The Lei before the Min [M 18/ F38][WMAF][Drugs][Manipulation][Coercion][Domination][Premature ejaculation] – Short Sex Story


The Lei before the Min [M 18/ F38][WMAF][Drugs][Manipulation][Coercion][Domination][Premature ejaculation] – Short Sex Story

This is part 2, continuation of the story because reddit won’t let me post it all at once because of character number. Part 1 can be found here:

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All characters described in this story are 18 years old or older and this is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real life people are purely coincidental and unrelated.

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[CHAPTER 4]

There comes a time in a man’s life when he eventually does things, usually not of his own free will of course, that he ultimately regrets. Sometimes it’s just choosing the lesser of two evils, other times it’s just an unfortunate accident that makes one think he experienced an apocalyptic event. What just happened was felt more like the later for Marty.

“Mr. Donovan I…” – Min was still standing there. In the few seconds she was getting the muffins out of the oven, apparently, she had time to put on a turtleneck also. Or did it only feel like an eternity for Marty – “well…I’m not really sure what to say I mean…”

“Ms. Lei listen I can explain, please just don’t freak out on me ok?”

She paused for a second, her eyes and mouth still wide open, then composed her reaction and posture “There’s no need to explain Mr. Donovan, and I thought we agreed – no titles in this house. I’m not your teacher here, just a mentor, just Min, alright?”

“Yes alright, but please let me explain Min…”

“Or is it because you see me as too old and unattractive?” she tried looking him in the face for a change, perhaps to avoid the awkwardness Marty wondered.

“No, what? You’re not old, no, it’s not that I’m sorry it…”

“Oh, not too old, but you do find me unattractive!”

“No, please Min. I do think you’re really hot, I mean, oh God, I mean that…” stammer was back now, adrenaline rush, blood pressure thru the roof, and why the fuck isn’t my boner going down by now? “I just mean respectfully, I’m not sure how to say it…”

“Do you need to apologize for being attracted to a woman? Especially at your age with all the hormones and stuff?”

“…I’m not sure how to say what I want to say” hell, he wasn’t even sure what he wants to say in the first place “I’m just going to leave ok? This was great thanks for the tips and all” he was now rushing back to the living room and started quickly shoving his notes and things in his backpack.

“Nonsense” min put down the muffins and grabbed him by his forearm “please, just put that down, it’s alright, breathe, inhale, exhale…. Good”

Marty just dropped on the sofa with full force, his sight somewhere in a point 10 miles in front of him.

“I just don’t know what’s happening with me, I mean around you, like I respect you Min don’t get me wrong, most of the time I’m scared as hell around you.”

“Shh, it’s alright, accidents like this can happen to any man” she turned around to reach something “it was an, accident? Right? Like you were not…how to put this politely, touching yourself while I was turned around, Mr. Donovan?”

“Oh my God! No! That’s not what I…” she interrupted him, handed him a box of tissues from behind the bed.

“I’m truly sorry, the bathroom door has been stuck for the past 3 days, I called a locksmith but completely forgot about it, he should be here tomorrow. I’m sorry Mr. Donovan please. I’m sorry you had an orgasm like that. But let’s just focus on fixing this now, here just wipe yourself on the front at least before it gets anywhere so I won’t have to clean. There’s another bathroom just behind my bed on the upper floor, you can use that one instead.”

Marty took the wipes and started rubbing just on the top where the leaking spot on his pants was. The erection was still there, less visible now that he was seated, but still noticeable.

“I see that I may have aroused stronger emotions in you than I initially thought, I’m sorry if my previous outfit was a bit too, revealing.”

Great, now she thinks I think she’s a slut or something. I can kiss math goodbye this year, Marty wondered and headed to the upper floor bathroom “No it’s not that, I don’t know what happened or what came over me Min, I’m sorry, I swear this was just an accident I’ll be back quick” he hurried up the stairs, his erection swinging while Min giggled.

“What is she doing to me?” Marty’s brain was working overtime now “Why is she so nice and sweet all of a sudden? This can’t be right, either this is some kind of a test knowing her demented mind or I really need to get laid. Why couldn’t I control even my own erection back there. I mean sure Ms. Lei, or Min or whatever, is a hottie, no denying that. Maybe I did have some repressed stuff under there. Never mind I’ll handle this later, I’ve got to get rid of this thing first” he sat down on the toilet “fuck, forgot the phone.” He wiped his dick clean first, then the underwear in the sink, they were cum soaked completely at the crotch, can’t wear these for the rest of the day. He wrapped them around in a bowl of toilet paper to put in the backpack on the way out. “You have got to be kidding me…” it had been almost 10 minutes since his premature orgasm, yet the erection persisted. “No way out of this, I’m way too stressed out to jerk of, especially here in her house, can’t risk another disaster in a single day”. He put his pants on with whatever confidence he had left and went back down to the living room.

