License to Control: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  License

  to

  Control

  The Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2017 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

  You can check out all of my other stories and keep up to date with all my new releases at my Amazon author’s page!

  Sasha Scott at Amazon.com

  Contents

  Claiming the MILF

  Claiming the Brat

  Claiming the Colleague

  Claiming the Harem

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  Claiming the MILF

  There didn’t used to be anything extraordinary about me. I wasn’t rich, famous or talented. Everything about me was completely normal. As far as I was concerned I was destined to live the same normal life as everybody else in my position.

  However sometimes life has this funny way of throwing unexpected curveballs.

  Even the day which changed my life completely seemed an ordinary one. The weather was normal, my schedule was the usual and everything in the world seemed to be going the same as normal. Then I went ahead and checked the mail.

  The first letter was an ordinary one. The second letter was an ordinary one. The third letter however was actually something that wobbled a bit off the usual plan.

  Project Virility was the name of the company that had sent the letter. I would have simply taken it for spam with a silly name like that if it wasn’t specifically addressed to me. There it was on the front, my name, Harvey Holt.

  Intrigued I ripped open the envelope to find two things contained. The first was a letter. The second was a card, business sized, with the words “License to Control” printed on the front. That only got me more interested. Naturally I looked at the letter for answers.

  “Dear Mr. Holt,

  We are excited to announce that your recent tests have revealed that your genetics rate within the top 0.001% of society. Due to this you have been categorized as S class breeding material.

  As an S class breeder we encourage and expect you to impregnate as many women as possible to spread your genes to the next generation. We believe this is vital in order to encourage the advancement of our species as a whole.

  To help you in your task we have supplied with you with a License to Control. By simply flashing this card at any woman you will be able to place them under your control and make them do anything you desire. We hope this will help you in your breeding mission.

  We wish you luck in impregnating as many women as possible.

  Signed, Project Virility.”

  I think to say I was shocked to receive such a letter would be an understatement. I never expected to read any of those words together in even my wildest dreams. If anything I was more confused than before I’d read the letter.

  For one I hadn’t taken any tests recently so I had no idea where they were getting the information. Did they mean me or had they somehow gotten me confused with another Harvey Holt?

  Point two, what kind of bullshit is having some sort of card what lets you control any woman who you show it to?

  I looked over the card again. It didn’t have anything special about it. No little cameras. No glistening foil. No alien technology strapped onto the back. It just seemed to be a normal piece of cardboard with some text printed on the front. How was this going to control anyone? It seemed downright impossible.

  Obviously though I was going to give it a go.

  I’d never buy some hypno glasses from the back of a magazine but if somebody gave me a pair I’d naturally try them on that miniscule chance that they actually worked. This card was exactly the same way.

  After all all I’d need to test it out would be a woman close by who I could quickly go and see and test the claims out on and I just happened to have somebody like that nearby. My next door neighbor, Michelle.

  My reasons for picking Michelle weren’t just because she happened to live next door to me. I also happened to have something of a strong crush on her.

  Despite the fact she was older than me I had the hots for her because she was a very sexy woman.

  Long, flowing, blonde locks of silky hair. Big, sapphire blue, eyes with long lashes. A thick, curvaceous figure along with large breasts and a juicy ass; what wasn’t there to like?

  I knew there would be a good chance she’d be in as she stayed at home most days to look after the house so with my apparent magic card in hand I headed on over there to see her.

  After ringing the bell I didn’t need to wait long with Michelle coming to see me less than a minute later.

  “Oh hey Harvey,” she said cheerfully as she opened the door, her body covered up by a pink robe, “what can I do you for?”

  Naturally I wanted to see what was underneath that robe but still I didn’t really believe that the card was actually going to work like it claimed despite making the advance. Still I began the test, holding the card up so she could see it.

  “I was just wondering if you got one of these in the mail too?”

  She leaned in close to peer at the card and, well, nothing happened. There was no poof, no glow, no weird sign to show that she was now under my spell. She just inspected the card and then shook her head.

  “No. I don’t think so anyway,” she explained, “it seems like the kind of thing I’d have remembered. What’s a license to control anyway?”

  “Oh it’s apparently this weird card that makes people do what you want.”

  “What that thing? Isn’t it just a piece of card?”

  “I know right? How do they expect people to fall for something like this? Do they think I’m suddenly going to start asking people to go and get me some money?”

