I can’t get this thought out of my head. Of trusting some female figure like a neighbor or an aunt and of it leading to me getting violated and touched and played with by many people.

Of her reassuring me as she leads me astray that I’m being a good girl and that all of this is perfectly normal.

Like I imagine her first touching me herself. Crossing the line slowly at first. Maybe brushing my hair behind my ear and her hands lingering on my body a little too long. Of her unbuttoning my top more and more and encouraging me to wear more revealing clothes. Maybe one day she’d convince me to take my clothes off so she could get a better idea of what might suit my body type. And then she’d pull my nipples. Cup the mound of my pussy and squeeze. And enjoy the way I’d just gasp. Fully aware what was happening was wrong but not saying no or trying to stop it in anyway.

She’d have me hold my ass open for her to take a look and I’d know it was such a naughty place for her to look at. So naughty to let her stroke my rosebud. To let her put her finger in my mouth and make me suck. But I’d do it all because she’d tell me I was being a good girl.

She’d send me home right after that. It would be a test ofc. To see if I’d come back. And of course I would. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be played with like a good girl.

She’d begin her corruption in earnest then. First would be a dinner party with her friends where she’d ask me to help her serve them food. It would be completely innocent until after food when everyone was a little wine drunk she’d ask me to come sit on her lap so she could show them all what a good girl I’d become. She’d slowly unbutton half my shirt to show I wasn’t wearing a bra. And pull my tiny black skirt up to reveal my sheer stockings without any panties on, as per her strict instructions. I’d squirm in her lap, apprehensive about so many people seeing what a slut I’m becoming. She’d make me bend over the arm of her chair to spank me for that.

She’d mock me for getting wet in front of them. And then push in the fabric of my stocking into my ass and I’d moan so loudly like a good girl for being violated in front of an audience.

She’d slap my pussy hard as a reward for accepting my true nature. For giving in to the needy call of my cunny and ass like a good girl. She’d have me sit on her lap again, legs on either arm of her chair, splayed open for her friends to watch as a wet the sheer fabric and make it even more see-through. She’d spank my pussy hard again and instruct me to keep my legs open. I’d moan and whimper loudly each time, but keep my legs open. And she’d show everyone how my wetness had seeped through. She’d lift her hand from my pussy and show them how strings of needy wetness were attached to her fingers. She’d bring her hand back down and rub it all over my cunny while kissing me sweetly. And I’d buck my hips like a needy girl, desperate for release. She would pinch my nipples hard with one hand and rub my clitty fast with the other calling me a good girl. I’d be breathing so hard, blood rushed away from my head, tongue lolling out, drooling and sensitive in every hole. So needy and wanting. Puffy cunny leaking and my pink asshole tight and stuffed.