On the way down the stairs his eyes thought a bit to have a look at the bedroom. A very unusual scenery compared to the rest of the house, walls completely covered with large oak wood boards, a simple low level dojo bed she had specially imported from China. There were ground to ceiling tall mirrors in 3 spots around the bed. It felt…roomy compared to the rest of the house, fitting for a bedroom. Then he noticed the holy grail, a lacy pair of what appeared to be dark-red panties on the edge of the bed facing the stairs. He only managed to get a glimpse of them so as not to look unnatural and pause on the stairs, this didn’t change the fact that a small glimpse was enough to gradually harden his still persisting unnatural erection.

“Did you get it all out?” Min asked him as he sat on the bed, he tried to curve his pelvis inwards to better hide his boner “well, apparently not all of it” she smirked at him, staring at his groin.

Kill me now, please, he wondered.

“Alright Mr. Donovan, we only have cube and pyramid volume to cover for today, I think that’s enough pressure on you alright?” she continued with the lesson for about twenty more minutes, at which point Marty’s erection had almost fully subsided. She didn’t notice exactly when it happened, but she was glad the amount of powdered Viagra she added in the muffins along with the black market chemical aphrodisiac was nearly the right amount for the effect she wanted. Maybe a pinch more next time. “Is…everything alright? I mean down there?” she motioned with her hand above his crotch.

Marty instinctively closed his legs “Oh yeah, definitely I mean…” he could barely follow what she talked about in the lesson, his mind drifting away on her panties and legs. Did she also put on a shorter skirt in the meantime or was he hallucinating also? He wondered. “Yeah, everything’s alright Min. Thanks for, you know, being understanding and all, I swear it hasn’t…”

“Shh, Mr. Donovan please.” She motioned with a finger towards his face. “It’s alright, what you did, it’s only natural for a man, we all have urges. Frankly, it’s a compliment” the small smirk again, she tried to play it off as if she was shy.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed his bag and stormed out quickly without looking back. That look of hers was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Mr. Donovan, wait? What’s wrong” Min yelled at him but with no effect “Mr. Donovan?” She was standing at the front door yelling as Marty’s silhouette in the distance became ever smaller.

It wasn’t gonna be easy to fall asleep that night for Marty, it’s as if the whole day with Ms. Lei was on repeat in his head, no way to turn it off. He barely remembered anything from the lesson, couldn’t study anything either in his current mental state. He called Dylan hopefully to get his mind of things and talk about collage and stuff, but to no avail. He tried a beer out on the balcony but none of that seemed to work.

Then there was the cling on his phone. “New message from Min Lei” read the notification. That’s it, better get the rope, he wondered.

“What the hell Marty, what is your problem? You don’t just walk out from one of my lessons like that after the chance I gave you!”

Well, at least she isn’t focused on the accident part, this I can at least stomach, he sighed in relief. He decided to respond after a few seconds of consideration if it was worth saving what little face he had left saved.

“Min, I’m sorry, it was just too much pressure for me, the whole day was a mess”

“Min? What am I, one of your cheerleader friends from school?”

Shit, I forgot.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Lei. My bad. I’ll try and be more considerate in the future. Please, is there anyway I can convince you to look past this incident, I enjoyed your lesson, it helped me learn a lot,” bullshit “and please, if there’s any way I can make it up, I’d love to do it again.” Even more bullshit.

“Oh no no no Marty, what happened today was no accident, you know exactly how things happened today and what you did, and it was disrespectful, demeaning and highly inappropriate by all standards of education.”

Wait, is she still talking about the storming out or? He thought.

“Ms. Lei, I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me, I swear, I don’t exactly know how to make you believe this but…” he hit send by accident.

“Oh no no no, you’re not getting off that easy, Marty. I want everything we went over today, rewritten, redrawn on paper, ten times over. I don’t care if you have to fill in two notebooks and live of energy drinks for the next two nights. Get it done and do it well and clearly. I expect your notes on my desk after classes on Monday. I’ll be waiting. Last chance Marty. You better not disappoint me. Do you get me?” she interrupted him before he could continue his text.

Then quickly another message right after that. A wink and kiss emoji.

He wasn’t sure what was the correct response, this whole conversation had three underlaying meanings, he had almost no experience talking to women before on sensitive subjects. He tried as best he could to formulate a coherent sentence and string together a well meaning, long worded reply that may likely convince her to give him a second chance – “Yes Miss”.

