Forward

I felt that leaning backward would leave my little body much more **** to Kat, and I was, at the time, quite afraid of what she was trying to do to me. So I leaned forward on the thin rim of the sink and gripped onto her shoulders, my little chest rising up and down rapidly like a cornered animal. She laughed in almost a melodic way and caressed her hand comfortingly down my cheek and chest, down my stomach and to the waist of my jeans.

"Hmm~ Adam, I'm going to have to punish you. You didn't listen to me. You're going to have to learn the new rules quickly! Rule number one," she said as she moved her hand down and unzipped my pants, sliding them down slightly. "You are to listen to and obey everything I say. Rule number two," she whispered as she dropped my pants down to the floor and hooked her thumb under the hem of my underpants. "You aren't allowed to talk to anyone about what we're doing... and finally, rule number three," she said as she lowered my underwear just enough so my member sprang free, semi-erect from all of her slow, soft speaking and the feeling of her body against mine. She cupped my smooth, hairless crotch with her hand, making me gasp. "Good boys get to finish~"

I let out a shuddering groan as she started to softly play with and manipulate my groin—her fingers gently squeezing and releasing my balls, her thumb caressing up and down my shaft—all until I was fully hard, my body shaking slightly as I gripped her shoulders even tighter. I was no stranger to sexual ideas, but nothing had ever been done to me before. I'd only ever fantasized, touching myself, and in fact had only come to climax a few times over that past couple of months.

As soon as I was fully hard she lifted my little body up by the ass and pushed me up against a nearby wall. My legs spread involuntarily at the good feelings she was pushing through my body. I struggled half-heartedly, biting my lip hard—a nervous habit. This whole time I'd been unable to push away or anything because of my precarious position on the sink, relying on her stability to stay upright. And even now, I was pressed up against a wall several feet up. It was nearly impossible for me to wiggle out of her grip.

The weird part was... I wasn't sure I wanted to. Her large and soft but strong hands seemed to be all over my crotch at once, and then she surprised me by hiking my body up against the wall. Her hands both moved onto my body, rubbing over my chest and stomach and thighs, her stomach pressing tightly against my throbbing member and rubbing up and down, side to side, making me close my eyes and groan out loud. My mind was in a daze, and I couldn't focus on anything except how I felt.

My eyes shot open as her mouth landed on my neck, her hot breath causing tingles and goosebumps to spread across my skin. Her wet tongue slid across some of my most sensitive spots before she started kissing and biting around my throat, seeming to experiment before finding the parts that make me moan the loudest.

Suddenly, after about five minutes of this fast-paced groping, I felt my penis tense up and my breathing stop short in my chest. I flexed the muscles in my legs, feeling a pressure build up in my balls. I moaned louder and higher-pitched and closed my eyes again, and just before I was sure I'd lose control and cum she pulled her body away from me and lifted me from the wall. She moved her mouth away, smirking at me.

She walked me over to the dish sink and set me gently inside, so my legs dangled over the edge, my little body nestling perfectly in that big space. She leaned in close and whispered, "Good boys get to finish," before walking away, leaving the light on. She picked up her purse from the floor, the item she'd gone to pick up from the break room earlier.

I was left curled up in that dish sink, kicking my legs that dangled over the edge, hooked over the rim by my knees. But no matter how much I tried to sit up and push myself out of the sink, I couldn't quite get the leverage I needed. After about fifteen minutes my eyes drooped closed and I fell asleep to the smell of stale dish soap, my pants and underwear laying on the floor nearby.