Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Poppy Discovers Her Power Over Men (and Women) by Ashley Copyright(C) 2022 by Ashley Before puberty Poppy was a very ordinary girl who did very ordinary girl things and didn -(TM)t really give her body a second thought, as long as it was working properly that is. When she reached puberty though all that changed: she was fascinated by what was happening to her body and regularly spent quite some time naked in front of her full length mirror checking to see how it was changing. She would examine her breasts from all angles, cupping and squeezing them to see the effect. They were only small as yet but she loved them dearly. She especially loved the way her nipples had become so sensitive and she would tease them into tiny hard peaks. And a waist: seemingly all of a sudden she had a waist rather than just her chest going straight down to her hips. Her bottom, which had been tight and dimpled, like a boy -(TM)s, was now rounded and wonderfully sensitive to the touch. Legs, which had been primarily a means of moving rapidly from place to place as she played, normally with scabbed, knobbly knees, grew longer and more slender. The part that she loved the most though had changed the least, visually anyway. Her pussy now had a light dusting of downy hairs but otherwise looked pretty much the same as it always had done. But the way it felt! No longer simply something to pee with and keep clean, it was an almost constant source of pleasure to her. She remembered the first time she had discovered the little bump at the top which she only later found out was called her clitoris. Touching it had made her tremble and gasp for air so much that she -(TM)d had to stop. But not for long. It was far too nice to stop for long. All of this was in the privacy of her own room and she was blissfully unaware that other people were also aware of the changes in her, until one day when she was fourteen and a half. She was staying with her grandparents and wanted Grandpa to take her to the mall. He was busy working on the stupid old car of his and said he wouldn -(TM)t but, when he took a break to get a beer, she noticed him staring at her titties. They weren -(TM)t very big yet so many times, this day included, she didn -(TM)t bother wearing a bra. She was surprised that he was that interested, seeing as how small they were and everything, but he definitely was. His eyes on her had an interesting effect: it made her tingle a bit down there in the same way she felt when she touched herself. She also had a strange desire to show him a little more: to see if he liked her breasts as much as she did. She turned her back on him briefly and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. Then she turned back but in such a way that he -(TM)d be able to see one of her breasts through the gap she -(TM)d created. She could almost feel his eyes burning into her little tittie. -I guess I -(TM)ll ask Grandma if she -(TM)ll take me. - she told him. -No, no, I -(TM)ll take you, - he said with a sigh, as if he were doing her a big favor. All the way to the mall he kept sneaking glances at her and it made her feel good: the way she could make him do what she wanted just by letting him look at her. Not to mention the way it made her feel to be looked at like a woman and not like a little girl. Normally on these trips he would wait in the car but this time he wanted to come with her. He was being much nicer to her as well, and when there was a skirt that she liked, but couldn -(TM)t afford, he told her to try it on anyway. It was much shorter than any skirts she -(TM)d had before and Mom and Dad wouldn -(TM)t have approved, but when she went out and showed it to Gramps, he smiled. -Give us a twirl then sweetheart. - he said encouragingly. She span round a few times, knowing that the skirt would rise up and probably show her knickers. When she looked at Gramps again he was grinning, but then so was the shop assistant, Millie. -You look gorgeous, - Gramps said. -doesn -(TM)t she? - he added, looking to Millie for confirmation. -Absolutely beautiful. - Millie replied, gazing lovingly at the skirt. -I -(TM)ll buy it as an early birthday gift for you. - he declared, and she was so excited she gave him a big hug to say thank you. He hugged her back, pressing himself against her so firmly that she felt something hard pushing against her tummy. She -(TM)d only just gone into the changing booth when she heard Millie outside the curtain. -Do you want some help sweetie? - She didn -(TM)t really need it but she thought why not? -Come on in. - -Let -(TM)s get you out of that. - Millie said kindly, and stood