Hello, still in 1985, the happy years or the condoms were not yet an obligation to be fucked, I continued to go to the parking lots in miniskirts and bottomless panties to play the whore who spread the thighs wide to serve as a free pleasure hole for all.I like this outfit which entices men and gives them the impression of having a real girl. With my panties to which I removed the bottom for easier access to what should no longer be my privacy, but a place of free pleasure for all. In addition, as it is too small, it makes my little boy's material fit in my lower abdomen and when a man passes his hand between my thighs, I am completely flat like a real girl.For some time, I added to my outfit, a curly blonde wig, and black thigh high boots. I managed to find a pair without a high heel. I'm tall enough like that!On hot evenings in my belly, I complete with a pair of silicone fake tits, and then there I look a lot like a real easy girl begging to be used as a cock garage.It's all in a bag that I take with me every time I go somewhere, both by car and by truck. That way, if an opportunity arises, I can take advantage of it.Following my first experience in a mini-skirt in Fontainebleau, with the man who had asked me to come see him the following Friday, I did not dare to answer him right away. But after about three weeks of deliberation between my privacy and my head, it was the intimacy that took over and I therefore forced myself to reconnect with him.So, meet him the following Friday at 8 p.m. I must be dressed as a whore, because he will use me as such: object of pleasure for all but for free of course.During the few days leading up to this meeting, I asked myself a lot of questions about what was going to happen to me. I just knew he would be with one or two other men, so I was going to get screwed. When the day came, I was not really very profitable in my work. I only thought about what was going to happen to me. So in the evening, shower quickly, cleaning my privacy with insistence so that there are no unpleasant surprises. I dress and go to the man. For ease of use in this story, I'm going to name him "Mack".He is pleasantly surprised with my outfit. I am exactly what he wants me to be: an easy girl who begs to be used for the pleasure of men.Two other men are in his living room and are also impatiently waiting f ...

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