License to Control: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  “Is this position to your liking?” she groaned out lightly, swaying her hips and jiggling her thick behind.

  “Wonderful,” I told her, my lust radiating out as her dripping pinkness presented itself to me and just me.

  I grasped a hold of her ass and fondled my fingers through the soft thickness, using it to keep her body in place as I brought my hips closer. My shaft slapped against her puffy mound which milked a moan from the both of us. In excitement I began to grind my hips, rubbing myself along the length of her slit.

  “There is no need to tease me,” she moaned back, her breathing heavy, “Can’t you feel hot wet I am for you? I’m ready for your cock. I’m ready for you to breed me.”

  She was right, there was no reason for me to hold back. With my cock completely soaked and lubricated up in the remains of her saliva and the slickness of her pussy juices I pressed the thick tip into her lower lips and pushed inwards, slowly spreading her open around my sinking cock.

  Her mouth had felt incredible, it had driven me to such a powerful orgasm, yet her pussy was something else. Despite the fact she was older than me, despite the fact she was a mother, her pussy felt unbelievably tight.

  The softness of her plump insides embraced me and entrapped me. I couldn’t get enough of every velvety fold of her body which brushed across my throbbing hardness. Not only did I not need to hold back I couldn’t hold back. Being led forwards by the blissful sensations of her tightness I began to thrust, I began to use my hips with all the strength I could muster.

  Michelle’s cries of pleasure got louder every time I drilled my hardon forwards, my abs striking against her juicy backside with a loud slap of skin coming together. My thrusts were fast, they were hard and they were rough but that only made it feel even more incredible.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she squealed out hotly as her body rocked back and forth thanks to the force of my pounding body, the bed creaking below as I drove my young cock into her mature pussy with thrusts filled with desire.

  She may have been begging me not to stop but she didn’t control me, she couldn’t dictate my actions. That was why, to her surprise I suddenly stopped pumping my hips into her.

  “Why did you stop?” she panted back to me, her face glowing red as she peeked back to me.

  “Because when I breed you,” I told her as I twisted her body around, pushing her down onto her back, “I want to be able to watch the moment you get knocked up.”

  It wasn’t exactly Shakespeare but that didn’t stop her from being putty in my hands and again I began to thrust, now drilling myself down from on top of her, my weight pressing onto her soft body.

  In this position I could see her everything. I could see the place where our bodies were joined together and the way my cock thrust in and out of her wet slit.

  I could see the bounce of her soft breasts every time her body rocked from the force of my pounding body.

  I could see her face warped in bliss, her cheeks glowing red and the way her lips gasped for air as her audible moans burst free.

  I could see everything I wanted to see and they only drove me onto greater heights of lust.

  The mixture of those wonderful sights and the sensation of her tight folds brushing against my pumping hardness drove our breeding session towards a climax. I was unable to hold back for much longer.

  “Here it comes,” I moaned against her lips, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to knock you up with my children.”

  “Do it,” she whimpered back, “breed me, breed this old woman.”

  Together we locked our lips, sinking into a tight embrace of the mouths and our swirling tongues, exchanging saliva as I surpassed my limits and began to cum.

  I buried my hips down into her pussy, burying my hard cock to the hilt so that my cum had no choice but to unload in her womb. Rope after rope of virile sperm came gushing from my body with no place to go but within hers. I was filling her with every drop of seed my body could muster; I was going to make sure for certain she was impregnated.

  My body continued to release my thick, hot, sperm until all the strength had been drained from my lower half, Michelle’s insides bubbling with warmth. I’d done it, I had knocked her up.

  Once I’d finally finished cumming we slowly parted our panting, drool painted lips, the air being filled with our gasping moans.

  “Congratulations Harvey,” she said to me, “you’re going to be a father.”

  Was it her words or that look on her beautiful face which kept my lust boiling over? I wasn’t sure but I could feel the blood pulsing back into my manhood, making me erect again.

  “I’m not sure,” I replied back as I rubbed my hardness into her, “I think we better go again, just to be safe. Better safe than sorry.”

  She giggled as our lips joined together again and my hips began to roll, the two of us going for another round. Something within me had been triggered and it was up to her to sate it.

  By the time our romp session had came to an end the sun had already began to set in the sky. Quite the accomplishment seeing as we’d started before midday.

  The bedroom stank of sex. The sheets were coated in juices. Sweat stained our bodies and her womb was swollen with cum.

  With the energy drained from the both of us we laid side by side, pretty much collapsed after we’d ravished each other’s bodies so passionately for the full afternoon. I’d never felt anything like it before.

