Yes, to John

John looked down at the cute little redhead in his arms. She was nuzzling his chest with a contented look on her face. A face that still bore evidence of the facial he’d given her a few minutes earlier. He could not help but think of his Mom’s long ago advice about not feeding strays. He’d fed this one a full load of cum, and apparently she belonged to him now, at least till the effect of his sperm wore off, however long that might take.

Frankly, the needy **** bimbo personality she currently possessed made him cringe. He wanted the girl who had tried to claw his eyes out back. If he’d know feeding her a load of sperm would have had this effect on her he’d have… well, he likely still would have done it. He hadn’t been thinking with his brain at the time. Keeping her away from that bully of a security officer might have been the excuse, but not the real reason. He was a bit ashamed at how much of a turn on her untouched status had been. Combined with her looks, the certain knowledge that she was a total, never even been kissed, virgin had been a huge turn on.

John wondered if he’d just discovered another fetish to go along with being attracted to women who tried to bust his balls. With the intention of breaking them to harness. Was he irresistibly attracted to gender-swapped former males as well? At least if he got his hands on them before any other guy had a chance? Was that even going to be a possible thing? Despite how sure Betty was that the girl was Neal, he really couldn’t recognize anything of Neal in the shortstack he was cradling in his arms. If he’d been alone when he’d come across the scene with the security officer and the girl, he liked to think he would have stepped in. Maybe he would have claimed she was his girlfriend, and on the way to meet him when the security officer had come across her,. He didn’t think he would have felt the sudden flair of lust he had when Betty had confirmed that the girl was Neal, and had whispered in his ear that here was his chance to add a girl to his harem who no other man had ever touched.

That had been the first John had heard of himself acquiring a harem, but the never been touched part had been the thing that did the trick. As much as he loved his mom, and fucking her, he’d never been able to shake the feeling that he was just sharing her with all the other guys who had fucked her before. She was just a loaner, not really his.

John wondered what his mom would think about the red-head in his arms? He shuddered at the thought of her meeting Neal in the girl’s present condition. She was exactly the sort of man-trap his mom had warned him to avoid like the plague before sending him off to school on his own. A girl who only lived to be fucked might sound like a sweet deal, but not nearly as sweet as a girl with intelligence and a good imagination, who loved to be fucked. The last thing John needed was to be in a relationship where he had to make the decisions.

The last bit was a bit insulting, and hurtful, mostly because it was true. There was a certain comfort in letting Betty take charge, at least as long as there was no question as to who got to decide when he got to stick his dick in her. Listening to Betty had gotten him his new little shortstack., for instance. Time would tell if that was going to be a good thing, but for now he just had to trust that Betty knew what she was talking about when she promised that the girl would be much more tolerable when she came down from the high John’s sperm had given her.

It didn’t take long before they reached the house where Betty lived with her roommates. John was impressed. It was twice as large as his frat house, and in a lot better shape. The grounds surrounding it were landscaped with a lot of attention given to both appearance, and privacy. A tall hedge surrounded most of the grounds and the swell and dips in the ground created lots of hidden nooks, at least from what John could see from the double wide gate which swung open as they approached. He watched the massive barriers open silently. This was way too horror movie for his taste.

Seeing John's expression, Betty said, “RFID,” as if that explained anything. Clearly understanding from John’s expression it hadn’t, she tapped her chest, right where one of the studs in her nipple would be. “There is an RFID tag in my barbell. A sensor we just walked past read it and recognized me as belonging to the house. It sent a signal to the security mainframe inside. It checked the camera feed and decided we were allowed to enter and opened the gate. Understand.”

John was still in the dark, all he got was that someone had seen Betty and opened the gate for them. “If you say so,” he told the blond.

Betty gave him a broad smile and said, “Remember those words. Life will go a lot smoother if you do, my monster.”

John gave her a smile, while making a mental note to turn Betty over his lap at the first opportunity and tan her lily-white backside until it glowed in the dark. Just because he welcomed her advice didn’t mean he was her dog. She needed to learn that this hound had teeth, and to treat him appropriately.

But, right this moment was not the time to discipline the little blonde. He was worried about the reception he would receive inside already without adding that complication. Hearing that Betty and her roommates lived in a nice off-campus home was one thing, finding out just how nice it was put a different perspective on things. He looked down at the very naked girl in his arms, with his sperm still decorating parts of her face and asked, “Are you sure this is going to be okay. Won’t your landlord be pissed I’m showing up with my own babe.” John scowled and added, “He’d better not think she’s part of a gift package.”

“He? Landlord? What are you talking… Oh, those rumors. You think me and my friends get to live rent-free in return for sucking some old fart's wrinkly dick.”

John looked abashed. “Well, something like that. Sorry. I know you’re not that sort of girl.”

“Oh, no, that's fine. I’m one hundred percent that sort of girl! At least when it comes to this place. I’d do a lot more than suck wrinkled dick in exchange for what this place offers.”

Betty giggled at the look on his face. “Don’t look at me like that, my monster. I promise the only dick I’ve ever sucked, or will ever suck if I have any say in the matter, is your’s. Just trust me. There won’t be any problem with bringing Neal inside. Besides, where else is she going to go. She can’t go back to her dorm. She can’t go home. Her parents likely won’t believe she’s Neal. Not until some of the consequences from what the aliens have done starts showing up on the news.”

“But you seem to know about them?” John suggested.

Betty winced. “I talk too much. Just leave it alone. It’s not my place to tell you. Natalia will take care of that. I’ve already earned a switching, I don’t want to upgrade to a flogging for dropping too many spoilers on you.”

John frowned. “The only one who gets to mark up that white ass of yours is me, Betty. No one else is allowed.”

“Well, you can take that up with Natalia.” Betty said with a shrug.

“Why should one of your roommates have any say? And why has she been using a switch on you?”

“Well, for one thing up till you decided to man up and fill me with your cum she was the boss of me. For another thing, she owns this place. I guess she could say she’s the landlord. She got to do anything she wanted to my ass, and the rest of me as well, for the same reason that old wrinkly you thought owned the place would have had me sucking his dick. And believe me her pussy tastes a lot better than wrinkled dick.”

With a crackle of sound a speaker hidden in the bushes came alive and a woman spoke up in an arrogant overbearing manner. “Get in here now, Betty, and maybe I’ll let you off with just a switching. You should have been back hours ago.”

“Who the fuck are you!” John demanded.

“Natalia Barron, at your service, John Kent. You and I have lots to discuss. Betty can take Neal to somewhere they both can clean up while you and I talk. Maki will show you the way to my office.”