Lips #18 (Aespa's Ningning)

Your apartment is quiet. Except for the faint sound of your footsteps across the floor after you dropped your things at the door. Waiting by the couch, on her knees, is Ningning. Her hair falls in loose waves around her face, framing the black leather collar snug around her throat. A thin silver tag dangles from it. Engraved with one simple word.

“Pet”

Her eyes flick up the moment you appear. Wide, expectant and shining with need. She shifts slightly on her knees, hands folded neatly in her lap just the way you trained her.

“Good girl.”

Your knuckles brush along her cheek. Her lips part at the praise, a soft whine escaping her. She leans into your touch like she can’t help herself. You sink onto the couch, spreading your legs.

“You know your purpose.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ningning whispers instantly, her voice small but eager. Her hands are already reaching for your waistband. She frees you a moment later, her breath catching as your cock springs heavy into her palm. She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips open. Her tongue stretches out. And then she lowers her mouth onto your shaft until the tip presses against the back of her throat. Her body trembles, but she stays there. She chokes softly, drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. The collar around her throat shifts with each swallow, a perfect reminder of her role.

You rest your hand on her head, feeling her throat flex around you.

“That’s it.”

Ningning moans softly around your cock, the vibrations running straight up your length. She doesn’t bob her head or move. She just stays buried, her throat stretched, your cock snug inside her mouth like she was made for it. Saliva leaks freely down her chin, dripping onto her chest. But she doesn’t move a muscle. Her only purpose now is to keep you sheathed. To be your personal cock warmer. Until you decide otherwise. Your cock is sunk deep into her throat, her lips sealed tight around your base. Her eyes are half lidded and teary. Her chest rises and falls in shaky little gasps every time she swallows around you. The drool that has been dripping steadily from her chin is now already sliding down her collarbone, soaking into the thin fabric of her top.

You barely spare her a glance. Your hand rests lazily on her head, more out of habit than need. Your other hand moves to your phone. You unlock the screen, scrolling casually through messages, emails and a couple of news headlines. The contrast is obscene. You, relaxed and busy. Ningning, trembling and stuffed full, her throat stretched wide by your cock.

A faint gurgle escapes her when she shifts her jaw, but you ignore it. She whines softly around your length. The sound bubbles through her spit, and the vibration makes you twitch against her tongue. You glance down briefly, meeting her pleading eyes, then return to your phone. Her throat flexes again, swallowing around you instinctively. You don’t react.

Minutes pass. You scroll, answer a couple of texts, adjust yourself deeper into the couch. Meanwhile, Ningning drools messily, saliva coating your cock and pooling down onto her chest. Her thighs press together tighter and tighter as the ache between them builds. Every so often she moans. Muffled and weak sounds of plea. But you just stroke her hair absently, as if she was a pet.

“Good girl.”

You praise without looking up, your eyes still on the glowing screen in your hand.

She shudders at the praise, her whole body trembling as she continues to hold you in her throat. Your personal cock warmer, silent and forgotten while you focus on everything but her. Ningning stays buried on your cock, her throat stretched, lips pressed tight against your base. Drool streams down her chin in long, messy ropes. Now it’s already dripping onto her knees and pooling on the floor. Her eyes water constantly, tears mixing with spit until her face glistens. You sit back, scrolling casually. Eventually you log onto Tinder.

Your thumb moves idly, flipping through photos of smiling, dolled up girls. Fit bodies, pretty dresses, party poses. All the while, your cock sits lodged deep in Ningning’s throat, her whole body trembling just to keep you warm. Every so often you pause, tapping a girl’s profile to check more pictures.

“Mm… she’s cute.”

You murmur to yourself.

“Nice body. Could be fun.”

Ningning makes a strangled noise around your dick, her throat tightening, but you don’t acknowledge it. You just keep scrolling, your cock twitching in her mouth whenever a particularly hot profile flashes on screen. Her eyes lift, watery and wide, staring at you with disbelief. As if she can’t understand how you could even think of other girls while she kneels here. Her lips stretched. Her throat raw. Her face dripping.

But she doesn’t move. She can’t. She’s your pet.

A thick gag rattles from her chest when her throat spasms, forcing another flood of spit to leak down over her collar. You just pat her head absently, eyes still on your phone.

“Easy, pet. Don’t make a mess. You’ll ruin the floor.”

Her body jolts with humiliation, but she swallows hard, trying to steady herself. She lets out a muffled whine that vibrates around your cock, as if begging for your attention. You swipe again, grinning faintly.

