His Stepdaughter

John rolled over in his bed, the early morning light peeking through the blinds and casting a pattern of shadows on his face. He rubbed his eyes, the remnants of a strange dream lingering in his mind. It was the same one that had been plaguing him for the past week, the one where he heard a disembodied voice whispering to him. But this time, the words were clearer, more distinct: "You have the power to change anyone, with just a snap of your fingers."

With a yawn, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something... different about today. The voice was usually a fleeting memory by the time he woke up, but it lingered, a seductive promise that tickled the back of his mind. He glanced over at his 19-year-old stepdaughter, Emily, sleeping peacefully on the couch. She was living with him temporarily while her mom was away on a business trip. Her youthful beauty was something he often found himself admiring from afar, but he had always kept his thoughts to himself, respecting the boundaries of their relationship.

John walked into the kitchen to start the coffee, the voice in his head now a constant murmur. He decided to put the supposed power to the test. As he poured the water into the coffee machine, he focused on Emily, visualizing her in a much more... revealing outfit and snapping his fingers. To his astonishment, the fabric of her pajamas began to stretch and shift before his very eyes. The soft material transformed into a skirt that barely covered her round ass cheeks and a top that was so sheer, her nipples poked through like tiny pebbles.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up with a start, looking down at herself in shock. "What the fuck?" she gasped, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. John felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the power that surged through him. "Oh, wow," he murmured, unable to look away from the feast before him.

He took a step closer, his finger hovering over his thumb as he contemplated his next move. "Emily," he began, his voice low and commanding, "You're a cum hungry slut now." With another snap, her eyes glazed over, and a sultry smile curved her lips. She spread her legs, inviting him to feast on her shaved pussy. The sight of her willingness made his cock throb in his pants.

Emily didn't waste any time. She scurried over to him on all fours, her new attire bouncing with every movement. She reached for his belt and pulled it open with a **** urgency, her eyes never leaving his crotch. As she pulled down his pants, his 9-inch cock sprang free, standing at attention. She licked her lips hungrily, her eyes watering as she took in the girth and length of her stepfather's member. Without hesitation, she wrapped her mouth around it, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in as deep as she could.

John's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the heat and wetness of her mouth engulf him. She was gagging, her throat muscles constricting around him, but she didn't stop. Instead, she slammed her mouth down, taking more of him with every bob of her head. It was as if she was in a race to get his cum, her need for it more potent than any **** craving he had ever seen. He could feel the tension in her neck, her jaw working tirelessly to accommodate his size. Her hands wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with her mouth's rhythm.

The pressure built rapidly, and with a roar, John emptied his balls into her waiting throat. She choked and sputtered, her nose spraying ropes of cum onto her chin and cheeks, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she swallowed every drop, her eyes watering but never leaving his. The sight of her submission sent him over the edge, and he grabbed her by the hair, holding her in place as he continued to spurt into her mouth. Her neck bulged with the effort of taking his full cock in it, but she didn't flinch.