behind her and drew the zip down. Then she knelt down and slowly pulled the skirt down her legs. Millie was so close that Poppy could feel her breath on the back of her legs and it made her all goose-bumpy. Then Millie stood up. -I -(TM)ve had an idea. Don -(TM)t move. - she told Poppy, who stood there in just her blouse and panties while Millie went off. When she came back she had one hand behind her back. -Wouldn -(TM)t these look so much better with that skirt? - she said, bringing out a pair of silky pink panties from behind her back. There was not very much to them at all, they were proper grownup girl -(TM)s naughty panties! -They -(TM)re lovely, - Poppy replied. -but I -(TM)m not sure Gramps would pay for those as well. - -We -(TM)ll call them a gift from me. Try them on. - said Millie, gently stroking her arm. She was looking at Poppy almost hungrily now, like a dog looks at a cookie it wants. Poppy was fairly sure that Millie just wanted to see her with no panties on and was amazed that some women seemed to wanted to look at her too. On the other hand the panties in her hand did look very pretty. Poppy reached out for them but Millie held her other hand out and Poppy guessed it was for her old panties. She turned her back and felt herself blushing as she slipped them off. Then she turned around and handed them over. She was shivering as she stood, naked from the waist down, in front of Millie even though it was quite warm in the changing room. Millie was looking down at her pussy as she took them. Then she knelt down in front of Poppy and looked up at her face. -Lift your foot darling and I -(TM)ll slip these on. - Millie said, beaming up at her, and then looking directly forward at Poppy -(TM)s pussy. As she lifted her foot Poppy felt her pussy lips part a little and, from the expression on Millie -(TM)s face, Poppy thought that she wanted to kiss her down there and the crazy idea made Poppy -(TM)s pussy tingle wonderfully. Millie -(TM)s soft hands drew the panties up her calf. -Other leg. - Millie instructed, and her voice sounded strange, almost strangled. Poppy switched legs and Millie drew the panties up her legs agonisingly slowly. Her breath was hot on Poppy -(TM)s pussy and the little girl was trembling like a leaf. Her pussy was throbbing now and her earlier idea of Millie kissing her kitty now seemed like a very, very good one. -So very beautiful. - Millie whispered just before she covered Poppy -(TM)s sex with the panties. She smoothed them down at the front, her hands making Poppy quiver as they touched her never-touched-before-by-a-stranger vulva. She span the little girl around and adjusted the back meticulously until she was finally happy that they were just so. Poppy loved the feel of the older ladies hands on her naked bum cheeks and was terribly disappointed when she stopped. -Perfect, - Millie announced finally, sitting back on her heels to admire the effect. -would you like to wear your new things home? - Poppy could barely speak she was so excited, and simply nodded. Millie helped the shaking girl back into her new skirt and smoothed it down lovingly afterwards setting her off all over again. When they went out her grandfather was looking a bit confused and even a little cross at how long they -(TM)d taken. Poppy looked around to see if there was anyone watching, but there was only Millie paying them any attention. Poppy flipped the back of her skirt up briefly in front of him and saw his face light up and all signs of his anger were gone in an instant. Her grandpa -(TM)s driving was very erratic as he tried to look at her legs as well as her breasts on the way home. Poppy thought that this was pretty funny and couldn -(TM)t stop giggling. When they got back from the Mall Grandma was not very happy though. -You can -(TM)t wear that, - she told her. -your mother would kill me if I let you. - -Don -(TM)t be silly Alice, - Gramps told her, a bit crossly. -all the girls are wearing skirts like that nowadays. She looks lovely. - Poppy only wore it one more time while she stayed with them in case Grandma got really upset and told her mother. That day she -(TM)d gotten bored and went to find Gramps to see what he was doing. Of course he was working under his old car. It wasn -(TM)t very interesting looking at his feet poking out from under it. -Hey Gramps, is there anything I can do? - she called to him. He swiveled around on his trolley thing and poked his head out. -Pass me that hammer over there please dear. - She picked up the hammer from the bench and, as she handed him the hammer, his eyes were glued up her skirt and he had to grope around until she placed it into his hand. She