreams about you all week. And when I woke up I couldn't stop thinking about you. You've become an obsession with me and I just had to see you, be with you." The girl blushed. "So you're hungry for me?" asked the Goddess. Reese started to cry. Huge tears ran down her face. Embarrassed, she admitted it. "Yes," she said. "Aw. That is so sweet. Show me, Honey," Rose commanded. With that, the girl got down on her knees in front of Rose and started to kiss her feet -- first the bottoms, then the tops. They were dirty since Rose had walked around for several hours barefoot. That didn't stop the girl from licking and sucking every toe on Rose's feet. She pulled Rose's sweatpants off, revealing the fact Rose was wearing a pair of white boy panties. But Reese was obsessed with Rose's legs, kissing and licking them incessantly. Rose bent them and rested one on Reese's shoulder. She just laid back and enjoyed the kissing the girl was putting on her. As time passed, I could tell Rose wanted those kisses to get closer to her sweet spot. So she wrapped both legs around the girl's neck and drew her face into her crotch, where Rose knew it belonged and where Reese obviously wanted to be. "If you want to make out with me, make out with me. Pull my panties off, girl, and go for it," Rose observed. Reese obeyed her mistress. Once the panties were off, Rose opened her legs up more, revealing a wet and furry slit for Reese to kiss and lick and a pink button for her to suck. Reese couldn't get enough. She kissed and she licked Rose up and down and she suckled on her clittie as if it was a tit. Soon Rose was kicking Reese in the back and pushing forward, into her mouth. Then Rose got what she had wanted all along. It was the reason she had phoned Reese right after Hilary had left. "Tell me how much you want it. Beg for it, bitch. That is, if you really do want it, Honey." Reese started to cry again. That was one thing Rose loved about her, I'm sure. Reese could start crying at the drop of a hat. "Oh, fuck, Goddess Rose. I'm so in love with you. I can't get enough of your precious cunt in my mouth. It's what I dream of before I go to sleep every night. It's what I think about when I see other pretty girls -- your heavenly cunt. It's all I ever want until I die. I'm just in love with it. What more can I say, Mistress? Please. Please. Please let me worship it and love it. I'm sooooo sooooo very hungry for your cum. I'll starve if you don't give me some. It's the center of my world -- my universe." "You really get hungry for me when you see a pretty girl?" Rose asked her slave. "I start to salivate and imagine I'm going down on you like this, Goddess Rose," said Reese. Rose hesitated and let the girl bury her tongue deep up inside her before she spoke again. "You're not pretty enough to interest me. I've got prettier, smarter and sexier who are hungrier for me and are better at eating me out." With that, Rose put one foot on Reese's face and pushed her off of her and over onto her back and onto the hardwood floor. "If you want to use her for anything, Jeff, go ahead. Just make sure the place is cleaned up when I get home," Rose said to me. I was tempted. Reese Witherspoon available to me for whatever I wanted. I was afraid Rose was testing me -- to see if I wanted any girl other than her. I knew I'd be punished if I showed interest in Reese. So I walked away, leaving the Oscar winner crying on the floor. TO BE CONTINUED Life with Rose TO BE CONTINUED