  That was when Michelle turned and left, right in the middle of our conversation. Obviously I found that strange, especially as she left her door gaping wide open.

  “Michelle?” I called into the house, wondering where she’d gone.

  A few moments later she returned with her purse in one hand, the other digging inside, flicking through her dollar bills.

  “Let’s see how much I have in here then. Five… ten… twenty,” she began to mumble to herself.

  “Michelle, what are you doing?”

  Suddenly she pulled out a stack of bills, “Will this much do? I need to save some for when I go grocery shopping tomorrow.”

  Unconvinced I rolled my eyes and chuckled, “Very funny.”

  “Funny?”

  “Pretending to be controlled or whatever.”

  “But… you asked me for the money?”

  This conversation was just getting more and more confusing as time passed. For one I didn’t ask her for any money I was just making a joke but… did she actually believe it? Was she making me look like a fool or was the card actually allowing me to control her.

  I couldn’t tell if she was joking properly yet I knew a way I could tell. Sure she could offer me some money as a bit of a laugh but if I took it one stage further she’d surely back out.

  “Well I’ve changed my mind,” I told her, “now I want you to show me what’s underneath that robe.”

  Now I had her. There would be no way that a housewife like her would show herself off to me just as a bit of humor, especially not on her own doorstep. However she reached down and began to untie the support keeping her robe closed.

  To my surprise she actually did it. Michelle pulled her rope open to show m
e what she was wearing below and it was nothing more than some sexy, black, underwear. Openly, in a place any of her neighbors could spy, she was showing off her lingerie.

  “Well, how do I look?” she asked, her sexy appearance making my pants grow tight.

  My stiffness was the least of my concerns however. The thing which dominated my mind was the fact that Michelle had just done what I asked her to. It was almost like I had controlled her.

  “Quick let’s get in the house,” I insisted, pushing her back inside as I followed, hiding us from the eyes of any peering neighbors. I needed some time to process what was going on and I couldn’t do that while standing in Michelle’s front yard with her flashing her undergarments at me.

  Being inside and away from any possible prying eyes did give me some more room to think but it wasn’t like I was completely without distractions. After all the woman I had a crush on was still standing around with her underwear on show.

  I’d spied her body in the past, from a distance, while she’d been wearing a bikini so I already new that she had a wonderful hourglass figure. However seeing it from up close was an entirely new experience, I wasn’t coping well. My cock refused to calm down.

  “Could you just cover yourself up for a bit?” I insisted, needing to get rid of that attention grabbing sight from my vicinity.

  Once again she obediently followed my command and pulled her robe back shut, hiding her body from view. It was the third, fourth time if you include me forcing her back into the house, that she’d listened to me and followed my instructions. Either she was a lot more obedient than I thought or there was some truth to the card business after all.

  As an experiment I buried the card in my pocket to see what would happen.

  “Hey Michelle, could you take off your robe for me?”

  Her brow funnelled into a frown at my request. She folded her arms tightly against her chest as she glared towards me.

  “What do you think you’re doing asking such a thi--”

  Before she finished snapping my ear off I got out the card again and pushed it towards her, quickly hitting her with a new request.

  “Calm down and forgot what I just said.”

  In an instance her body relaxed and all the anger she’d been releasing was instantly drained away. It was a complete transformation and to me it was an eyeopener. This was when it actually dawned on me that the card could possibly be the real deal.

  “Now take off your robe for me,” I commanded again to see how she would react. She went back to following my orders.

  This time she didn’t just open the robe up she actually allowed it to tumble down her body, around her ankles, giving me a perfect view of her sexy lingerie.

  Even better than that if the card was real I didn’t need to stop there. I could see more than just her underwear, I could see everything.

  “Now take off your bra,” I said, my body trembling with excitement at what was about to happen.

  Michelle pushed her hands back behind her body and began to fidget around, her fingers unclipping her bra from behind which then tumbled down her front to give an unobscured view of her large, soft, breasts.

  They were glorious, they looked even bigger uncovered than they had been squeezed into her top. My shaft was now throbbing and aching, there was no way I was going to be able to will my erection away with Michelle’s exposed body in front of me.

  Naturally after the bra her bottoms came next as I requested her to remove them as well.

  “Panties next,” I hissed in excitement, “Take them off too.”

