Heather's pussy twitched delightedly at Pop's words. She knew what "meet" meant in this case, and she was always happy to "meet" new men. Thanks to Pop she had met a lot of men lately. "Christ, MacIntosh! Is that her But she's jail-bait. Just a kid," the big man whispered to Pop, but Heather overheard and smiled. "Don't worry, gents," Pop whispered back, winking at Heather. ""She may be little but she's got more than enough for both of you. But you're free to leave if you want." "Oh no!" exclaimed the smaller one. "We'll stay. We'll stay." The variety store business was not a good one, and Pops had been sinking further and further into debt until he met Heather earlier that year. One day she had gone in for some candy and found him looking so sad that she had sat under his counter and sucked his cock to cheer him up. She liked cum much better than candy anyway. After that she began dropping in regularly to suck him off or to ask him to fuck her in his back room. That was when he had begun supplying her with replacement panties; he had actually offered her anything in the store, but she knew he was having financial problems and refused to take anything except the pleasure of having his cock in her. Once she had come in and found him in the middle of a terrible argument with a strange, hard-looking man who was insisting that Pop pay his debts - or else. Heather had quickly manoeuvred the man into the back room and just as quickly manoeuvred his cock into her. She still remembered how cruelly and brutally he had fucked her; she was disappointed that he had never come back. But after that day there were many others. Soon she was regularly satisfying Pop's creditors - and herself - in his back room several times a week. Heather was sure that by now Pop didn't owe anybody anything, she had taken on so many cocks in that dusty store-room, many of them over and over again. She suspected that now he was simply finding men who would pay him to "meet" her. She didn't mind at all; in fact, Heather couldn't think of a nicer arrangement. That way everybody benefited, especially her. Today, as she felt the eyes of the three men on her, she knew she was in for an interesting time in the back room. She smiled her thanks to Pop; he tried to smile back but he had no teeth so his smile always looked like a grimace. He was a chubby, rotund man, in his late fifties, and completely bald. But he had a nice cock. She hoped the others did too. "This is Mr. Harrison and Mr. Messner, Heather. They're salesmen. Mr. Harrison is in tobacco - cigars, cigarettes - and Mr. Messner's line is candy. And this is Heather, gentlemen." "Pleased to meet you, sir, and you too, sir." "Now, what can I do for you, young lady" asked Pop with a twinkle in his eye. "If it's cigars or lollipops you want, you've come at the right time." They all laughed, but Heather noted that the two strangers were a little uneasy. Now that they had finally met the girl Pop had been telling them about, they couldn't quite believe it. She certainly didn't seem the type, yet there was something about her that set their cocks twitching in their pants. Heather looked pointedly at their crotches and smiled. "Gee, I really like lollipops, but I've never tried a cigar." "Maybe you should, eh, Heather girl," said Mr. Harrison, the big one. "Nothing like a good big cigar to set the juices flowing, eh Pop" He laughed again, his eyes glued so tightly to Heather's tits that he didn't see her lick her lips in anticipation. "Lollipops are good, too. Don't forget that candy is dandy." said the candy salesman. "Well, I hope Mr. Messner will let me taste his lollipop - I bet it's a really nice one - and I'd be happy to try your cigar, too, Mr. Harrison, but please don't tell anyone. I'm not old enough to smoke." Even though she rather liked this kind of teasing conversation, Heather decided to hurry things along. "But actually, what I came in for was... well, it's embarrassing. I seem to have lost my panties again, Pop, and I need a new pair before I go home." The two salesmen didn't quite know how to react to this unexpected declaration, but Pop knew how to play the game. "Lost your panties again, Heather That's the second time this week and its only Friday. Very careless of you. But how do I know you're telling the truth I think you'd better show us." Heather immediately pulled her skirt up above her waist and spun around in front of the three men. They watched wide-eyed as her delightfully round ass and tender, beckoning pussy flashed by in front of them. "Golly! She's naked!" gasped Mr. Messner, taking off his glasses. Harrison just stared. "Well, you certainly have lost them - or given them away," said Pop. At least it looks that way."...

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