stood up and moved just far enough away that he couldn -(TM)t see much. Gramps hit something under the car. -Could you get me that wrench? - he asked her, pointing vaguely to his toolbox. Poppy went over to it and pointed to one at random. -This one? - -Yes, that -(TM)s the one, bring it here would you? - he answered. Poppy was very suspicious. As she took it back to him, she thought that she knew what he was up to: he just wanted to see up her skirt again. She stood a little way away. -I know what you really want. - she told him. -The wrench? - he answered innocently. -Do you want to know what I really want? - -What -(TM)s that? - -A silver bracelet, just like Grandma -(TM)s, for my birthday. - -Just for passing me a wrench? - -We both know it -(TM)s not about the wrench. - she told him, and he looked a bit embarrassed but also a bit excited. -Well I don -(TM)t know Poppy they -(TM)re kinda expensive... - Poppy thought for a few moments and had an idea which made her little pussy tremble. She walked a few steps away, reached up under her skirt and slipped off her panties. She twirled them around on her finger as she walked back so that Gramps could be in no doubt what she -(TM)d done. -Do we have a deal? - she asked him with a naughty smile. He grinned back. -We surely do darling. - She stood next to his head with her legs about a foot apart and handed him the wrench. He took it and placed it on the floor next to him without taking his eyes from her naked bottom and pussy. She was so excited at the way his eyes were fixed on her sex that she wanted to touch herself, but instead she just swayed from foot to foot. She couldn -(TM)t see what he was up to under the car but his shoulder was shaking and his breathing got very fast. Then he groaned and his face went all sort of scrunched up and then relaxed completely. -Thanks Poppy, you -(TM)ve been a great ... help. Maybe you -(TM)d better get yourself dressed and give Alice a hand in the kitchen. No need to mention any of this ... to anyone. - When Dad came to pick her up Gramps handed her a small parcel when Grandma wasn -(TM)t looking and winked at her. She put it in her bag. A lovely bracelet just for letting him look! It made her wonder if she should have asked for more? She -(TM)d learned some lessons on that trip and deliberately wore her new skirt for the trip home. Before they got in the car she had it as low on her hips as it could get. -Do you like my new skirt Dad? - she asked him. -Grandpa and Grandma bought it as an early present. He looked a bit dubious but probably figured that he couldn -(TM)t object without offending them. -It -(TM)s very nice. - he replied. When she got in the car she let it ride up so that her panties were nearly showing. -Do you really like my skirt Dad? - she asked him. When he looked over his eyes went kind of wide and he stared at her legs for quite some time before he remembered about the road ahead. -You don -(TM)t think it -(TM)s too short? - -I think you look ... lovely. - he said, and just like Gramps he kept peeking all the way home. She was happy now: even if her mom objected Dad couldn -(TM)t really go back on that, and her days of sensible skirts should be over. The next goal that she wanted to work on was her bedroom. When they -(TM)d moved in she and Roland had tossed a coin and she -(TM)d lost. His room was a bit bigger than hers and had two windows to her one. She went to his room the night they got back. She was ready for bed and was just wearing a nighty. She knocked on his door and, when she went in, she could see him trying to make out her body through the thin material; that boded very well for her plan. -I want to do a deal with you. - she told him. -I want to swap rooms with you. - He looked up and seemed amused as well as a bit confused. -What have you got that I want sis? - he asked her. The next part was risky: he might tell on her and get her into trouble, but the way he was looking at her she was pretty sure that he wouldn -(TM)t. She was also very excited by what she was about to do. -I -(TM)ll show you my pussy. - she replied with a naughty smile. His eyebrows went right up in surprise but she could see he was interested. -Just once? - he asked, smiling back. She thought about that and it did seem a little unfair. -Once a night for a week? - she suggested. He pondered that for a few moments. -A month? - he countered. -Two weeks and we have a deal. - she said, and put her hand out. -Starting now? - he replied, not taking her hand yet. -OK. - she agreed and they shook on it. She was about to pull her nighty up when he gestured for her to stand closer. She moved to where he indicated and again went