[CHAPTER 5]

After a near sleepless sleepless weekend as Ms. Lei correctly predicted, and the previous week of restless preparation for her Friday quiz, Marty was near a state of, as his generation would put it, a literal walking zombie. His exhaustion coupled with stress from embarrassing situations, and pressure from his academic pursuits, led to a mental state where he could only function as a human being on a basic level. He could use his hands to eat and drink, use his legs to walk, but anything past that he had trouble focusing on or sometimes completely zoned out and just stood idle not doing or thinking anything.

Classes on Monday were spent with intertwined periods of dozing off, or passing out, he couldn’t tell which was which.

When he handed the papers over to Ms. Lei after class all he got was a stern look on her face that resembled the expression “ew” as she looked thru them.

“I expected better handwriting, honestly just looks like you didn’t really give a damn Marty, do you? Is this what I deserve after that lesson?” she slammed the papers on his chest. She noticed his fatigued face, the dark circles under his red eyes. “Look, I know you have things to do and you probably don’t care much about Math or even less for my opinion…”

“Ms. Lei…” he tried stringing together a sentence in his half asleep state “It’s not that, I just couldn’t all night…”

“Who said you could interrupt me?” she raised her voice to a slightly higher, but deeper note. “Am I a joke to you Marty?”

“Ms. Lei I…”

“Enough!” she put the papers back in his hand “Get some sleep Marty! That’s an order! I expect you for another lesson at seven tonight, I swear if you stand me up, my schedule is already tight, and with this summer heat coming up don’t think I’ll spend one extra hour outside the classroom working than I need to. Last chance Marty, be there, or don’t bother even showing up to my classes anymore”

One, two, three, Marty began counting in his head. That leaves me 4 hours to sleep, then wake up, get ready and drive to her place.

“Ms. Lei, is there…”

“Did I stutter Marty!?” she was showing teeth at this point and almost yelling, so Marty backed off. It was like encountering a roaring tiger in a dark forest. The same exact primal fear shot a chill down his spine.

“Yes Miss. I’ll be there” he just backed away slowly, refusing to turn his back on her for the first few steps, as if not to get jumped from the back. Was it the lack of rest, or the adrenaline, but something deep inside was telling him he was in danger in that hallway.

Was he really? Who cares. Marty could only focus on his soft bed for the next few hours he had left before the new trial. And he used them to their fullest extent. He didn’t remember dreaming anything when he woke up, probably didn’t even managed to go into a deep sleep. It all felt like a short nap, but it’ll have to do. At least his body felt a bit reinvigorated.

He drove over to her house, stopping by for a burger in town. Didn’t have time to cook. One of the downsides of living alone most of the time was doing everything alone most of the time also, he was young and energetic, but lacked hours in the day. He wondered he might be able to somewhat salvage his relationship with Min with a small gesture. A pizza and some fries to snack on thru the lecture. Not that he didn’t appreciate the muffins, just wondered of returning the favor.

“Oh my God a man who cooks!?” she gave him a warm smile and wink at the door

“Thank you Mr. Donovan let me just put these in the kitchen, you know where the living room is make yourself at home”

This time it was his jaw that dropped. Min was wearing a nearly identical skirt as the previoys lecture, but almost at mini-skirt height level. No shoes or slippers or any stockings, just her bare feet and scarlet painted toenails to match her finger nails and lipstick. But her top was the eyecatcher, a tank top, cropped just short of showing a little under-boob, freely hanging, probably cotton. All that was needed was needed was a whiff of small wind to fetch him a glimpse of her large soft breasts. And if he wasn’t mistaken…no it can’t be – he wondered. Is she not wearing a bra? Her nipples were only slightly protruding thru the fabric, but they were definitely there, and he couldn’t see no bra straps unless they were hiding on under the tank-top spots over the shoulders. Focus Marty, bad way to begin the evening all things considering…

“Thanks for the food Mr. Donovan” she came back to the sofa “but I already prepared something in anticipation, it’s a rice porridge recipe with cinnamon, something my mom used to make for us to calm us down before bed. I thought this would be a perfect occasion considering the little…accident last time” she giggled and pointed with a swinging finger towards his crotch. At this point Marty was used to her remarks from last time. He was more worried she may have a personality disorder after her episode earlier today compared to how she behaves when they’re home alone.

“Thank you Min.” he didn’t slip up this time around. “I just thought I’d bring something over, it was more a way of apologizing on my part. I’m actually not that hungry, I stopped by at a burger shop on the way here.”

Her face changed to an emotionless grim expression, and an equally stern but quiet voice passed thru her grinding teeth “Eat! Ev-ry-thing!”.

He didn’t need encouragement, this was the second time he saw those teeth, hi didn’t think he’d live thru a third. He ate in big full spoons, thinking he previously insulted her mother’s recipe. It was actually really good, like amazingly good. The cinnamon and milk infused with a thick caramel taste. He even regrated almost turning it down. “Wow, and I mean wow…”

“Did you like it Mr. Donovan?” she asked while rubbing her knuckles together. It seems cheerful playful Min was back. Marty thought exactly how many personalities were hiding under there.

