bimbosanddolls:

In Girl World, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.
The hardcore girls just wear lingerie and some form of animal ears.

Halloween reflection

You put on the last piece. Tonight was Halloween. The one time of the year you could dress up without restraint. Smiling you twirled in front of the mirror — enjoying the view.

Your outfit consisted of a red latex bodice with black strings holding the front to the back. Your large breasts were held tightly by the material. Under that, you had on a small red skirt and black stockings. Sharp towering heels mirrored the horns resting on your head.

Gazing into the mirror you noticed your reflection wink. You froze, did it just move by itself? The mirror’s image stuck out her tongue, then smiled wickedly.

“Got you.” It whispered, winking again. Its lips curled into a wicked smile. Hips cocked to the right. “Admit it. You are a slut.” Its tone was playful and seductive, but you knew there was no denying what the reflection had just said.

Your hands trembled as you leaned against the mirror frame. You looked into your reflection’s eyes as it continued to speak. Your legs felt like jelly.

“Don’t fight it,” it whispered against your ear. Your breath became heavy. You tried to keep calm but couldn’t. It was too strong.

Your reflection leaned closer towards you until its nose brushed against your own. It smelled sweetly of perfume and sex. You closed your eyes as you breathed deeply, savoring the scent.

The image giggled softly at your reaction before saying once more in a low, husky voice. “You are a slut. Admit it.” It leaned forward even further to brush your lips together briefly before pulling back again.

As it spoke, it placed a hand upon your chest right between your cleavage. The warmth of its touch sent shivers down your spine and made your nipples grow hard. Your body grew hot and sweaty. You panted, unable to control yourself.

“I’m a slut,” you breathed out. A warm feeling washed through you. Your body seemed lighter than air as if some weight had been lifted. The reflection’s face widened into a grin as its hands moved away from your chest. Instead, it trailed them along your curves, tracing your waistline, hips, thighs and butt.

“Good slut. Now go and have fun!” It commanded with a flick of its fingers. With a whooshing sound, the reflection disappeared from your view, leaving behind nothing except the faint scent of perfume. The mirror no longer showed any sign of having changed at all.

You took a few moments to catch your breath before straightening up. With an alluring roll your hips moved. Purposeful your heels clacked. Deliciously your breasts jiggled. You were a slut. And you got to have fun.