to raise the hem. -No touching. - she told him, just to be sure. -No touching. - he agreed. She slowly lifted the hem up to her waist and looked down as his eyes seemed to make her little pussy tremble, his gaze was so intense. Showing herself to Roland was even better than Gramps. Poppy felt herself getting wet inside like when she played with her special places. All those lovely feelings and she got those pretty earrings! Not only that but he had a noticeable bulge in his pants. Poppy was pretty sure she knew what that bulge was and couldn -(TM)t help but wonder what it looked like - all hard like that. -It -(TM)s very beautiful you know sis. - He said softly, not taking his eyes off it. -I don -(TM)t suppose... - -No. - She said firmly, although the idea of him touching her was very thrilling. A deal is a deal. The same feelings came to her that she had late at night in her bed: needing something inside her, filling her up, stretching her, needing to thrust her hips. When she dropped her nighty he looked up at her with big puppy-dog eyes. -So soon? - he whined. -One minute, - she said. -I counted. - she could see him cursing for not agreeing that up front but he seemed happy enough. She went back to her room on wobbling legs and lay in bed with her fingers dipping in and out of her moist kitty, but all the while she was imagining it was Roly -(TM)s cock. Their mom and dad were a bit surprised that they wanted to swap rooms but went along with it and they moved their stuff around that weekend. He always wanted to look for longer or to touch but, since he didn -(TM)t have anything else that she really wanted, they stuck to their agreement. Her nightly routine became to get ready for bed, kiss Mom and Dad goodnight and then go to Roland -(TM)s room. One night her dad was in his office when his kiss was due. She knocked on his door and waited for him to call her in. He was sitting on his kneeling stool by his desk and patted his lap. -When was the last time I had a hug from my favorite girl? - he said. She jumped onto his lap and threw her arms and legs around him and gave him a big cuddle. It had been ages since they -(TM)d hugged like that and it was lovely to be in his lovely strong arms again. After a while she felt something hard poking into her between her legs, as she wriggled around on it, it made her kitty feel really nice. -We should do this more often. - Dad said quietly into her ear. -Yes, we should. - she whispered back and gave him a big, sloppy good-night kiss. On the nights that her dad was in his office and they -(TM)d cuddled, her pussy was already tingling before she went to see Roland. He was as good as his word and never touched her, but his face was ever so close and she could feel his hot breath on her and it made her even hotter. On those nights she was so tempted to let him ... but they -(TM)d made a deal. On those nights she was so excited when she went to bed that she would close her eyes and dream about what her father -(TM)s cock would feel like without his trousers dulling the sensations or what Roland -(TM)s would look like. She -(TM)d play with her little pussy for ages in bed before going to sleep. After a week or so Roland began doing a paper route for the local store. It didn -(TM)t occur to her that it was related to their deal until the day before the two weeks were up. She went to Roly -(TM)s room that night as usual but, before she could give him his treat, he handed her a nice little box. She looked at him questioningly. -Open it. - he told her. She looked inside and there was a pair of lovely gold earrings. -Another month? - he suggested, and she started to nod but then he added, -but I can touch. - He looked at her hopefully and she considered his offer. In all honesty if he -(TM)d asked to touch her and hadn -(TM)t offered the earrings she would have been sorely tempted. The very idea made her tremble. -Ten days, with your hand, for a minute? - she countered, and he nodded. They shook on the new deal. Her little heart was pounding this time as she raised her nighty and his hand began to stroke her kitty. That first time he was so gentle, stroking his fingers over her and just grazing her pussy lips with his shaking fingers. It made her quiver all over. She -(TM)d counted to one hundred before she finally let her nighty drop. The next night he was more adventurous, exploring just inside her slit, and that was so nice she could feel herself getting all wet inside. On the third night he had his fingers in his mouth as she was preparing to lift her nighty and, when she did, he stroked his wet finger along her lips. It felt so nice she moaned softly and pushed herself