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Story: DRAFT - Abbey : How Far (Part 1)
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Author: Max (max AT cherishdesire DOT com, http://www.amazon.com/Max/e/B00522U99I)
Title: DRAFT - Abbey : How Far (Part 1)
Universe: Tom, Abbey
Summary: Tom has some fun with Abbey includes some MF, tattoo'ing, exhibitionism.
Keywords: MF, Vaginal, Anal, Tattoo, Exhibitionism
Language: English
Availability: PUBLICATION (Multi Part Series: Very Dirty Stories #13 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0052YX1NM,Very Dirty Stories #22 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0055T7UIG)

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DRAFT - How Far (Part 1)
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	written by Max
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	MF, Vaginal, Anal, Tattoo, Exhibitionism		
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She was cute and a bit young.  Shoulder length brown hair with nice eyes and a smile.  That night she was wearing a black lace fringed tube camisole underneath a front zippered sweater with an oversized collar.  The sweater was a British flag on the front with blue background for the rest.  Her blue denim jeans were snug and her studded belt was wide and a bit too long for her waist.  She had pumps on, but nothing elaborate.

Some of the guys Tom hung out with in town were hanging out with her.  He joined into their conversation and considered her.  She, shockingly given the typical girl Tom ran into in that scene, came across as intelligent and focused.  A bit demure when you applied pressure - and more than ready to melt in the arms of someone handling her right.

"I just want to get a green star tattoo on my belly button.  I'm such a fan of Dr. Seuss..." she was saying.

Tom interrupted, " No. No, that's awful."

"But the star bellied sneetch is something I've always liked.  It would just be a little a little star."

Tom sighed and underneath that he used guttural tones to shape the sound.  "It's a horrible tattoo idea and will be something you cannot even fix later.  What about a star somewhere else, like your hip," he touched her right hip, " or your arm," he touched her left bicep, " or your chest, " he brushed a finger against the top of her left breast.  "After all," he continued, "that's never been done before either."  The sarcasm was playful, in response to the fact that he had just tested her boundaries and she was completely open to his touches anywhere on her person.

It's an important thing to understand, and Tom knew it well.  Man or woman, people set boundaries based on comfort with the people they are with.  Tom had gauged how easily one of his acquaintances was hanging on this young woman.  But the try test is simple - if a woman puts her shields up when there is a criss crossing pattern of touches on her body, particularly working from the hip to the side to the chest, then those boundaries are going to need to be addressed before anything else.

And Abbey just passed that test with flying colours.  She was at ease, comfortable with the men around her and their attention, ripe to be plucked.  Tom listened as the more aggressive flirt of the group suggested she get skee ball lines and points tattoo'd down her back so when the jism hit, the guys could compare scores.  This was unremarkable territory - Jack always suggested this as his ideal tattoo for a woman.  Tom interjected, "All Jack wants is some ranging because his aim is bad, and he needs guidance into the hole."  This evoked some chuckles and now Tom had placed himself so Jack was curled into one side of Abbey, and Tom was stroking her shoulder and pressed alongside her in a tight circle with Doc and Jeff.

Whether they noticed it or not, Tom had set the stage.  Everyone was leaning in together, tightly feeding the sensation frenzy, every word followed and responded to... And Tom was shaping all this social contact into Abbey.  The more he touched her and entered her personal space, the more the other men packed in tighter.  Jack, who gave off a strong safety vibe due to his short stature (five foot even), was completely in Abbey's space.  But no boundaries were in place between Abbey and any of the men.


So Tom angled in a bit more and drew his audience tighter to her.  "I think you should just get 'Dog Slut' tattoo'd across the top of your ass."  He punctuated the comment by tracing the line of the words across where her buttocks met her lower back.  This led her a little more forward into the social clutch, and to his delight she didn't hesitate despite the strong words.  He thanked Jack for conditioning the girl so well, and thus unwittingly provoking acceptance of anything Tom said.  "'Dog Slut' - it's just the right length you see.  'Pony girl' might be a close second," Tom said nodding to his audience, "'Needs something big' is just too long."  Tom chuckled warmly and they all smiled reflecting his good mood.  "'Dog Slut' would be just right."

