A Dare Gone Right

He stood up, kicking his pants and shoes off, and looked straight at me as he slowly stroked himself. I found myself looking at his cock as his hand moved up and down. Not at him, just his cock. And the smooth golden skin of his belly behind it. And his shaved ballsack, hanging low in the heat of the shop, swinging lazily backwards and forwards. And then I found myself guided by my own cock, moving around the counter and getting to my knees. He tasted of sweat and his cockhead was slippery with precum. I had barely got started when he flicked a switch behind the counter and the lights went out. He pulled me gently up and went to lock the door. Then he guided me through a door and into an office, where he pulled my dress off over my head and motioned for me to get down on my knees again. I was ready for that cock in my mouth again, so I didn't hesitate. But he moved behind me, and, pushing me forward onto my elbows, stuck his tongue into my asshole without me even feeling his breath on me first. I gasped and he slid his tongue in and out of me as he tugged gently on my balls. I looked underneath me and saw that a string of precum connected my cock and the cool linoleum floor. He then got into a position that told me he intended to fuck me. I breathed,

'Condom!'

'Relax, I've got it,' he said, and waved a packet under my nose. I heard him rip it and put it on, and for my own peace of mind I reached under my balls to feel the rubber with my fingers just as I felt it prodding against my ring. Now, I had never been fucked before, so you might think my attitude at this point was surprisingly nonchalant. But I have experimented with fingers, dildos, vegetables and the like, as I'm sure most guys have (even if they don't admit it) so I knew I could handle it. What I wasn't ready for was just how the mental component of all this was affecting my libido - the taboo nature of it, the 'But I don't even like guys!' going through my head made me hornier than I have ever been in my life.