Evolution in 8 months

4.45 pm already!, shit I'm running out of time, I quickly setup Sir's coffee, his favourite cup, ready to pour, 2 and a half teaspoons of Moccona Classic, being careful to add just the right amount of milk, why can't he just be normal and have 2 teaspoons? Because that would be too easy, that's why, fuck I love him, he's always been like this, after 21 years I should be used to it by now, but now it's different, very different. I flick the chrome lever on the jug and make my way to the loo. 4.50pm, what the hell? Did it just take me 5 minutes to setup 2 coffees? I quickly have a pee, desperately hoping a poo doesn't want to follow, ahhhh it feels like I've been holding my bladder forever, yes! Yay no need for number 2, but I better get my ass into gear! 4.53pm, I quickly get out of my work clothes, thick work pants and a long sleeve hi vis shirt, bleh so heavy and restricting after a long hot day, I get the temp of the water just right and slip into the shower, no time to fuck around and have a bit of a play, a quick and thorough scrub, making sure not to get my hair wet too much, that would just add too much time, I grab a towel and head to the room I realise I havnt asked Sir if I can remove my day collar before my shower, fuck fuck fuck, it's fine it's only 4.58, he always checks his messages the moment he walks out the door at work, well almost always...... Shit what outfit did I wear yesterday, ahhh pink dress, ok schoolgirl it is, never fails, I scramble into the uniform and quickly redo my hair into pigtails, so glad he doesn't mind my hair a bit messy, just how a slut would look he said. I make my way outside onto the verandah and position myself at the top of the stairs. 5.01pm, ding! Sirs message, "Yes you may remove your collar, no schoolgirl" Shit! I must've worn it already this week! I quickly scramble to my feet and race to our room, tear off my outfit and rip the wardrobe open, day collar off and frantically look for something I havnt worn this week. Ding! Message from Sir "actually I've had a cunt of a day, schoolgirl and stockings girl" The fear of not being ready in time has me wet, very wet. Sir's 7 minute drive home will be even less if he's grumpy, I know he's done it in 4 minutes flat before, I grab my white collared shirt and skirt and unhook one of my night collars from the bedpost, hurriedly pulling up my skirt and almost falling over as I make my way to the door. Just as I barge through the door I hear it, the ute, its coming up the main road, I look desperately at the traffic lights at the end of our street, please please please turn red, they are green. They stay green. Thankful Sir has a thing for slutty schoolgirls, as I never would've had time to get all my buttons done up I think to myself as I hook the clasp together on the heart chain collar. As the ute roars up the hill toward our house, I close my knees together, my feet apart on the top step, I place my hands flat on the verandah, arch my back, push out my chest and put on my best smile. Sir comes to a halt in the driveway, let's the car idle for a moment, before turning it off, the ticking noise of the exhaust cooling with the sudden change of temperature appears to match the movements of Sir rubbing his temples, oh he really has had a bad day. Although I can't see his eyes through his shades, he looks up at me and I can see his blood is boiling. Slowly he raises his sunglasses, perching them on top of his head, looking through the windscreen and up at me, and stares at me, such fire in his eyes, I can feel the intensity from here, my wetness is not contained in my pussy anymore, my clit is throbbing and pulsing. His eyes still fixated on me, he exits the ute, without removing his gaze, he locks the door, arches his back and stretches just a bit. 4 strides and he's at the base of the steps, looking up at me, those eyes, those eyes I first saw when I was just 11 years old, he was 13, fuck me now please Sir. "You look so hot sitting there like that!, my day has been shit, but seeing you, just makes it all disappear, I love you, very much, girl" The anger and frustrations of his day, gone by the time he finishes his comment, now replaced by lust and a devilish smug grin that suggests I am in for a long night. "Have you done your tasks girl?" "Yes Sir" I reply "Good girl" His praise gets my clit hard again, I move my hands to my lap and glide my fingertips to my inner thighs and up towards my dripping pussy. "Ahem, rules are rules, girl" I quickly drop my hands to my sides as he swiftly ascends all 12 steps, 2 at a time, his eyes fixated on mine, now standing over me on the top step, looming, staring and grinning. As I glance at his cock, clearly hard and visible through his work pants, his smug grin gets bigger. I look out to the road out front and beyond, the Cafe and shops are as busy as ever, people everywhere. I hear the zip of his pants and barely have a chance to think before I feel my head being steered into position by my pigtails. He slips a finger down to my slit and slides it up from my wet hole, stopping for just a moment on my clit, adding just a little extra pressure as he pauses on top of it. "Dirty girl, just as I thought" As I open my mouth to reply he pulls me by my pigtails straight onto and over the tip of his cock, all the way to the base, holding me there as he casually removes his finger from my snatch and licks and sucks my juices off his finger. "Mmmmm, well if your gunna be a dirty slut you should do it properly" He pulls my head back off his shaft by my hair, giving me just enough time to gasp for air before grabbing my head with both hands and forcing my mouth back onto his member, alternating between all the way to the base and just the head of his throbbing manhood. As I feel the first droplets and ever increasing flow of precum flowing down the back of my throat I hear his growl of pleasure as I feel the throbbing through his muscles and veins in his cock. "Not yet my little slut" as he withdraws his cock, tucks it away, and steps around me, casually strutting inside for a shower. Bewildered, a bit dizzy and still in the fog of sub space I was just plunged into, I spend a moment catching my breath, gazing over at the bustling shops I see at least half a dozen random strangers amongst the patrons who appear to be looking in my direction, they seem to be staring