In his daughters en suite bathroom I quickly stripped off and stepped into the steaming shower. I think I was a little confused as well as highly excited. We were going to have sex, no doubt about that, and it would be the first time for me for quite a while. But the way we were going about it was all back to front! We had only kissed passionately. There had been no petting of any kind. And what's more we had more or less agreed to indulge in filthy conversation in bed! It felt more like some kind of business contract than a relationship but at the same time the cool and controlled way we had reached our mutual decision was also a turn on for me.

I showered quickly, my excitement and nerves growing with every moment. My hair is and was then, very short, so I used the shampoo already there to give it a quick wash as well. I dried off then blew my hair with the drier, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, then sprayed a little of the perfume I found in the cabinet onto neck and cleavage. Heart hammering I finally slipped beneath the cool sheets and switched the bedside light out. It all just felt so bizarre, I hardly bloody knew the man and here I was lying naked and excited in a bed in his house awaiting his arrival. The strangeness of the situation along with my own jaw dropping audacity only seemed to increase my excitement. I was grateful for the alcohol which not only gave me the courage to go through with this-to my way of thinking-bizarre beginning, but also put me in the frame of mind to just let things happen and see where they took us. We appeared to be doing ok in an odd kind of way so far!

I lay curled up with my back towards the doorway. When finally he entered the room was lit with the hall light for a moment, then the door closed once more. My heart hammered so much that even if I had tried to hear his soft footfalls as he crossed the carpet I wouldn't have been able to. The bed moved and squeaked slightly as he slid in the other side and I felt him edge towards me. His hand rested gently on my naked shoulder and I almost shuddered with delight at his warm touch. I rolled onto my back and turned my face towards his though it was so dark in the room it was almost impossible to see. For long moments we kissed, at first gently then with growing passion and as we did so I felt my nipples harden painfully once more and my lower belly turn to liquid. The kiss lasted a long time and when we finally broke my hips were moving gently of their own volition, his echoing my movements. His naked body was hot and smelt of soap and cologne and I began to stroke his shoulders as his own hands ran gently down over my neck and onto a breast, my breath whistling from between pursed lips as he found a nipple and began to roll it gently between thumb and forefinger.

He toyed with me until it was almost unbearable, my hips moving and my breath hissing through my clenched teeth as his fingers sent electric shocks through my breasts and body. Then he lowered his mouth to each in turn and sucked them until I thought I was going to explode, leaving them slippery and wet with his saliva so when his thumbs returned to them the sensations were softer, more sensuous.

Unable to bear it much longer I rolled onto my side pushing him onto his back so my belly pressed to his hip and laying my head on his chest I threw my upper leg over his thigh. My hand went almost instinctively to his erection and I gasped with genuine delight and pleasure when my fingers curled around the solid column of rigid flesh, feeling the heat, feeling the throb of aroused blood beneath my fingers. Gently I began to stroke him up and down, revelling in his manhood, the solidness of him, and the way his own breathing became short, his hips moving to meet each of my strokes with welcome delight. My own hips resumed their rhythm, grinding my naked flesh against his thigh. Lifting myself slightly I slipped my right hand down and slid it between my now slippery wet sex flesh and the powerful muscles of his upper leg, crushing my fingers against my overheated cunt and grinding against them in that oh so deliciously familiar rhythm.

For a moment there was an awkward silence between us which he thankfully broke.

'Do you want to talk Stella?' he asked in a deliciously wicked and hushed voice which only seemed to increase the secrecy and intimacy between us as though what we were about to talk about must never be heard by anyone else.

I nodded my head against his chest, mumbling a 'yes' at the same time, fingers rotating at my nub as my hips crushed them against his thigh with slow demanding movements. I was close already and the thought we were about to talk, the topics we might cover, only increased my arousal.

'You know we can be totally open here, don't you,' he whispered salaciously, 'no one to overhear us, no need for subversion, no restrictions. We can talk exactly as we want to and no one is ever going to be any the wiser. It's just you and me and the four walls. Not like the party where we had to be restrained. Here we can say anything we like, and I do mean anything. You do realise that, don't you Stella?'

His words were unnecessary and I think he already knew that. He said them to reassure me, to set the mood, and also to excite with their wickedness, secrecy, intimacy. I appreciated his approach and thrilled to the words, the way they were whispered, what they meant for both of us. Again I nodded my head vigorously and enthusiastically against his chest.