  “That was… incredible,” she moaned out as she gasped for air, having to drink up that pollute musk.

  “It was the most incredible,” I nodded in agreement. My legs felt completely numb.

  “There is no way I’m not pregnant now. Today wasn’t a safe day for me…”

  I’d never had any desires to be a father before but for some reason getting that card, being with her, suddenly made me want to put my mark into her body. I wanted her to carry my young.

  However I also wanted more than that. I didn’t just want her to have my children I wanted to have her. I wanted to be able to fuck her any time that I wanted. It wasn’t enough to breed her, I had to have her; I had to control her.

  I found that license to control on the bedside table and showed it to Michelle while we were still in recovery mode.

  “From now on you’re my personal breeder. We’re going to keep fucking until we know you’re knocked up and once that happens we’re just going to keep going until I can knock you up again.”

  There was no way she could resist me. My words were gospel which was why Michelle looked at me with a smile, her cheeks burning red and told me, “Yes my stud.”

  After all I now had a license to control. Now I was in control.

  Claiming the Brat

  So what had I been up to since I first got together with Michelle? Repeating the process of course. Every day I went back to her house so the two of us could go at it like rabbits.

  Again I had her on her bed, twisted onto her side with her meaty leg pushed upwards into my grip, my hard dick pounding into her wet mound.

  The small room was filled with the scent of sex and the echoes of her moans bouncing from wall to wall, providing us with a soundtrack of pleasure as background noise for our romp in the sheets.

  “Michelle,” I growled as I felt myself getting close to a climax, “I’m almost there again.”

  She nodded her head towards me as she moaned out, her meaty body swaying, being led on by the thrusting motions of my body.

  “Hmm what a stud,” she purred out, “Come on, do it. Fill me with your cum again. I’m ready for your load.”

  That was why I adored her, she was always so eager to be filled with my cum and of course I loved to fill her up as well.

  Hitting my limit I pressed my weight into her, hilting my cock down deep into her pussy, pressing our bodies tightly together as I began to cum and unload the hot squirts of my seed into her tight wetness.

  Michelle shivered in place, moaning in glee as she felt that warmth spr
eading through her insides. It wasn’t a sensation which was new to her but it was one that she loved to experience time and time again.

  I pumped my hips slightly to will out the last few squirts of seed from my body, unleashing it into Michelle before I slowly slipped my manhood free and fell down next to her, at her side, the two of us lying on those sweat stained sheets.

  “No matter how much we do it it always feels amazing,” I said to her as I breathed deeply, trying to get my breath back.

  “Hmm tell me about it,” she panted, settling onto her back as well, “I don’t know how you do it. You seem to be able to just keep going and going.”

  “Careful with those words. Gimme a minute or two and I think I’ll be all recharged to go again.”

  “Maybe I’ll hold you to those words?”

  I didn’t have work so we’d begun earlier than usual; it wasn’t even midday which meant if we desired we had a whole day of fucking ahead of us, or what’s what I thought anyway.

  As the two of us were busy flirting with each other we heard a loud bang from downstairs, the sound of a door banging open and then a voice calling out.

  “Hey mom I’m here! Are you in!?”

  The two of us froze in place. What had I just heard? What was happening? Quickly we began to change. A spanner had been thrown into the works.

  I knew that Michelle had a daughter but I’d never seen her or met her before. I certainly didn’t expect her to just barge into the house uninvited while me and her mother were getting intimate with each other. We were fortunate we hadn’t decided to romp downstairs like we were occasionally partial to or we would have just been busted big time.

  Being upstairs gave me a chance to try and make my grand escape without being seen. The plan was a simple one, Michelle would go down first and distract her daughter and then I would slip out of the house without being spotted. Easy to follow, easy to execute.

  Once she was back looking respectable Michelle went down to meet her daughter, hoping that the strong smell of sex which was lingering on her body wouldn’t be too noticeable.

  After Michelle had gone down, and after a small wait, I made my move as well. I snuck down the stairs, made sure the coast was clear and opened the door.

  That was when I realized there was a problem.

  I’d been fishing around in my pocket to find my keys to get back into my house, which I found, but what I couldn’t seem to feel was my license to control.

  I checked my other pocket but it wasn’t there. I must have forgotten to put it back in my pocket. I’d been thrown off my game plan by Michelle’s daughter arriving and made a big blunder. I couldn’t leave without it, I had to go and fetch it.

  Back I snuck up the stairs, back into Michelle’s musky bedroom to get my license. It was right there waiting for me, exactly where I thought I’d left it. So stupid of me, I could have been home and dry but instead I had to be a scatterbrain.