“Damn… this one’s gorgeous. Wouldn’t mind having her on her knees, too.”

You glance down briefly at Ningning, her face ruined with spit and tears, her lips stretched red and raw around you.

“Not that you count, of course. You’re just my cock warmer.”

Her eyes flutter shut at the words, her whole body trembling. She’s suffering, degraded, but obedient, holding your cock in her throat as you keep swiping through prettier, “better” girls.

You keep going, half smiling at the screen while Ningning gags softly around you. Her lips are swollen, her throat stretched to its limit, but you don’t pay her more than a passing glance. Instead, you stop on another profile. A girl in a tight red dress, posing with her friends at a bar. You tilt your phone down toward Ningning’s tear streaked face.

“Look at her.”

You say, as though Ningning is nothing but an audience.

“She’s way hotter than you. Can you imagine how good she’d be on her knees?”

Ningning’s eyes lift, watery and pleading. But you just angle the screen closer until the photo fills her vision. She moans weakly around your cock, the sound echoing through her spit as it slides down her chin. You swipe again. Another girl, this one in gym clothes, toned body gleaming with sweat. You chuckle.

“Bet she could ride me for hours without stopping. Way better than anything you could do.”

Ningning lets out a muffled whimper, her throat convulsing as she swallows around you. A fresh flood of drool spills down her neck, soaking into her collar. She trembles, not daring to pull back, even as the humiliation makes her chest hitch with sobs.

You scroll once more, stopping on a bikini shot. Long legs, curves displayed perfectly in the sunlight. You lean back and sigh contentedly, your cock twitching inside Ningning’s throat.

“God, just imagine fucking her… she’d be heaven. Not like you.”

Ningning’s whole body shudders at your words. Her lips tighten instinctively around you, as though trying to prove her worth, to cling to the only role you’ve given her. You don’t acknowledge it. You just rest your hand lazily on her head. Your thumb hovers over the screen, smirk tugging at your lips as you scroll through the bikini girl’s gallery. Her name flashes across the top.

Somi

One photo has her leaning against a pool chair, tits straining against a tiny top, her smile bright and inviting. Another shows her leaning forward at the pool’s edge, water glistening on her back, her ass just barely visible beneath the surface.

You tilt the screen so Ningning can see, your cock still buried in her throat.

“Look at Somi. Should I text her, pet? See if she wants to come warm me up instead?”

Ningning whimpers around you, her throat tightening as she tries to shake her head. Her eyes widen, glistening with tears, her lips trembling against your shaft. But you just chuckle.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You type out a quick message, something simple but suggestive and send it. The little whoosh sound of it sending makes Ningning flinch. She moans weakly, muffled around your cock. You swipe again, scrolling lazily through more girls, each one prettier, hotter, more carefree than the one drooling at your feet. Ningning’s chest heaves with every shallow gag, her body shaking as though every swipe cuts deeper.

Then…

Ding.

A notification.

You glance down at Ningning, then back at your phone, eyebrows lifting.

“Well, what do you know…”

Somi’s name lights up on the screen. She replied.

The sound alone makes Ningning whine desperately,.Her eyes dart toward the phone, then up at you. She looks terrified, her lips trembling around your cock. The thought of being replaced has broken something inside her.

Your cock twitches inside Ningning’s throat as her wide, tear streaked eyes watch you.

“Let’s see what Somi has to say…”

You read it aloud, word for word.

“Hey thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself. That picture on your profile… are you as big in real life as you look there?”

A grin spreads across your face. She checked out your profile. And she also saw the picture of you in your trunks at the beach.

“Well, isn’t she forward?”

Ningning gags softly, throat flexing hard around you. You just pat her head like she’s nothing more than furniture while you type a reply.

“Bigger.”

You send, smirking as you stroke her hair lazily.

Moments later, another ding. You chuckle and read it again.

“Mmh, prove it. Send me something.”

Ningning whimpers around your cock. Her throat clenches. Drool pools down her chin, but she can’t pull away. Not with your hand heavy on her head.

“Should I send her a picture, pet?”

You tease, showing Ningning the screen.

“Of me inside your throat, maybe?”

She moans frantically, muffled, shaking her head as best she can, tears spilling faster. But you ignore her, thumb tapping quickly. You send her a picture of your cock from your gallery. But it’s not just your cock in the picture. It’s lying on Ningning’s face. And she looks at it, cross eyed, tongue hanging out of her mouth. The small silver tag of her collar seems to glow as the flash of the camera hits it.