  “No need to sound so desperate,” she said to me as she slipped her thumbs down into the waistline of her sexy underwear, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Slowly she stripped herself down, her hips wiggling from side to side as that lacey black lingerie came slipping down her thighs until it too was resting around her ankles, her pussy being completely exposed.

  It was hard for me to stay composed with my gorgeous neighbor standing naked in front of me, looking better than ever. Then it dawned on me, did I even need to stay composed? If I could control her and make her do anything I wanted then why did I have to hold back?

  “I want you to suck me off,” I ordered as I swiftly unbuckled my jeans and dragged them down, showing off my hard manhood, ready for action.

  “Maybe this will help you relax,” she said as she dropped down onto her knees in front of me, able to pick up on the tension in my voice.

  Those few words of mine was all the command she needed. Without any further prompt she opened up her lips and wrapped them around the girth of my cock, slurping wetly as she began to give me a sloppy blowjob.

  This was something I had imagined in my wildest dreams but I couldn’t believe that the fantasy had turned into reality. It was truly incredible.

  Not one was it good because it was a dream come true it also felt amazing because she made it so. Her technique was incredible, she knew how to hit all of my sensitive spots with ease.

  She rolled her lips up and down my shaft and caressed her tongue all over my manhood, wrapping me up in ecstasy. My legs quickly began to knock together as I quaked in pleasure, my fingers moving down to grasp her head tightly.

  My fingers brushing into her hair only willed her on to slide deeper and deeper. The inches were vanishing into her gobbling lips as she began to use the tight confines of her throat to milk out my lust. She hadn’t even been working over me for that long and already I could feel my orgasm building up.

  “Incredible,” I moaned, my words getting deep and breathy thanks to her outstanding influence, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

  Those words didn’t make her stop of course, she kept rocking her head forward and back, sucking on my stiff manhood to try and coax out my climax. She did one heck of a job as I was quickly pushed to my limit by her actions.

  I grunted as my grip on her got even tighter, fingers locking into her hair as I kept her head pinned down into my lap, around my cock.

  “I’m cumming,” I warned at the last possible moment as my shaft throbbed and suddenly erupted at the tip, sending my hot seed shooting into her throat.

  As my orgasm surged I refused to let her go, keeping her trapped in place, forcing her to swallow down my full orgasm, ropes after rope of cum pulsing from the head into her suckling mouth. There was no way my desires would allow me to release her until I was done.

  Once that moment came, once I felt like my body was completely dry, I finally removed my harsh grip from her head and allowed her to slowly pull back, her lips and chin coated with wet, messy, slobber.

  She began to cough and splutter, dribbling a milky white strand of sticky jizz down from her lips. Before she had the chance to spit all of that cum out I thrust my license forward again.

  “No spitting. Swallow it,” I commanded before she got too far, forcing her to drink that glob of cum mixed spit back up into her mouths.

  After she’d gobbled her own slobber back up she tilted her head back and began to gulp, her neck bulging as she drank down my hot batter. Watching her drinking down every drop of cum made me rock hard again. I couldn’t help it she was just far too seductive for me.

  Michelle released a refreshing sigh once the job was done. Without further prompt she opened her mouth wide and rolled out her tongue to show that her mouth was empty. She really had swallowed all of my cum.

  “That was a whole lot,” she commended, slowly licking her messy lips clean, “I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to drink it all.”

  I wasn’t sure if she was trying to seduce me on purpose or if it was all just natural but I was completely hard. There was no way I was going to be able to settle for just a blowjob. Plus the letter did tell me that it wanted me to breed with as many women as possible. Surely that was consent from above that it was my duty to do more.

  Again I held up the card so she couldn’t miss it and made my next move, “Now we’re going to go upstairs and I’m going
to knock you up.”

  There was no resistance from Michelle; she couldn’t resist. Thanks to my license I completely controlled her.

  In any other occasion I would have been nervous being in Michelle’s bedroom but after receiving a blowjob from her and with me being in control of her actions and her will there wasn’t a shred of nerves showing from me. I was now focused with a single minded determination to fuck Michelle until I had no more strength left in my body.

  As soon as we entered the room she went straight to bed, not wasting any time. She already knew what I wanted from her and she got into position, placing herself onto the bed’s softness on all fours, her ass pointed towards me.