  I stuffed the license into my pocket and snuck back down the stairs again in order to make my escape. However I’d taken too long and before I managed to make it out I was greeted by a woman I didn’t recognize but there was only one person it could be and that was Michelle’s daughter.

  Unlike her mother her hair wasn’t blonde, it was a dark brown, but apart from that the two of them looked rather similar, the two of them sharing the same beautiful features.

  She wasn’t as thick or as curvaceous as Michelle but she did have a large bust which was presented to me as a deep cleavage hanging from her neckline and she was still in very good shape. She was actually quite stunning.

  However what she definitely was not was pleased to see me.

  “Who the hell are you!?” she screamed out as she laid her eyes on me.

  “Oh… erm… I’m…” I mumbled feeling totally busted.

  Luckily she didn’t instantly jump to the conclusion that I was fucking her mom. However she did jump to another conclusion.

  “Mom quick call the police, there’s a burglar in the house!” she cried out to Michelle as she fled into the other room.

  Now this was actually an excellent time for me to flee but if I did that then either Michelle would have to try and think up an explanation for not calling the police or there would be some men in uniform looking for me. I didn’t really want the first, I definitely didn’t want the second. Somehow I’d have to try and sort things out.

  If only there was some way that I’d be able to make her listen to me. If only there was some way that I would be able to easily convince her.

  That was when I realized what a dummy I was being.

  I had a license in my pocket, a license to control that gave me control over any women I desired. Any women. More than just one woman. I’d only been using it on Michelle but it wasn’t like the license only worked on her, it was supposed to work on any woman.

  Instead of taking my leave I instead followed her into the lounge, chasing after her before 911 was given a call.

  She was still there and hadn’t bolted completely from the house but she looked just about to when I came barging through the door into the main room. However I’d already pulled the license from my pocket which meant I was ready to act quickly to stop her from fleeing.

  “Stop right there,” I commanded, flashing that license. In mid move she froze in place.

  Successfully I stopped her escape but it didn’t make her any calmer. If anything it just made her panic more.

  “Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpered out, “Mom help me!”

  “Calm down,” I sighed, finally taking care of all of her complaining, “Just be quiet for a bit and we’ll sort this misunderstanding out.”

  Unable not to do what I told her she did exactly as commanded and went quiet. That took care of one problem now I just had to figure out what to do with her or what to say to her. I didn’t exactly want to say I was the guy next door and I’d been coming here every day to screw her mom.

  As I thought about what to say to her I paced around the room, around her staying static like a statue in the center. My eyes kept wandering back over to her, studying my target. It was during this glances that I gave more appreciation to her body.

  She certainly did look like a younger version of Michelle and I simply adored that woman. Really it wasn’t weird that I began to think that she looked quite inviting as well.

  “So what’s your name?” I asked her as she remained stationary.

  “Jenna,” she said softly. There wasn’t an ounce of that anger or fear from earlier.

  “Jenna, what a cute name,” I said to myself as I stopped to admire her some more.

  The more I looked the more I saw the similarities between her and Michelle. The more that I looked the more my head delivered me possibilities.

  I remembered the reason that I had been gifted a license to control. It wasn’t just so I could screw around with my crush it was so that I could spread my apparent superior genes to as many people as possible; the card was supposed to encourage me to breed with as many women as possible.

  Now I’d just been hand delivered Michelle’s daughter Jenna, a younger woman who looks just like her and who interrupted me when I was just starting up a day long sex marathon. Surely this had to be a sign? The bulge in my pants sure thought so.

  “Okay Jenna,” I said to her, finally formulating a plan in my head, “I’m Harvey and every day I come over here to breed your mother.”

  “What!?” she gasped out in shock. If she’d been able to move she would have saw the way that Michelle’s cheeks began to burn up a bright shade of red.

  “Yeah that’s right, I come here every day to knock your mom up and now I’ll be breeding you as well.”

  Before I finished I help up the license to control and turned my words from a statement into an undeniable command.

  The sudden anger which had returned to Jenna’s face was drained away again as she too was turned into my personal breeder. What she did do though was start to gain the same col
or in her cheeks which her mother had.

  “Well if you insist,” she said softly, almost as a mumble.

  This was only the second woman I’d used the license to control on but still it was shocking to see just how effective and concrete its abilities were. To think I got close to simply discarding the card as junk. That would have been a huge mistake, I never would have gotten to get myself two, hot, breeder toys.

  With Jenna having no choice but to accept a role as my breeder I unfroze her body and decided to relocate the three of us upstairs, back into that love den.