against his finger. Then he stopped and licked it again. This time when he touched her his finger slipped inside and she gasped. -That wasn -(TM)t the deal, - she told him, trying to be cross but failing entirely. -just touching! - Her hips just wouldn -(TM)t stop thrusting at him though. -I am just touching, - he replied with a naughty smile. -you didn -(TM)t say I couldn -(TM)t touch inside. - She had to admit to herself that he was right. It felt so good that she lost count and had to start again. Twice. The next night he went one step further: before he put his finger inside her he got his dick out. Poppy was outraged and fascinated. -What are you doing? - she demanded to know, while staring at his hand which was wrapped around his cock and was stroking it up and down. -Making myself feel good. - he replied without a trace of embarrassment. -I -(TM)ve been making you feel good, now it -(TM)s my turn too. - His cock was now very stiff and the end was all shiny and a little purple. Poppy thought it looked lovely. To start with she was going to object but looking at his ... stiffy had made her pussy very, very tingly and now she just really needed him to touch her. -OK. I guess that -(TM)s fair. - she said, and lifted her nighty. His hand moved much faster and Poppy couldn -(TM)t help the little moan that escaped her lips as his finger pushed up inside her. When Roland saw how much she liked that he slipped a second finger into her slippery pussy. That felt amazing, stretching her little vagina in the most wonderful way, but she couldn -(TM)t help but look at the throbbing cock in his hand and she somehow knew would fill her up so much better. She was enjoying watching him, and what his fingers doing, so much that she completely forgot to count. She only realized her mistake when he grunted and white fluid jetted from the end of his cock in stream after stream. Wow, she thought, so that -(TM)s what a boy -(TM)s cum looks like! For the next five nights Poppy would wriggle around on his fingers and watch avidly as Roland wanked himself for his own and her delight. She only wished that she could get a release like his but there was never quite enough time. She still loved watching him do it though, and imagining how his cum would feel, squirting up inside her, made her giddy with excitement. On that last day she was expecting him to have another gift ready and she was quite surprised when he didn -(TM)t. This time though he seemed to get it wrong and, even though she gave him as long as she thought she could, he still didn -(TM)t have an orgasm. -Sorry. - she said, and he pulled his fingers from her pussy. He looked at her hungrily and then took her gently by the shoulders and laid her face down on the bed. -Roly, what are you doing? - she asked, but deep down she thought she knew. When he took hold of her ankles and pulled her legs apart her emotions were in turmoil: she really shouldn -(TM)t let him but she wanted it so very much. -No, no, no. - she said, but very quietly and she didn -(TM)t close her legs when he released his hold on them. She felt his bare legs touch hers as he knelt between them. -Please be gentle. - was all that she could think to say when there was no doubt left as to what he was going to do. And then what she -(TM)d been imagining became a reality and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hot, throbbing dick split her pussy lips and push into her wet vagina. She -(TM)d been absolutely right to think that it would be so much better than his fingers. It was gorgeous, and she felt herself building rapidly towards what she knew would be finally be the huge release she -(TM)d been dying for. Then she felt his whole body go rigid and he pulled out of her and she felt her bottom and asshole covered with his warm spunk. She lay there for a handful of seconds hoping desperately that he would help her reach her own climax but he just grunted, rolled off her, and lay with his back to her. -Roly, you can -(TM)t just stop. - she said desperately. -what about me? - -Your money -(TM)s on the dresser, buy yourself something nice. - he told her, and then for all the world he appeared to be going to sleep. She looked on the dresser and saw two ten dollar bills. It finally dawned on her that what had started as a fun means of twisting people around her little finger and getting some pretty things, had slowly escalated until she -(TM)d become nothing but a hooker, and a very cheap hooker at that. She took the money and crept back to her room. That was the last time she ever made the mistake of mixing sex with money or power. Poppy used the money to buy a vibrator which she nicknamed Roly II.