'Yes!' I whispered excitedly back at him, both hands still moving, one on his hard cock, the other on my clit. I could sense his smile of delight at my response.

'And is that what you really want Stella? Totally unrestricted talk, no limitations?'

'Yes!' I enthused in whispered tones, thrilling to this confession, knowing it would excite him. All of this was unnecessary but oh so deliciously exciting to declare and I realised he was getting as much from these open suggestions and declarations as I was. All we were doing was baring our hidden desires to one another, exposing them openly, setting the guidelines as it were, and this in itself was unbelievably arousing for both of us.

'You want it dirty? To talk dirty?' he hissed as though relishing the word 'dirty' itself.

'Very dirty ... filthy dirty ... as dirty as we can make it!' I hissed back, heart soaring with my own audacity, the wonderful feeling of total liberation, the freedom to be and talk and act as I had always wanted too but never before felt confident enough. He was giving me that confidence, encouraging it, delighting in my willingness.

'Obscene?' he whispered salaciously and I found myself almost grinning through my arousal.

'Oh yes, totally obscene!'

'Perverted?' he hissed and I almost came off there and then simply from the open use of the word and the connotations it had for me.

'Oh god yes! Perverted .... And depraved!' I hissed back at him, delighting as his hips moved with excitement at my words.

'Wicked, nasty and totally depraved?'

'Oh yes! As nasty as we can make it John, really nasty. Nasty turns me on!'

His body heaved and I knew for sure he was loving this as much as I was. It was just so open, so, so liberating to be able to confess these things without shame, guilt, worry. To know your confessions were only exciting your partner even more.

His large hand slid right down my naked spine making me shudder with delight. Cupping my bum in his palm he pressed my hips to his thigh this only increasing the pressure on my already overheated and abused cunt, my clit crushed deliciously against my now trapped fingers.

At the same time he cupped my face in his free hand and turned my head up to face his own.

'You like it nasty Stella because you're a nasty, dirty, little cunt!' he breathed slowly, spacing the words for impact, and for a tiny moment I was stung by them until I realised that they were in fact meant as a form or accolade. He wanted me to be a nasty, dirty, little cunt, and he was right, that's exactly what I was being, so why deny it, why feel hurt by his words? They were the truth and they were said with genuine appreciation and delight. 'Just in the same way I am a filthy, depraved, nasty cock!' he continued and before I got a chance to even breathe my delight he pressed his mouth down to mine so we indulged in a long, wet and hot very dirty kiss as though sealing our bargain.

I was melting inside ... I was molten inside and knew it wouldn't be long before I hit my first orgasm, yet all we had really done was prepare the ground, open the doors for future pleasure. When finally our lips parted he kept his face close to mine, his words breathed quietly against my flushed cheeks, our bodies still moving against one another.

'Can you confess that to me Stella? Can you admit to yourself, and to me, that you are a nasty, dirty, little cunt?'

I knew what he wanted and I wanted to give it. What's more I wanted to be that person, I revelled in the thought of being that person. I licked his lips and squeezed his cock before resuming my gently up and down stroking.

'Yes John,' I whispered, 'I am a nasty .. dirty .. little .. cunt!'

Just saying those words, confessing them openly, voicing them to myself and to him seemed to liberate me totally. I had nothing to hide now, I had bared myself totally and it felt so good, so amazingly good, even more so because I could feel and sense his delight from hearing me say them.

My hips were going crazy now and I knew I would have my first cum very soon. I told him this, begging him not to stop but to keep talking and to be as filthy as he liked. The movements of his own body told me my words thrilled him and he warmed to his task.

'We are perverts Stella. Nasty, sick perverts. I know I am and I'm not ashamed or embarrassed to admit it to you because I know that's what you want. So tell me, am I right? Are we perverts Stella? Are you a pervert?' he whispered long and slow and hushed, his face so close I could feel the heat of his breath on my cheeks.

My hips jerked and shuddered and my orgasm was upon me like a wave crashing on a beach, it's force bowling me over and throwing me into convulsions .. but before it swamped me completely I said the words I had longed to have the freedom to say to a man, the words I also knew he wanted to hear as much as I wanted to say them.

'Oh fuck yes John ... I am a fucking pervert .. a sick and nasty fucking twisted pervert, just like you! We are perverts John. I want us to be perverted together!'

And then I was lost to my orgasm.