straight into my soul. I make my way into the kitchen and flick the jug back on and wait for Sir to finish his shower, it's been 8 months since we signed up on RHP and decided to become swingers, our sexual encounters and exploration has made my libido go crazy, I can't stop touching myself and fantasising about just about every stranger I see that catches my eye, often wondering if the ones with big smiles on their faces are swingers and all the other miserable looking ones are muggles, void of the magic, the endless possibilities of different ways of being fucked. Being tortured daily by Sir with forced orgasms sure has changed us, a vanilla sex life just won't cut it now. I pour the hot water into the cups and start stirring, making sure to mix in the last undisolved bits of coffee floating around the top. " you just don't learn do you" Oh shit, I hadn't even realised I had been fingering myself with my free hand as I was making the coffees, I hadn't noticed Sir had entered the kitchen and was standing right behind me. Without hesitation, he grabs both my wrists and pins them behind my back, holds them fast with one hand, grabbing my messed up hair with the other and spins me around to my right, bending me over the table, he holds me down on the cold timber surface, as the side of my hot flushed face feels the shock of the cold surface, he grabs a tea towel from the bench beside us and makes quick work of tying my wrists together. Still pinned down with one hand, he reaches for the cutlery draw and opens it with such force it almost comes right out of its slides. As he grabs the wooden spoon, I can feel the drip of wetness running down my slit and pooling at the edge of my labia, I notice the hot tap at the sink has the same type of drip, just hanging there, how ironic. " you just can't leave your cunt alone can you slut?" Sir growls His tone makes my knees weak, and I shudder as I feel my clit get harder than its ever been. "Well, if your not going to give it a rest, then neither am I!" He barks He plunges his hand straight down to my snatch, cupping his hand he pulls upwards and brings a small puddle of liquid sex up to my face. "Mmmmmm, your like the fountain of fucking youth! Drink!" As I slurp at the palm of his hand I feel the wooden spoon come down on my bare ass cheek that's poking out from my short skirt. "Let's see if your supply can match the demand" he murmours in my ear, plunging one finger just inside my pussy and upwards with just a little pressure. "Oh fuck!" I gasp as he starts fingering me, just a bit of pressure, the same spot just inside, pulsing his finger ever so slightly, just seconds later the first squirt hits the floor, splashing my feet in the process. I've always been moist easily, but since getting into a bit of kink and Sir getting used to pushing me to the edge and holding me there, I've become a squirter, Sir had always thought squirters were a fake myth born from porn, now he is in his element. I feel the bite of the wooden spoon as the pulsing of his finger picks up, the rate of the smacks against my ass matching that of his finger. Again and again waves of hot liquid gush out of me with every strike of the spoon, the ever increasing pressure of his middle finger has now doubled with a second finger, with a third resting on my arsehole. My body twisting and contorting in fits of pain and pleasure, I scream out, but they are not words, well not English at least. I try to grind my clit against Sirs hand but he refuses to let the rough work hardened skin of his hand come in contact with my sensitive nub, cupping his hand at an even bigger angle, he reaches further down, burying his fingers deeper, now working my arsehole in circular motions with his little finger and ring finger, slowly invading the entrance and stretching me wider. My right ass cheek is red hot, I can feel the difference as he hasn't once touched my left one, very unusual as I know he likes things to be symmetrical and aesthetically in order. I feel the motion of his pants being dropped at the same time as the wooden spoon clatters onto the table beside my head. He removes his hand and replaces it with the other, still not allowing my clit any relief and burying his fingers back to where the others just were. Continuing to make me his own personal waterfall, with the sensation increased due to his hand not being covered in my sex, he pinches and grabs at the red raw flesh of my beaten ass cheek. "Mmmmmm, your pretty ass is so rosey and glowing, it just doesn't look even though" His open hand lands perfectly on my other cheek, radiating heat instantly, I shuffle my feet and bite my lower lip as I feel the head of his cock against my pulsating arsehole, a second strike from his hand as he holds his fingers in my pussy firm and just right on the muscle inside. As I feel the movement of his body moving to strike again, the head of his cock pops into my arsehole, my sphincter gripping around his shaft like a glove. His hand comes down on my cheek at the same time as he buries his cock all the way down to the base deep inside me, slipping his fingers out and straight on to my clit, massaging it deeply. My body spasms, my back arches violently, and my feet desperately search for grip on the slippery lino floor, causing me to sink further down on his cock. Impaled on his shaft, he thrusts in and out of my arse and fingers my clit hard until I cum harder than I have ever done before, a fresh gush of juices explode out of my pussy as he comes violently in my dirty hole. I collapse on the table with nothing more to give. He pulls out, wraps his arms around me and pulls me up onto my feet. Slowly he turns me around and leads me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed gently. After lighting a couple of scented candles that are on the bedside table, he pulls the polar fleece blanket up and over my body, tucking it in around my shoulders, he leaves the room, returning momentarily afterwards with a Crunchie bar, and a glass of cold water, placing them down on my bedside table and looking deeply in my eyes. "Have yourself a nibble and a drink baby, I'm just gunna go clean up and I'll be back soon to cuddle and kiss you till you fall asleep, I love you" The clock on the bedside table says 8.03pm " Oh and girl, just in case you thought I missed it, you didn't have stockings on like I asked you to"