Hannah paced the living room. It was Monday morning, and Adam had long been gone for work. She had the house all to herself and should have been busy cleaning it. There would be no curses to deal with today.
That was the problem.
She had awoken in a terrible depression. She tried to clean, but it seemed so pointless. She didn’t want to fucking clean. She wanted to fuck.
Being subjected to curses had not been her idea of a great way to spend a week, but damn it, it had been better than the alternative. The idea of spending more years cleaning, shopping and playing games seemed so damn hopeless.
“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” she muttered. She walked right out the door, not even bothering to lock it behind her.
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“Fuck it,” she repeated as she walked out into the cold grass without any shoes.
“Fuck it,” she said again as she realized she was dressed only in her sweatpants and a sweater.
She approached the fence that separated her yard from Samuel’s. There was a gap in the fence, just big enough to let her pass. She could have sworn that gap had never been there before. She didn’t care. She walked right through the fence and up to his back door.
Hannah knocked on Samuel’s door. On the sixth knock, he answered.
“Hello, Hannah,” Samuel said. He was naked again.
“Fuck it,” she said. She stepped into his house. He closed the door behind her. She took a moment to look around and was surprised. Instead of being full of strange occult furniture and other weirdness, his house looked like any sparsely furnished bachelor pad. There were a couch and a television in the living room. In the hallway was a painting of a cat. Even the clock in the hallway was just plain. It looked like the house of a normal man, not the house of the man who had cursed her into having a sex life again.
“I want it back,” Hannah said.
Samuel folded his arms. “Want what back?”
“I want sex again,” she said. She gasped as Samuel grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him. His erection pressed against her belly. God, he was taller than she’d remembered.
He grabbed hold of her sweater and just ripped the seam at her neckline. Hannah screamed, but she made no effort to get away from him. He bent his face down and bit her shoulder oh so wonderfully gently. Her knees shook as he nibbled along her shoulder.
“Keep talking,” Samuel said.
“I am tired of settling,” she said. “And oh, that feels good. … I am tired of cleaning a house for a man who doesn’t fuck me. … Oh, God, yes, and I am tired of not getting what I want. … Oh, shit, yes!”
Samuel ripped the rest of her sweater off. There was her T-shirt.
RIP! Off it went.
Underneath was her bra —not even a good one. It was just another one of her boring safe white bras. She had probably bought it on sale.
RIP! Off it went.
Hannah shrieked as Samuel pushed her up against the hall wall. He grabbed a large breast in his hand and squeezed. He squeezed it like he wanted it, her other tit and her whole damn body.
“So what do you want me to do about it?” he said. His fingers found her nipple and twisted.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I … want you to show me how you did your magic.”
His hand went to her other breast and pinched it in a way that made her so deliciously wet.
“You mean this kind of magic?” he said.
“No,” Hannah said as he mauled her tits. “The magic that makes my world come alive. The power that turns everything into a sex toy.
Samuel leaned down till his mouth was inches from her ear. She could feel his hot breath pulsing in sync with the throbbing of his cock.
“And what will you give if I teach you?” he asked.
Hannah closed her eyes. “Me.”
“Will you give me your mouth?” he asked.
She shivered. “Yes.”
“Will you give me your ass?” he asked.
She clenched. “Yes.”
“Will you give me your cunt?”
She swallowed. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Then I will teach you,” he said. He kissed her neck.
“Will I have to leave my husband?” she asked.
“You don’t have to,” Samuel said. “But in time, you will on your own. Are you willing to accept that?”
She didn’t need to think about it. “Yes.”
Samuel took a step back. “Then I demand payment now. We can start with your mouth.”
Hannah fell to her knees with a grace she hadn’t known she had. His cock throbbed in front of her, beckoning her. She thought about how Adam had stopped her from sucking his cock. She felt a momentary flash of guilt, but it faded. Lust quickly replaced it, and all Hannah wanted was this beautiful cock in her mouth.
She opened her mouth, and Samuel stepped towards her. Her tongue guided his cock into her lips. She’d known his cock was big, but it seemed to be much larger in her mouth. After sucking on it for a minute, she realized it was still getting bigger!
Samuel grabbed her hair and kept her head pinned on his growing cock. Hannah, who had just endured a week of strange magic, did her best to adapt. She widened her mouth to take all of him. She felt his cock inch towards the back of her throat. She groaned as his impossible cock filled her mouth.
Slowly, Samuel fucked her mouth. Hannah grunted as he face-fucked her with his immense girth. She knew she should have been choking or at least gagging, but somehow she took it all. Better yet, the feeling was incredible. All she could taste was cock, and when his balls pressed against her chin, she treasured the feeling of him against her face.
The cock throbbed in her mouth. His grip on her hair became tighter as her hair was wrapped around his fists. His balls bounced off her chin as his hips moved back and forth. Hannah tasted his pre-cum, and a sudden heat flashed between her thighs.
He climaxed. A flood went down her throat, and she swallowed it all. It was impossible how much semen he was shooting into her, but she didn’t care. She took it. She devoured it. With every swallow, she felt reborn as a sexual person.
Samuel pulled out of her mouth. His cock was normal-sized again. Well, normally well-endowed. He looked down at her with the most contented smile on his face.
Hannah liked that look.
“Come on,” he said. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair. He headed towards the living room, not giving her much of a chance to stand. She followed him, hunched over and held down by the hair.
“Ow! Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“Oh, not at all,” he said. “I just think a beautiful woman should be dragged by the hair every once in a while.”
She didn’t object anymore.
“Over the couch,” Samuel said. “Over the arm of the couch with your ass up.”
