Sitting back, I watched as Taylor started by taking off her shoes and socks, then hooking her fingers under the hem of her shirt and start to inch it up her body. Pulling the shirt over her head, she revealed her plain white bra and smooth stomach. Taylor glided her hands down her chest until she reached her tight jeans. Slowly unzipping her pants, she took glances up at me, checking if I was enjoying the show. As Taylor yanked at her jeans to get them down, she wondered why she was caring so much about what her kidnapper thought of her.
Kicking her jeans off, she exhaled and quickly unclipped her bra, then pulled her underwear down her legs. Standing completely nude, Taylor started to tear up and tried to cover her body with her arms.
“I can’t do this.” she cried. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I can’t pretend to be sexy. Why did this have to happen to me? I… I… I…”
Rushing over to Taylor, I embraced her in my arms. “Shhh. You were wonderful. You’re a very attractive woman. I chose you, out of all people in the world, I chose you. So don’t question your beauty or value. Don’t think so hard on what you’re doing. Just go with your instincts, go with what feels good, or follow my lead and I’ll tell you what to do.” I soothed her, holding her head to my chest.
Taylor was unsure with my reasoning. “It’s so weird being talked to and treated like this by someone your age.” she told me, nestled against me in my arms.
Leading Taylor back towards the couch, I rubbed her back, moving down periodically. “I think I’m a bit overdressed, wouldn’t you say so?” I said as I stroked her ass. Giving her butt a squeeze, Taylor jumped and made a half frown, half smirk at me. I let her go and crossed my arms, pulling my shirt over my head. She quickly turned away, but after a second timidly looked back, watching as I removed my clothes.
Standing with her arms crossed over her breasts, Taylor gazed with a guilty curiosity. After taking off my pants, I sat down and pulled Taylor into a kneeling position in front of me. I yanked down my boxers, the final piece of clothing between the both of us. I let my amusement show as my teacher, this pure woman, stared at my dick with locked eyes. Tearing her arm from her chest, I wrapped her hand around my penis.
“Do you think you can manage jerking me off? Or do you need me to show you how?” I teased her.
“Shut up, I’m not stupid. Of course… I can do that…” Taylor said as I released my hand from hers.
Feeling my penis in her hand, she felt its soft skin with her thumb and gently squeezed it. She gulped and started stroking it up and down its length. As Taylor tried different ways of rubbing me, I played with her face. I touched her cheeks, rubbed her earlobes, and held her jaw. Holding her head, I pulled her jaw down, letting me see her with her mouth open wide.
“What are you doing?” Asked Taylor, confused and somewhat nervous.
“Just playing with my cute little toy.” I replied.
Taylor gave me an irritated look and squeezed my dick hard.
“Ay ay ay.” I said and reached out pinching her nipples, getting her to stop.
“Aaaah. You didn’t have to do that.” Taylor whined, letting go of me to try to get me to stop.
“Don’t be mean. I’m just trying to have some fun here. I’ll ease up on your tits, but only if you start working my dick. With your lips.”
Taylor winced and leaned forward, planting her lips on the tip of my dick. She tilted her head and trailed down, kissing her way down my shaft. Taylor looked up at me, her breasts giving her pleasure as I rewarded her effort by fondling her nipples with a more comfortable pressure. Taylor began to feel intoxicated from my arousing scent and had a certain desire to prove she could be good at this kind of thing. Sticking out her tongue, she licked me from my base all the way to my tip. “Mmmm. God, you’re so cute. You’re amazing.” I said, taking my hands off her body, making my cock her full focus.
I think she liked the compliments because the next thing she did was grin as she slid my tip into her mouth, dancing her tongue over and around it. She fit as much as she could into her mouth and worked her tongue along the bottom. I placed my hand on her head, stroking her hair as she went up and down my cock, catching her breath every so often.
Having this beautiful naked woman go down on me had nearly brought me to climax. Though right as I was building up to cum, Taylor withdrew to rest her jaw. She took some breaths and realized I was staring down at her. Unsure of what to do, she looked up at me and smiled.
I smiled back at her, and with my hand on the back of her head, pushed her head down onto my cock. Sliding my dick deeper into her than she had been willing to do herself, I fucked her mouth. Taylor held onto me and moaned as I stuffed her mouth full.
Ramming myself in and out of her wet mouth, I approached my orgasm. Holding her head down, having her take my cock into her throat, I came and emptied my load deep inside her. I pulled her back, spewing a shot of cum onto her tongue.
Taylor fell back, coughing as she had to swallow what filled her mouth and throat, with some leaking out and flowing down her face. She laid on the floor, exhausted and catching her breath.
