Heather

Love Powder

 

Dr. Timothy Allen sat at his work table, staring down at the small jar of white powder he had just synthesized. The middle-aged man rubbed sore eyes and glanced at a nearby clock, it was five in the morning, his wife would be getting up to prepare for work, his daughter Heather would still be sleeping until seven. The scientist focused on the small jar once more, all of the tests had been done, the powder should work, all that remained was to test it on a human subject.

Timothy left the high stool he had been sitting on. The man grimaced, his legs ached from so much sitting, his lower back throbbed in protest. The scientist pondered while he walked to the coffee machine to pour a fresh cup. The cosmetics company he worked for would snatch his work as soon as he reported his results. The company would make millions, selling the powder to the rich and decadent. Timothy drank deeply from the mug his daughter had given him for his last birthday, he wanted to see his powder in action before he gave it to his superiors, he smiled when an idea formed in his mind.

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Timothy jerked when he heard the front door slam shut. He rushed out of his daughter's room, going down the second floor hallway and into one of the storage closets.

"Daddy? Are you home?" called out Heather as she climbed up the spiraling stairs from the entry foyer.

Timothy reached up and slid aside the ceiling panel of the closet. He grasped the edge and pulled himself up into the attic, he quietly replaced the section of paneling. Crawling low on hands and knees, the scientist crossed the attic until he was above Heather's bedroom. Carefully, Timothy pulled on a panel, making an opening just wide enough for him to look through.

Heather was in the bedroom, she tossed her book-bag onto the carpet and went to her vanity mirror to primp. The young girl fluffed her bright, golden hair, she pouted playfully before unbuttoning the top of her uniform blouse. Timothy licked his lips as he watched his daughter open the small jar. She took a brush and dipped it into the jar of white powder, she applied the powder to the flesh between her breasts, covering a few small birthmarks. She brushed more powder onto her skin until her cleavage was as smooth and white as alabaster, she smiled wantonly while she lowered the powder-covered brush.

Timothy's eyes were locked on his daughter as she slipped out of her school blouse. She was staring at herself strangely in the mirror, her breasts began to rise and fall a little faster, her face became flush, glowing hot pink. The young girl ran her tongue across her lips, she continued to stare in the mirror while she loosened her skirt.

Timothy pulled back when Heather spun around. She leaned against her vanity, panting, rubbing her hands over her breasts. The scientist peered back down into the bedroom to see his daughter roughly pull down her bra. She started rubbing her engorged nipples between her fingers, moaning loudly, her hips swaying seductively. Heather threw back her head and groaned, pinching her nipples harder, her tummy clenching.

Timothy felt his cock harden when he saw his daughter reach underneath her skirt. Heather was groaning sharply, massaging her left breast while she stroked her young sex, her head still thrown back, her mouth slack and panting as her fingers worked between her thighs. The young girl's entire body was flushed, her breasts were heavy, straining the fabric of the bra that supported them. Heather seemed entirely consumed with lust, her wrist was flexing energetically, propelling her fingers deep into her cunt.

Heather frantically unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the carpet near her feet. She rested her buttocks upon the vanity, pulling her panties aside to stroke her damp cunnie. The school girl's hips were quaking as she fingered herself, slender digits squeezing her swollen cunt lips.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, Timothy gazed intently at his daughter's gleaming pussy. The labia was bright pink and dripping with honey, the flesh seemed especially tender as Heather tugged on it, moaning huskily, her breasts shivering when she thrust them out, her head bobbing, mouth open and gasping.

Heather turned again so she faced the vanity mirror. She reached back with her right hand and pulled her panties away from her pink cunt. The young girl spent a few moments just rubbing her right buttock, smiling with pleasure, caressing the smooth flesh with her small hand. Heather bit her lower lip when she touched her pussy again, she sighed in ecstasy while she played with her cunt, scratching the warm, tender folds, digging a finger into her slit, slowly sliding it back and forth within her soft cunnie.

Heather masturbated next to the vanity for several minutes, looking at herself in the mirror, her bare breasts trembling, her thighs shuddering with every stab of her finger.

The girl's father was sweating heavily, he could smell the aroma of her pussy, it filled the bedroom, making his mouth water and his cock ache.

Heather's legs began shaking so much she stopped fingering long enough to stumble onto her bed. She rested on her pillows and opened her slender legs wide, she pulled on her panties again to bare her sweet cunt, she moaned softly as she resumed stroking her hole, her eyelids fluttered while her wet fingers slid up and down, touching every moist part of her sex.

The young girl rolled onto her belly. She tugged her panties down to her ankles, then raised her shapely ass into the air. Timothy's hands shook as he watched his daughter's naked buttocks wiggle below him. Heather extended her right arm underneath her body to reach her pussy, it was puffy and bright pink, juices dripped from her cunt onto the bed sheets. The girl pressed her left cheek into one of her pillows as she masturbated, spreading her swollen labia wide, thrusting an index finger into her soaked cunnie. Heather's buttocks rocked while she probed deeper and deeper into her snatch, slipping a second finger inside with the first, her gleaming digits pumping faster and faster, her moans becoming louder and heavier.

Heather rose up onto her knees and reached behind her back. She unclasped her bra and let it fall away from her milky breasts, she cupped her right tit, massaging it, scratching the stiff, rose pink nipple. The naked girl slid her palms over her bare breasts, her tight tummy, her dripping inner thighs. She let her hands fall onto her small buttocks, she stroked them, opening her crack to tickle her honey-drenched cunt with the tips of her index fingers. Heather's hips rolled slowly, the mattress beneath her knees squeaked as she fondled her buttocks, nails dragging lightly across her creamy flesh.

The young girl was still rubbing her moist pussy when she dropped onto the mattress, hips bucking, lips parted to moan again and again. She rolled onto her back, stretching out her slim legs so she could rest her feet on the foot board of her bed. Heather thrust her crotch into the air, her pussy glistened, her pubic hair was soaked with sticky cum. The naked girl caressed her flushed breasts, rolling her hips as if she was fucking, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Timothy watched his naked daughter gyrate upon her bed. The powder he had invented worked far beyond his expectations, turning his little girl into a lust-crazed whore. The scientist couldn't help himself, with the smell of his daughter's musk in his nostrils, he unzipped his pants and dipped his hand inside. He stroked his throbbing cock, staring while his daughter bounced on her mattress, panting violently, her thighs spread apart as she shoved her soaked crotch into the air.

Heather's bed groaned underneath her. She tossed her head from side to side, humping empty air, her legs quaking, her buttocks bouncing upon the squeaking mattress. The naked girl hugged her tummy, she could feel her orgasm building within her belly, growing hotter and hotter, finally exploding from her cunt, releasing a spray of honey across her flexing thighs. Heather let her ass drop onto the cum-soaked mattress, she panted for air, her bare, hot breasts contracting and expanding. The fever of lust that had overcome the girl began to fade, she felt weak and drained, her crotch was drenched and sticky.

Timothy squirted his load into his hand. He fought for breath, his face soaked in perspiration, his eyes lingering over every inch of his daughter's naked body. He would give his superiors his powder, but not before producing a sizable supply for his own needs...and for Heather's.

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