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You’ve been invited to this halloween costume party and you are stil deciding between outfits. You have your Detective Kate and your Supergirl outfits laid on the bed, but you have something more mischievous in mind. You’ll dress as an dark ballerina, kind of like Natalie Portman’s bl*ck outfit in Bl*ck Swan. So you get some bl*ck seamless pantyhose from your drawer, a sexy semi transparent leotard with snap crotch (you want easy access) and a bl*ck tutu.

Choosing the right shoes is a bit harder: you would like to wear your ballerina pointe shoes as they would make you legs look long and slender, but you can’t be standing on tiptoes all night! Anyway, there’s nothing sexier than a pair of classy bl*ck stilettos (the ones you wore on Crazy on Her Nylon Legs). You walk around in your high heels admiring your *ss and your well toned legs in your sexy outfit.

Once dressed you go to your mirror to put on some make up and halfway through it you decide to spice things up. You grab your phone, try some sexy poses until you get it right and take a full body selfie on the mirror. You smile while you send it to your date. The high heels make your legs look a lot longer that usual and your waist looks so trimmed with the tutu. You’re already loving this outfit, and you bet he is going to love it too!

And boy he does, almost instantly he’s answered your message. Your cellphone’s screen says:

“show me more!”

You bet he has a hard-on by now. But as you want to tease him you tell him:

“I’m wearing seamless pantyhose and a snap crotch leotard, there’s only a thin layer of nylon between you and me!”

That should keep him busy for some time, you think to yourself. You go back to the mirror to finish your make up and while you’re at it your phone dings again. What have you gotten yourself into? he won’t leave it alone now...

“Come on... you can’t just say that and not show me a l*ttle more!” you read in your screen. You try to ignore your phone for a while but he just won’t quit.

“Just one more picture,” he insists.

Oh, what the hell... is not like he’s not going to see it later anyway. You go to the corner of the bed and open your legs wide, in the classic stance of stripper sitting on a chair. You take a selfie from above and another one from eye level. Your waist and hips look great with the leotard and the tutu and the stilettos and pantyhose make your legs look amazing, so long, slender and soft...

You send the pics to your date and, understandably, he gets more worked up than ever...

“U look gorgeous... already wanking at your pics,” he writes moments later.

“Save some for me!” you answer quickly, you don’t want him depleted before the party.

“I’ll have plenty for you, don’t worry!” he snaps back a moment later.

Mhmmm, you’ve got him all hot and bothered and if he c*ms you know he’s going to be tired and listless at the party, and that doesn’t bode well... so you write:

“Promise me you won’t c*m!”

“Ok,” he writes, “I promise I won’t c*m if YOU c*m for me NOW!”

Uh-oh. You want to play hard to get, but who are you kidding... just the touch of the pantyhose on your p*ssy has got you horny already.

“Alright,” you write. “What do you want me to do?”

The chat goes silent for a while, by then you are already fondling your crotch. Then he says:

“Go get some oil and and a dildo, the biggest you got. We’ll take from there...”

Mmmhm, that sounds exciting, you love a man who takes charge of things.

“and a towel,” your cell dings again, “If everything goes well things should get messy...”

You love the sound of that. You go to your drawer and grab the oil and your biggest dildo, a transparent silicon 18 cm monster, and then head to the bathroom for the towel. Once you’re back you write:

“Ready,”

“Put your phone on the table next to the mirror and dance for me... dance slowly and sexy, like a stripper...”

You are beginning to like this game and you quickly get into character. You stand in front of the camera and start dancing, slowly swinging your hips from side to side. The stilettos and tutu make your thighs and *ss look super hot... so after a while you start turning around for him to see your rump. You spank your *ss mockingly and make as if you’ve dropped something and bend over to get it. Now he’s wanking alright!

The phone dings again. You wonder what he wants. Is he liking the show?

“Grab the dildo and the oil and sit on the bed”

You do as you’re told. Once sitting there you get your next order.

“Cross you legs and dangle your high heels for a while. Show off your legs for me.”

Dressed like this you start feeling like his s*x toy and you’re loving it. By now you’ve gotten into one of your moods so you grab your phone and show him your legs in various poses. After a while you get your next order:

“Lay the towel on the floor next to the bed and sit on it. Then snap the crotch of your leotard and show me your p*ssy...”

Once on the floor you start feeling your p*ssy through the leotard... it feels so warm and wet. When you snap it open you find a wet spot in the crotch of your seamless pantyhose.

“That’s it b*by. Open your p*ssy lips wide... I love the way they look through that pantyhose...” you read on the chat...

You do so, and it feels soooo good, all that friction while you where dancing really got you going. Plus you love the way you legs look on those stilettos!

“Place the phone back on the table, grab the bottle of oil and drip some over your p*ssy. I want it really wet and oily...”

You grab the bottle and pour a thin trickle of oil into your open swollen lips, you feel it soaking through the pantyhose... it feels so good sliding down into your *sshole. You can’t help it anymore ... You get carried away and start spilling thin streams of oil up and down your legs, you love the way the oil makes the nylon stick to your skin. Once you are really oily you start running your hands around your crotch getting your p*ssy juices mixed with the oil. You reach inside the pantyhose and open your swollen lips wide so they get mashed against the pantyhose. It feels so good to have your legs and p*ssy encased in nylon... You grab the phone and do some close ups of your p*ssy, your legs and feet in high heels. A ding interrupts you:

“Put the phone on the floor pointing at you and get that dildo and start pushing it against your p*ssy, very slowly... I want to see you burying it up close.”

You prop the phone so that the angle covers your legs in high heels and your p*ssy and reach for the dildo. As soon as you start rubbing it on your clit, you know you are more that ready for insertion. Your legs and p*ssy are drenched in oil and the friction feels great so you start pushing the dildo against the crotch of your pantyhose. You do it gently at first but you go a l*ttle bit deeper with every stroke. The feeling of the dildo stretching the pantyhose against your p*ssy is amazing, it is as if your p*ssy is trying to eat the dildo whole but the pantyhose won’t let it go in all the way. Such reward and punishment... Your phone dings again but you are already close to cumming and you don’t want to loose your rhythm so you ignore it. It dings again, and again, but you know exactly what he wants, so you look at the camera and say:

“I know what you want b*by... you want me to get it in all the way until I rip the...”

But its already too late, it only takes a couple more strokes until you feel the fabric tearing deep inside you, and then you feel the tip of the dildo breaking through, going really deep... your legs start shaking really hard, so hard that your heels fall from your feet as you c*m in waves that ripple from your p*ssy, shaking your whole body. You don’t want it to ever stop. You’ve gotten oil and c*m everywhere and the dildo is still sticking our from your p*ssy, your tutu is drenched. It’s over, you are done cumming.

The phone dings again. You pick it from the floor. The screen says:

“Look up”

When you do, you see your date standing in the door of your bedroom holding his phone, he’s wearing a mask, and he’s been recording the whole thing!

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