“Sorry about that. I think you deserve a break for tonight.” I said, squatting next to her. Hoisting her up, I brought her into one of the downstairs bedrooms. Sitting her on the bed, I left and brought back a glass of water and a sandwich for her. Taylor grabbed the water, drinking most of it, and proceeded to eat the sandwich in silence.
As Taylor ate, her mind was blank from shock. After she was finished, I grabbed her hands, bringing them above her head as I leaned her back. Taylor snapped back into reality as she realized her hands had been zip-tied to the bedposts. As I left the room, leaving her there for the night, Taylor yelled for me to wait and to stop.
In the living room, I picked up my clothes and got dressed. I put Taylor’s clothes into a drawer and took her keys. Walking out the front door, I went to get Taylor’s car and drove it back to my house. While I was out, I also ended up purchasing a few things I needed for what I had planned for tomorrow.
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The next morning I woke up to the sound of crying. Adjusting my eyes, I stretched and rolled out of bed. I trudged down the hall and headed downstairs towards the noise. Walking into the bedroom, I began to speak. “Will you be q…” I stopped, not expecting what I saw. There was Taylor, and at her crotch were sheets soaked in piss. Since she couldn’t go to the bathroom, she was forced to piss herself and lay in it until I found her.
As I came in, Taylor noticed me. “You fucking asshole…” She said and turned her head away from me.
“Ah, did wittle baby wet the bed?” I chuckled, walking up to her.
“You didn’t let me go to the bathroom, of course this happened. Please release my hands so I can get out of this bed.”
“As smutty of a situation this is, just so you know, I didn’t plan for you to piss yourself. I’m going to have to put the sheets in the laundry, and I don’t exactly want you to smell like this all day.”
“It’s your fault, not mine.” She said bitterly. “… All day? Wait, how long are you keeping me here?” Taylor asked, worried.
“You can calm down, you’ll be able to leave tonight.” I reassured her.
“R…really?” Taylor looked up at me.
“Yeah, I mean, I’m not going to keep you trapped here forever. I don’t usually live by myself, and I do need you to teach when I go to school. And well, I don’t think you are going to tell anyone what you did this weekend.”
Taylor was unsure of what to think of the last statement, but was relieved I was going to let her go. I went and got some scissors, cutting the zip-ties around her hands. She rubbed her wrists where they had been tied, then awkwardly lifted herself up. Taylor cringed as she got off the bed; her legs, crotch, and lower back were soaked wet.
I directed Taylor toward the bathroom, with her happy to take a shower. After telling her where everything was in the bathroom, I went back to the room she slept in to collect the sheets. I pulled them off and carried them upstairs as carefully as I could to not get anything on the floor. “Hope the smell of these sheets won’t be noticeable anywhere in the house.” I thought to myself. “Seriously? That’s what I’m thinking right now?” I thought, chastising myself. In my hands were sheets soaked in my teacher’s piss! My nose had been filled with this strong smell from her body, I wanted more of her. I loaded her sheets into the washer, then walked to the stairs and composed myself.
As I headed back downstairs, I heard that the shower was now running. I tossed off the boxers I had worn last night and walked up to the bathroom door. Opening it slowly, I snuck into the bathroom and to the curtain, stepping into the shower. Taylor was facing away as she stood under the water, wetting her hair. Her body looked amazing as she washed herself. Water and soap poured down her glistening features. I stepped behind her and placed my hands on her sides, gliding them over her slim hips. Taylor yelped from the sudden touch and whipped around, finding me standing with her under the water. She hit my chest as she whined for me not to do that to her. “Aww Taylor, I’m sorry.” I cooed teasingly while pulling her to me.
As I caressed her sides, Taylor’s eyes began wandering up and down my body as streams of water flowed over me. The touch of my hands stroking her produced a wave of tingling to flow through her skin. Taylor breathed in sharply and looked up at me, making me smile as I watched her sensitive reactions. I tilted my head and leaned in close to her, bringing our lips only inches apart. She could only stutter in response as she stood still, before I pressed our lips into a kiss. Taylor had been knocked back into a realm of uncertainty over how to feel about her situation.
My lips clasping around hers, Taylor stepped back as we kissed until she became pressed between me and the shower wall. My hands moving over her chest triggered her to part her mouth wider for me. Sucking each other’s lips, Taylor wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. While she embraced and kissed me, she felt my hand traveling down her body until it slid between her legs. She broke the kiss and turned her head to breathe. As I traced my fingers across the lips of her pussy, she swayed her head back and forth against the shower wall.
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