Then Tom backed up a little, cautiously, letting the intensity dissipate.  Unconsciously the other guys followed his lead, and things transitioned to a more typical social circle with a few feet between everyone - except Jack who was busy trying to rub against Abbey in a variety of ways and which she tolerated the same way a parent tolerates a puppy.

Tom left for a few minutes to dance to some of the music being played.  Then he wandered inside from the back patio to check the club's main floor.  He wasn't surprised to see her there a song or two later - watching, legs folded to one side as she sat on a cube along the floor's edge.  Tom's dancing was a mixture of martial arts, understood gestures, feral and controlled expressions, dodging and weaving maneuvers, etc.  There was no long term pattern to any of it though Tom's underlying anticipation and fast reaction to rhythm guaranteed that it all felt right with the music.  Felt right, and felt both strong and resolute - and if there was emotion then it was controlled rage mixed with overbounding heights of energy.

And Abbey watched it - so Tom knew he had her within reach.

Further proof came when he left the floor, without speaking to her of course, and rejoined the guys on the patio.  As he came back in after some fresh air, Abbey was headed that way.  She blushed hard and hid her face - not saying anything to him but having betrayed herself utterly.  Ten minutes later Tom rejoined the guys and Abbey on the patio with intent.

They were discussing job stuff, and Abbey said she was an elementary school teacher.  Tom gasped and said, "Well, I don't think 'Dog Slut' is going to work then.  It might cause some problems."  One of the other guys tried to get back into a conversation that suddenly had veered from the guys facing Abbey to Tom who stood on Abbey's left.  That attempt died as Tom looked him in the face and asked, "Why didn't you tell me she was a school teacher?  You know you can't hide anything from kids that age."  Abbey was reduced to an object who just happened to be on hand, and accepted it to Tom's delight.  
As the guys hesitated, Abbey took lead again.  "They figure everything out.  When I got my first tattoo they knew immediately."

So as Tom maneuvered the guys to make them talk about Abbey in front of her, he gave them an out by following up on her comment. "How old are your kids?"

As he expected, the guys were saved from the hotseat but were unable to reconnect.  Doc stayed but Jeff and Jack drifted to the floor to goof around to the music.  Doc was always comfortable just being on hand, but his attraction to Abbey was obvious. So Tom shifted the circle a bit, and Doc was a welcome but quiet partner.  Abbey talked about the kids, and Tom shared some of his kid experiences.  They bonded on a safe topic, which provided Abbey some breathing room as well as a chance to re-assess Tom as a person with substance.

When the guys came back Abbey was mentally, physically, and emotionally comfortable with Tom.  Tom could wander away and come back and put an arm around her and she was happy to have him there.  Excellent progress for thirty to forty minutes of effort.

The tattoo topic came back up again a couple of times.  Tom tested Abbey's new level of comfort a bit further, suggesting other tattoos to her while using his fingers to brush against where they could go.  He turned her easily and without resistance to position her for his audience.  She was all but melted at that point.  Right down to the point where he suggested "Ceasar's Bitch" as a tattoo on her pelvis right above her clit.  Two straight strokes of his finger, and she literally turned into his hand to face him closely.

Shortly after that Tom was stroking her back and shoulders, massaging her, placing her against Doc so she could lean into him as he worked her body over with his hands.  Tom turned her to face him and wrapped his arms around her, gently popping her back and enjoying how she wrapped herself into him to better feel every bit of his chest and strength crushing her.  