Another ding.

“God, that’s so hot. Bet you could wreck me with it. When can I see you?”

You laugh, leaning back, your cock still snug in Ningning’s mouth as if her suffering is nothing but background noise.

“See that?”

You show her the picture you sent and Somi’s reply. A wave of boiling hot shame rushes through Ningning’s body. She sobs around your cock.

“She didn’t even acknowledge you.”

It’s almost impossible to say that nonchalantly, but you pull it off anyway.

Ningning’s body trembles. Her nails dig into her own thighs, but she stays in place. She has no choice. She’s your cock warmer, even while you text other women right above her head.

The conversation grows spicier with every ding, every line you read out loud. Somi begging for a taste, hinting at how good she’d be bouncing on your cock, saying she’d swallow you whole. All while Ningning drools, gags, and moans pitifully around you, forced to listen to another girl talk about how much better she could be.

“I’m imagining it now. Me on my knees with you in my mouth. Bet I’d swallow without spilling a drop.”

You chuckle, angling the screen so Ningning can see the words through her blurred vision.

“Hear that, pet? She says she’d swallow everything. Can you say the same?”

Ningning gags softly around you, drool dripping steadily down her chin. Her throat pulses again as if trying to prove herself, but you just hum, thumbing a reply.

Another ding.

“God, you’re driving me crazy. You free this weekend?”

You grin.

“Persistent little thing, isn’t she?”

You type back something vague, enough to keep her hooked. Ningning’s lips quiver helplessly around your cock. The back and forth continues for a few more minutes. Somi is sending you emojis, half teasing, half hungry messages. You read just enough of them aloud to twist the knife in Ningning’s chest. Every word about how much Somi wants you makes her shudder more. Drool soaks her collar as she’s forced to keep you warm like a forgotten toy.

Finally, another buzz.

“Have to go now. Talk soon 😉.”

You lock your phone, sliding it into your pocket, and look down at Ningning for the first time in what she feels like forever. Her face is ruined. Spit, tears, mascara streaks are all blending together as she clings to your cock with her lips.

“Looks like Somi’s gone.”

Your fingers tighten in her hair.

“Which means it’s just you and me again, pet.”

You pull her head back slowly, your cock sliding free of her throat with a slick pop. She gasps loudly, chest heaving, a string of spit connecting her swollen lips to your tip.

For a moment, you just look at her.

“Let’s make some use of that mouth.”

You press your cock between her lips again, not sinking in this time, just sliding it across her tongue. Then you start moving your hips. You use her mouth like a wet hole. You jerk yourself off with her lips. Ningning moans weakly as your pace increases. She can only take it as you turn her into your fleshlight. Your cock glides wetly through Ningning’s lips with each thrust. You use her mouth like it’s nothing but a sleeve, getting yourself off with her lips while she kneels obediently, moaning softly through the mess.

Her eyes are half shut, tears streaking down while drool strings from her chin. Every time your cockhead pushes against her tongue, her whole body shudders as if she’s grateful just to be touched at all. Your breathing grows heavier, your thrusts rougher, the need coiling tight inside you. You grip her hair, holding her steady as your hips buck faster against her ruined mouth.

“Hold still.”

Your cock twitches against her lips.

“I’m gonna finish.”

Ningning moans, eyes fluttering open just in time to see your climax.

Hot ropes of cum streak across her face. They splatter her cheeks, her nose, her lips, even streaking up toward her forehead. She gasps at the sudden warmth. Her mouth falls open wider as drops drip onto her tongue. Another thick spurt paints her jawline, sliding down to her collar, mixing with the drool already soaking her chest.

Her face is a masterpiece of filth after just a couple of seconds. It’s glazed and dripping, every inch smeared with your cum and her spit. You tighten your grip in her hair, tilting her head back so she can’t wipe anything away.

“Don’t move.”

Ningning freezes, her breath shuddering, cum dripping down her chin. Her glassy eyes meet yours, silently begging for praise.

Instead, you pull your phone back out. The screen lights up, casting a glow over her ruined face.

“Perfect.”

You angle the camera.

“This’ll make a nice picture for Somi.”

Ningning’s eyes widen in shock, another whimper breaking from her throat. But she doesn’t move. She can’t. She just kneels there, drenched in your cum, while you snap the picture to send to another girl.

Your cum slides slowly down her cheek as the shutter clicks.