Hannah did as she was told. She didn’t say a word as he pulled her sweatpants and underwear off. She did, however, groan when he placed a hand on her bare ass.
“I’m going to tell you something about your ass, Hannah,” Samuel said.
“Yes?” she asked.
“It is a beautiful ass, and I plan to spank it. I will spank it for a very long time, and I can promise you that every lesson I teach you will be preceded with a spanking. Do you know why?”
Hannah clenched her ass. “No, why?”
“Because I want to, and because you like that idea.”
His hand came down on her ass before she could respond. It was a sudden slap that made her arch up from the sharp sting. As soon as she started to rise, Samuel’s hand went to her head and pushed face back down into the couch.
“No escape, Hannah,” he said. “Unless you want to go back to your boring old life. Do you want to go?”
Hannah shook her head as much as Samuel’s hand would let her.
“Good,” he said. “Now relax. Pain can do wonders for cleansing the mundane mind.”
Hannah didn’t believe that, but she didn’t want to go, either. She bit her lip and prepared herself for what was to come. She wasn’t ready.
She didn’t feel his hand anymore. Oh, he still held her head down by hand, but what struck her bottom was not his hand. Whatever struck her kept changing. At first, it felt like a book, landing with solid THUDs on her ass. Then, it felt sharp and precise, stinging like a belt. Later, it changed into small heavy SMACKs. Hannah could never tell what was coming next.
What was odd was that the differences were too fast. Two sharp stings followed by a thud and then five smacks within the span of ten seconds wasn’t possible. It was as though an army were spanking her bottom. There were so many different sensations landing one right after another on her ass. The only constant was Samuel’s strong arm, pinning her head down onto the couch that smelled like him.
Hannah felt herself become disconnected from her bottom. Her ass was on fire, burning with the constant attention. It hurt but not really. It was too much and yet not enough. It was a spanking and somehow foreplay. Her ass was beaten and yet adored. It was relentless, and it was sexy. She wanted to run away, and she wanted to stay. In the fury of the spanking, Hannah didn’t know what she was doing anymore, but she knew that she liked it.
This was so much better than the spanking she’d had in her living room. This was personal. This was not a punishment but something Samuel wanted. It was something Samuel wanted from her. She realized she could endure anything.
Then it stopped. The spanking stopped, but her ass could feel phantom strikes hitting her tender flesh. She became very aware of how much she had soaked the arm of the couch with her desire.
“Hannah?” Samuel asked. She was pulled up by her hair to face him but not off the couch.
“Yes?” she croaked out.
“You know what the real magic is?” he said.
“You have to want it,” Samuel said.
“I want it,” Hannah said.
“I know,” he said. “So do I.”
He stepped behind her and kicked her legs apart. Hannah lifted her ass towards him. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she noticed that the colored strands were back. She wasn’t surprised.
Hannah offered herself to Samuel, his cock and his ability to change everything.
She wanted it.
He gave it to her.
16 Responses to “Fiction: The Seven Curses of Hannah Part Nine”
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Bravo. Loved it.
*searches everywhere for the rest of the story then looks meekly at Shon*
Please Sir… may I have some more?
(i’ve a feeling that was the end of the ride though…)
Happy Hallow’s Eve ;)
That AAG is fast, she stole my BRAVO, but I’m good at sharing.
Hat’s off to you, Shon. This was fabulous.
And while I would have been happy with 10 curses and three more installments, I think the ending is just perfect.
Noooooooo…it can’t be the end.
Fantastic. Very satisfying ending. For all. Readers and characters alike.
You are a talented man (I’m sure in more than just writing). ;)
AAG- Thank you. More? Hmmm.
Mystique- Happy Hallow’s Eve :) More? Hmmm.
Tess- Thank you. My fingers quake with fear at the idea of coming up with three more curses.
Asian Librarian- Yep, that’s the end :)
Eve- Thanks. The talent compliment I will just nod humbly in agreement. :)
amazing ~ pardon my wet chair
Was worth waiting, can’t seem to get away from your page for long but when I am the catching up is always worth it.
A wonderful and absoluteyl lovely end to the series. Yummy and very… warming. :D
Lovely ending Shon, I agree with AAG, bravo.
There were several “thoughts” she had that clicked with me. (as usual)
Bravo again and I know you’d be up to the job IF you did had to come up with more curses.
Nice finish, not what i was expecting but good
leatherkitty- Wet chair is pardoned :)
t’sade- Thanks :)
Musns- Your confidence is encouraging if not exactly shred :)
Red- Thanks :)
Read the final two parts back to back, and really liked the juxtaposition of husband-sex-curse with the actual, two-way eroticism that Hannah and Samuel have in the final part.
Like all the other readers, I wish there was more, but I really liked how you left it.
I really don’t like being a creature of redundancy. However, I have to say, Bravo! Or perhaps, Kudos!
oh my my…found your blog & read your Cell phone slave and BDSM beach stories over the weekend. This one though, is enough to make me cry with the shared realization of where I’m at in my marriage w/my husband. Power of words are often underrated. I’ve never been so turned on, so sad and frustrated all at the same time. You’ve got a lifelong fan sir.
perhaps just a detailed smut-ridden epilogue? pretty please?
sugar on top? and all that other stuff?
sorry for sounding like a whiny beggar but its a good story and i personally feel all good stories should have an epilogue (well most anyway)
Crazee77- An epilogue has danced through my mind a few times but I usually squash it. Maybe it is my divorce experience talking, but I feel that no matter if the epilogue shows her happy or not, it is still better than sticking in that shitty marriage.