Then Tom set her down facing Doc and continued the back rub.  In a blatant gesture to Doc, Tom encouraged Doc to rub her neck and shoulders as he worked her lower back and ribs.  Tom's hands brushed under and around Abbey's breasts, but he intentionally left her without the forceful attention she wanted.  He leaned down and asked her if she was ok as she panted a bit into Doc's chest and arm.  When she responded with an affirmative he worked her a bit more before turning her over to Doc completely.

Now she was melted.  An object for Tom to use as he saw fit and give away as well.

Later just he and she were talking, with occasional interruptions from a drunk person who came over and was interested in chatting to Abbey about his boyfriend the bartender.  The topics ranged across a bunch of bits - her current job at Circuit City, local events, etc.  They were physically close to each other, but boundaries were a bit more in force.  Tom allowed this - Abbey was telling about how she had her high school ex-boyfriend so whipped that she hired him to work for her because he'd do anything she asked.  She was asserting that "she could have control if she wanted it"  and for Tom to step into her space right then would be an act of submission.

Eventually Jack came over and provided the foil Tom wanted.  He tried to cuddle and prance for Abbey, but he wasn't what she wanted.  But he drew her closer anyway and when the three of them were joined by Matthew, that pushed her into Tom's space.  So Tom moved in for the quiet kill, leaning in close and purring and nuzzling her ear as she leaned into Jack who was fervent about embracing her.  Abbey melted again - and Tom succeeded in firmly implanting exactly how easily she could melt in his arms.  To his amusement and hers, Tom then did the same to Jack - who tried to escape but Tom grabbed him by his long hair and pulled his victim to him.  Abbey was impressed not so much by how Tom could melt Jack - but by the fear in Jack's eyes.  Jack was afraid because Tom had done this to Jack before in front of other women, and he literally got weak in the knees from the alpha male attention Tom directed at him.  But to Abbey it was funny, and relaxing, and kept her from feeling singled out.

An important thing for the next step.

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Tom swung by Circuit City a few days later.  It was conveniently around the corner from his office.  Abbey was in and bored.  The midday was not a busy time for her team, so she delighted in taking a short break.  Plus Tom was not in casual attire - he was wearing nice trousers and a nice button down shirt with silver cufflinks.  They chatted and Tom suggested dinner later in the week.  He could pick her up from work and give her a ride home afterwards to save her a Metro ride.  With a time set, they parted ways for twenty four hours.

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When Tom picked Abbey up he had the MR2 Spyder with him.  He had packed a small bag and was quite curious to see how far Abbey would go along with his plans.  Abbey was glad to see him but still busy, and he browsed in the store as he waited for her to wrap up.  Finally they left together with a gentle greeting hug, and he let the Spyder be a surprise to her as they went to the adjoining garage.  Tom opened her door and helped her in.  Then he got in on the driver's side, and had her help him put the top down so they could drive over to a restaurant he liked for dinner.

Abbey responded well to this side of Tom.  She'd asked around a bit about him, but largely Tom's "myth" served him well by indicating he was successful and a professional but leaving out any details.  This meant that Abbey could be positioned as he saw appropriate, with anticipation that would keep her enjoying herself as things developed.  Tom did have plans though and so after the good conversation on the way to the restaurant, he told her there was something he would like to do before they went in to eat.

"Like what?" Abbey asked, just finishing latching her side of the soft top back into place.

"I was thinking about a pre-requisite," Tom smiled at her.  "Are you game for something a bit different?"

Abbey looked a bit puzzled, so Tom continued, "I know you'll probably get your green star tattoo because it means so much to you.  And while I may not agree with it, it's definitely more important for you to be happy with it than anyone else."  Abbey nodded as Tom's hand found hers.  "So I propose I put a tattoo on you for the duration of dinner - just a temporary thing using marker - of my choosing."

Before Abbey could answer, Tom placed his other hand on her thigh, and drew her to him and kissed her hard on the mouth, crushing her lips against her teeth and stroking her hair with the hand behind her head.  She responded - her tongue probing between his teeth, her lips nuzzling his when he pulled away.  The firestorm of pheromones and sudden flush she felt as she melted again was now getting familiar.

