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Subject: {ASSM} "The Seven Curses of Hannah" (1/9) (Mast, Voy, Magic) 
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This story of sex, magic, and bondage is owned, copyrighted and
so forth by me, Shon Richards.  Please don't make any money from
it, okay? 

The entire story has been written and will be posted on a fairly
regular schedule until completion.  If you enjoy it, please drop
me an email at <a
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as your lovely comments is the only payment this writer
receives.

The Seven Curses of Hannah:
Part One

By Shon Richards 



It was a brisk October night, and in her dark bedroom, Hannah was
wrapped snugly in her house robe. The plush material felt great
against her naked skin, and for a brief moment, she was glad she
was a larger woman because it meant she had more places to be
touched by her robe. Her round breasts, round hips and very round
bottom were encased in the soft fabric. She pulled her long brown
hair out from under the robe so that every inch of her back could
feel the soft terrycloth. Hannah's body always came to life when
she wore this robe, and her aroused mind thought about checking
to see if her husband wanted to fool around. 

The thought melted away as quickly as it had come. It was five
minutes to 9 on a Sunday evening. That meant Adam was sitting on
the couch downstairs waiting for his two-hour block of television
to begin. He had spent two hours playing video games after
rushing through the dinner Hannah had made. Because he had played
World of Warcraft with her around noon, Adam considered his
husbandly duties done for the day. 

Hannah pulled a chair up to her bedroom window. In the darkness,
she sat down and opened her robe. She reached between her thighs
and started to stroke. 

"Adam can watch his stupid secret-agent show," she muttered. She
had her own show to watch. 

Her second-floor window was set at the perfect angle for her to
look down into her neighbor's yard. Although a high privacy fence
that surrounded the yard, Hannah could see all. She stroked her
sex casually, trying to keep herself wet without getting too
excited. She didn't know whether her personal show would repeat
tonight as it had for the last six nights, but her wet pussy was
ready if it did.

She got her wish. 

She didn't even know the man's name. He had moved in two weeks
ago and set up the privacy fence the next day. Hannah knew that
he was tall, that he had sexy curly black hair and that his body
was in awesome shape. She knew this because he came out at 9
every night stark naked.

Hannah's fingers worked faster. His muscles just glowed in the
moonlight. She couldn't help comparing him to Adam. Adam, whose
idea of exercise was golf every Saturday and martial arts video
games the rest of the week. She thought about how Adam's arms
loosely hugged her these days and compared his arms to the limbs
of steel in the yard below her. As she stroked her pussy, Hannah
thought about how her neighbor's muscles would feel between her
thighs.

The neighbor's backyard had a small marble statue in the center.
The statue was of a nude woman, standing with her arms
outstretched. Hannah couldn't tell if the statue was supposed to
be a goddess or a historical figure. All she knew was that the
statue was very busty and much slenderer than Hannah and that her
neighbor masturbated onto it every night.

She gasped as her neighbor grabbed his erect manhood. He didn't
reach down and fondle himself; he seized it. She could just
imagine him grabbing her with the same urgent need. His fist
encased his large cock, and he started pumping. The muscles of
his arms bulged as he worked himself. He was rough. He was
primal. He was exactly what her neglected pussy wanted.

"Oh, God," Hannah moaned. Her neighbor just stood there and
masturbated, but in her mind, he did so much more. She pictured
him mounting her, with her arms and thighs wrapped around his
hard body. She imagined him kneeling between her thighs, seizing
her bottom and burying his face in her pussy. She stroked herself
to images of him standing over her, masturbating into her waiting
mouth. 

Hannah felt her orgasm swell within her, but she held off. A week
ago, she always climaxed as soon as possible but the last two
days, she had found a sweeter way. No matter how much her
clitoris was tingling, she would hold off and gently tease
herself with feather touches. She waited till she saw her
neighbor reach his own climax.

It never took long. The man tilted his head forward, falling
deeper into whatever fantasy he was in. His fist pumped faster,
and Hannah resumed stroking her clit. Back and forth the man's
fist pumped his beautiful cock, while back and forth Hannah
stroked her terribly wet pussy.

He climaxed, showering come onto the marble statue.

Hannah closed her eyes as her fingers brought her to a brilliant
climax.

When she opened her eyes, the neighbor was looking right at her!


Hannah froze, her fingers still slick with her desire. He
couldn't be looking at her. The bedroom was dark, and the
distance was too great. It was night time ,and there is no way he
could see her from his back yard. There was no way at all. It was
just her imagination.

Her neighbor walked to the privacy fence and climbed it easily.
He was in her yard now, strolling to the back door.

"Fuck!" Hannah whispered. If the neighbor knocked on the back
door and Adam answered, there would be a shitload of explaining
to do. Hannah jumped out of her seat and ran downstairs as
quietly as she could. She didn't have time to put on any other
clothes so she pulled her robe tight around her. She crept by the
living room and the sounds of Adam's television shows. The
outline of her neighbor was visible against the glass of the
kitchen door, and Hannah rushed forward. She opened the door just
as he had his hand up ready to knock.

"Hello," she said. She didn't know what else to say.

"Hello," the man said. "My name is Samuel, and you are?"

It was Hannah's first chance to see her neighbor up close. The
first thing she noticed was his eyes. They were the deepest shade
of green she had ever seen on a person.

The next thing she noticed was that he was still nude. Despite
his recent ejaculation, his large cock was very hard and pointing
up at her.

"Hi, uhh, Samuel," Hannah said. "My name is Hannah."

He smiled at her. "Hannah is a pretty name."

"Thank you," she said. They stood there for a moment. She in her
house robe, he in his naked beauty.

"Hannah, I just came by to say that I although I don't mind you
watching my evening dedications, I find it a little rude that you
do it without telling me that you are watching."

She swallowed hard. She could hear her husband's television show
cut to commercial. She only hoped that didn't need to come to the
kitchen for anything.

"Uh, Samuel, I don't know what you are talking about," she said.

"Really?" Samuel said. "Every night, I come out and dedicate my
seed to the Goddess of Desire. In other words, I jack off."

"Oh, I didn't know," Hannah clumsily lied.

"I think you do," he said. "I think you have watched me every
night for seven nights. Judging from your flushed cheeks and your
obvious lack of clothes underneath your robe, I am betting you
masturbate while I do my dedications. In a way, you have offered
your own dedications to the goddess. It is only fitting that you
admit it and make it official."

Hannah shook her head. "Honestly, I have no idea what you are
talking about. Please go before my husband hears you. He's not as
understanding as I am."

At that, Samuel frowned. "That's three times you have denied what
you have done. Three times you have lied to me about the seven
times you have seen me performing my dedications. Yes, I know
about every time you have watched me, and I know about the seven
times you have climaxed from what you have seen."

"Please, just go," Hannah said. This was too much to process,
much less admit. She also just couldn't help looking down at his
magnificent large cock. 

"I place my curse on you, Hannah," Samuel said. "Seven times you
will feel the touch of desire. Seven times, no harm will come to
you except for the walls you have created around you. Seven
torments will come to you straight from your dreams and into your
life. These curses, you earned yourself."

Before Hannah could say anything, Samuel walked away. He headed
back to his yard without a care in the world. The brisk October
breeze blew the leaves around him, but he didn't even shiver.
Samuel went right back to his fence and jumped over the side with
ease. 

Hannah shook her head. He was great looking but really weird. It
bothered her that he had noticed her, but not nearly as much as
it did knowing that he was out of his mind. 

"Seven curses," she said to herself. "God, wouldn't that be a
nice change of pace."

To be continued,
 

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