“Wow again, that was really good, you’ve really got to teach me how to make that, I mostly cook for myself I’d love to know how to…”

“Oh shush silly, you won’t be cooking anything, anytime you’d like to taste more of this all you have to do is stop by Mr. Donovan, I’ll cook for you anytime you want. If you’d like I can bring you some to your place also.”

“Ugh…” nah I’m in danger, his mind went in overdrive “that, would be, great actually. Thank you, Min.”

“You shouldn’t thank me like that after everything Mr. Donovan, please, you know women like a sterner hand” she gave him a slight tap on his bicep. “Alright, where did we leave of last time, did you study over the weekend?”

“Uhm…” yeah, I am in danger. “Min, this morning…”

“Yes?” while her voice wasn’t changed, her expression did took on a meaner look, Marty picked up on it. Never mind, he wondered, better not stir up an already boiling pot.

The lecture went pretty much at the same pace as the last time. Marty felt a slight paranoia about the whole situation, the whole ordeal over the past few days. Something just wasn’t right, things felt as if they were happening at a horror movie’s pace. He tried focusing on the subject at hand and managed to absorb most of it. Of course as time passed on he paid increasing attention to Min’s cleavage and abs, she wasn’t athletically built but in pretty good shape for her age, her mature hips complemented her busty top half and gave her a nice hourglass shape. Not chubby and not slim, she was only a bit taller than Marty even without heels. But those breasts, the more Marty looked at them, the more he imagined that top being blown up by a gust of air, perfectly exposing them to… He looked at his pants, thank goodness the notebook was on top of them. He did it to himself again, he wondered, he had to calm down, control his thoughts this time, maybe he could keep it at just a boner and not embarrass himself again, but the erection was growing. More with each passing second.

“Anything you like Mr. Donovan?”

“Hugh?” he just realized he was staring at her cleavage intently even while she was speaking to him, he couldn’t help himself, but to his surprise she wasn’t angry, she was actually smiling. Here thin eyes didn’t give away her true expression, but he was glad she wasn’t angry at least.

“It’s alright, It’s normal Mr. Donovan, nothing to be ashamed about, you’re just looking.”

“Min they’re just…so…”

“Is everything alright Mr. Donovan?”

“I, I feel a bit, dizzy…It’s just”

“Here let me just put the books away”

“NO!” it was too late, she already put the notebook away from his lap on the table.

“Oh my…” her expression suddenly changed.

“I’m so sorry” he began sobbing.

“Shh silly, nothing to be ashamed about, like I said, I’m just going to take it as a compliment again.”

“Min you’re…”

“Yes Mr. Donovan”

“You’re a beautiful woman, and I know I shouldn’t be saying this, I don’t know what’s come over me, this whole thing”

“It’s alright Mr. Donovan, not another word about it alright? This is perfectly ok. But I don’t think we can continue the lecture until some of that blood from your penis goes back into your brain” she did a little hand sign motion pointing up and down.

“Why don’t you just try putting your legs over the sofa and sit sideways please!?”

“Alright” he wiped his teared up eyes first.

“That’s it, just let your legs swing over the hand rest, just like that good boy, now turn your back to me, and lie down, this will put your head lower than your penis and force the blood down, hopefully put that monster to sleep”

The vocabulary she used worried him, this woman who seemed like a psychotic killer just a few hours ago in his eyes was now treating him like she was his nanny.

He closed his eyes and laid down. He wondered his head would reach the sofa cushion, but he didn’t feel leather, rather something more like a fabric covered waterbed. The cushions were a bit jiggly and warm where he was sitting. Then he opened his eyes to realize his head was resting on her thighs. The warmth, the softness, the feeling of her rigid fabric brushing against his dark curly hair. Bit what truly set of his orgasm was the sight he was begging for the past hour, her gorgeous breasts, in full visibility from his low angle, she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples and areola were visible also, her entire under-boob area exposed to him. That’s all he needed and wanted, unfortunately while he was stretching his legs his hard on put extra stretch pressure on his pants in this position, and they were already pretty loose at the waist thanks to his recent weight loss. A slight nudge, a grunt and the spasms of an incoming eruption pushed it even further and his dick slipped out, almost fully vertical, swinging slightly down and up. First rope, then a second, a third, a fourth, he couldn’t see what was happening, all he could do was look at her gorgeous breasts as he felt her hand caress his hair digging her fingers deep between the curls. At some point the last spasm subsided, and his breathing became ordinary. His second orgasm in the past few days, ruined for the second time.

NSFW: yes


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