Return them, after some redecoration

You set Bea’s crotchless panties gently down on the couch and walk away. You come back to them a moment later, lifting them up and setting them down on one of your towels, lest you ruin the couch with what you are about to do. You feel your heart start beating harder as you undo your belt and let your pants drop to the floor. You feel your dick twitch in anticipation, knowing what is coming. You pull down your briefs, your semi-hard cock bouncing free as you do. You grab your shaft, and start pumping it. You feel your member engorge in your hand as you look down at Bea’s panties. Your mind wanders to the demure young woman who was in here not a few minutes ago. You think about how her chest jiggled in her thin dress, how easy it would have been to eyefuck her straight through it. How soft her skin looked and would feel if you groped her chest. You grin, stroking yourself. Who would have known that such an innocent thing would have something so lewd in her wardrobe? Like a hand pump, with your next stroke a long strand of pre-cum drips out of your cock and down onto Bea’s panties. You wickedly grin at it.

You go back to thinking about Bea. She had a cute face, with lovely lips. You look down at your cock and imagine those lovely lips straining to take your girth, her eyes pleading with you to shove it deep down her throat. You steady yourself with a hand on the top of the couch, breathing hard and fast, stroking yourself harder and faster. Next you imagine Bea bent over this very couch, you behind her, rutting her like an animal. You can almost here her voice sighing, groaning, and moaning for you to fuck her harder. Begging you to dick her down. You start to feel that familiar roiling sensation in your balls. You focus on the image of Bea from behind, under you, buck naked, hilted on your cock. Your strokes quicken, the drumbeat sound of your heart in your ears. Almost there. Almost there. You imagine Bea begging you to cum, willing on your orgasm, her cute voice pleading with you to cum inside her. You feel your cock twitch and you are over the summit. A fat wad of cum surges out of your cock and paints Bea’s panties and the towel they are set on. You count at least a dozen alabaster ropes, grunting as each one flies free. Your legs grow weak as the final drool of cum slips from your dick. Exhausted, you sit down next to your new art piece and just gasp for air.

It is a long moment of heavy breathing before you look back down at the panties. They are criss-crossed by rope after rope of your seed. Looking closer, you find yourself impressed by how viscous and sticky your load was, and yet despite its syrupy consistency, it was bigger than any load you made before meeting Vernius. Big enough that if you had not produced it yourself that you would have assumed it to be fake, cornstarch mixed with water or something. It makes you wonder if making your cumshots this big and aesthetically pleasing has any bearing on their virality, any demonstrable benefit to the cause of spreading Vernius’s power. You pull up your pants and briefs and put away your package. You find yourself suddenly very thirsty, your mouth dry as a desert, and can’t help yourself from downing your entire drink in one go. The **** burns your throat but good God if it didn’t feel good to drink something.

“Phew,” you say, and gaze down at your handiwork. You do up your belt and then take out your phone. You bring up Bea’s number and start typing.

YOU: Hey Bea

YOU: It’s John

YOU: Pretty sure you left something at my place

With that out of the way, you sit down on the far end of the couch, still coming off your post-orgasm dopamine high. You give a mearthful look at the cream-coated lingerie sitting with you. Part of you is still quite surprised that a girl like Bea could possibly have such lewd clothes in her possession. The other part of you is shocked that on learning this, you decided to nut all over them, and are now going to give them back to her. Your phone dings.

BEA: Hey!

BEA: Thanks again

BEA: Just send a picture of what it is and I’ll pick it up later

You look at your phone, then to the painted lingerie, and then back to your phone. You stand up and step over your creamy masterpiece. You make sure to take a good, well composed picture of Bea’s crotchless panties glazed in your cum and then hit send. You see the little ‘read’ indicator pop up. You feel your breath hitch, your chest tighten in concern, in the long moment where you have to assume Bea is just dead staring at what you just sent her. Then your phone dings again.

BEA: omw

“Huh.” You say. That was, honestly, the last thing you expected her to say. You wander into the kitchen and refill your cup with tequila on the rocks, and go back to sitting on the couch, gazing at your handiwork, sipping at your drink with a smug grin. Then you hear someone bang on your door, loud enough to startle you and nearly spill your drink. You look at the door. You’re pretty sure you can guess who it is. Then they bang on it again, even longer than before. You rise to your feet and look through the peephole. You see Bea jittering back and forth in front of your door.

“Hi.” You say, opening the door for her.

“Hey.” Bea replies, her face beet red and looking down. Her breath is coming fast, as if she must have ran all the way here.

“They’re on the couch.” You say, letting her in.

“Ok.” Bea answers, walking into your living room and grabbing her errant panties off the couch. You watch as strings of cum stretch up from the couch with the panties, and her fingers are wet and glistening with your seed as she drops them into her hamper.

“Thanks. Bye now.” She whispers as she walks past you and out the door.

“Bye.” You reply, and close the door behind her. Looking through the peephole, you see Bea slip down to her knees, sit there for a while. You press your eye closer to the peephole, **** to find out what she’s doing or not doing. Then she gets up, looks suspiciously at your door, and walks down the stairs carrying her laundry basket with her. You curse under your breath that you didn’t get to see her reaction to your heartfelt redecoration and your half-hard cock twitches in agreement.