"Just say yes," Tom whispered into her ear quietly.  "Don't hesitate, don't think, don't wonder... just say yes." And he nuzzled her ears as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Yes," she said beautifully.

In a small car maneuvering is always a bit tricky.  Tom got out and walked around to help Abbey out.  He lowered her seat forward and retrieved his satchel from the compartment behind the seat.  Then he had he crawl in on all fours.  The whole time he coo'd and nuzzled and encouraged her.  She let him undo her belt, and then got worried - but he talked her into calm and she let him control her after another embrace.

On her bare ass cheeks, in line with her anus, he wrote "Cute Girl" while stroking her labia.  She was startled when the flash of the digital camera went off.  But he already had her pants back up before she could protest.  She backed out of the car quickly, turning to face him, her blood up - but he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her into quiet.

"Didn't you want to see the tattoo so you knew what it said during dinner?" Tom teased softly and gently.

"I know what it says!" she exclaimed, still exasperated and a bit upset.

"No.  No, you don't." Tom said patiently while still holding her against him.  "You are presuming you know what it says.  But it could say anything.  If I'm wrong then I will bow to your amazing skills and you will never need to wear a tattoo of mine again.  But if you want to chance it, then guess at what it is and if you are wrong then I get to put a second tattoo on you right now and you will always allow me to mark you temporarily as I see fit."

Abbey was about to say something - but Tom shushed her, "Careful.  This is a binding agreement.  I will hold you to it just as you would hold me to it.  I will tell you it is only two words as a fair starting point... but it is your choice."

"'Dog Slut,' did you think I didn't remember?" Abbey said confidently.

"scoot back into the car and lower your jeans.  This one will be in the front."  Tom said smiling at her.

"No.  You said if I knew it then ..."  she looked puzzled.

Tom held out the camera and showed her the very clear image of "Cute Girl" written across her ass.  "It's ok.  It could have been anything."  Tom guided her back into the car seat.  "Go ahead and pull down your trousers and underwear.  This one will be more in line with what I want you to be - and what you will enjoy being."

With only a minimal protest muffled by Tom's kisses and caresses, Abbey lowered her jeans to her knees and let him spread her thighs.  The smell of her sex was unavoidable.  Tom made her thrust her pelvis out so he could write on her and then hold it so he could take a picture.  Abbey couldn't quite read it, and Tom wouldn't tell her until they finished dinner and went back to her place.  Once there though, Tom pounced her and his flurry of kisses and caresses led to crushing and grinding embraces until Abbey was underneath Tom getting her cunt pounded into by his cock.

"Are you enjoying this, Abbey?" he sighed to her as she noisily slurped his cock with her soaking wet twat.  "Is this something you want more of?  Are you willing to do more for me to give this to you?"

Abbey's response may have been a strangled yes, it was hard to say.

"Do you want to know what it says?  What I wrote around your wonderful cunt?  Should I tell you now?"

"Yessss..." Abbey moaned as another round of deep thrusts into her vagina forced her own juices out on to her thighs and Tom's scrotum.

"'Tom's Cock Slut' is what it says.  Because your cunt is mine to fuck now.  I'll start with my cock, opening up your cunt," and Tom then placed a finger on her anus and pressed in, "and your ass."  Tom's finger slipped a bit into Abbey's slick but tight hole.  She moaned and bucked against his cock.  "Then you will be 'Tom's Dildo Slut' as I open you and train you to fuck sex toys."  Tom worked his fingertip in and out of Abbey's ass as he thrust deep inside of her cunt.

He kept fucking her until he felt her climax hit.  Then he kissed her thoroughly while his hard cock was still inside of her.

Quietly he whispered in her ear, "Do you still want to have 'Dog Slut' for a tattoo?"

Abbey moaned and rode his cock, swollen inside of her, until she came again.


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