Teasing Lipstick Lover

June 7, 2026

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Teasing Lipstick Lover

The first thing I did before work was put on my bright red lipstick to match my painted toenails. I am going to be his teasing lipstick lover. A new intern, fresh-faced and with eager eyes, had offered to pay for my pedicure. It was a cute gesture, even if I could see right away that he was drooling at the thought of someone touching my feet – even if the only thing he had to get off on was paying. But I liked his charisma and he wasn’t going to last in this role long if he kept flirting with his boss and staring at her feet.

He was sitting at his desk, clacking away at his keyboard. He was trying to leave a good impression by working on a very official spreadsheet, but when I looked closer at the tabs he had opened, something seemed… off. I cleared my throat, and he looked back at me. He instinctively smiled, but his face dropped when he saw how serious I was – or how stunning my lipstick looked. I pulled his chair back from his computer and bent over to look at his tabs. I could feel a light breeze ruffle through my black champagne dress, and I shifted my hips to make sure he could see my lacy thong riding up my ass. With a few clicks, I was in his browser history, and it wasn’t good. He had looked up my Facebook and seemed to linger there for some time. Then he had looked up foot porn. The story was clear. I’m his teasing lipstick lover.

The intern was gooning to my feet. It was time to use my red lipstick.

I sat down on him sideways, the weight of my ass pressing against something hard in his pants. I gave him a knowing look and curled my hand into his hair. “Have you been thinking about me?” I said sweetly. He tried to nod, but I kept his head still. “I can tell.”

I trailed my finger down his lips and onto his shirt. Teasing lipstick lover, I kissed him, hard, and the noise in the office fell quiet for a moment. I was the boss, so who was go to tell me no? The power intoxicated me, and I pulled away, sliding off of my chair and onto my knees. He had left a small damp spot on his khakis where his cock had dribbled in excitement, and I put my finger gently on the spot. I dragged my eyes up to meet his, and I asked, “Did you get this before or after stalking my Facebook, sweetheart?”

I pursed my red lipstick as I teased him, teasing lipstick lover

“After,” he whispered. I smiled. “Speak up.”He repeated himself louder this time, and I saw his eyes dart to the other desks in the office. I made sure to give them a show by loudly asking, “So you got this wet spot after stalking my Facebook? You fucking pervert.”

At this point, all eyes were on us, and the office was silent. Teasing lipstick lover, he had smears of red lipstick on his face, a mark that the boss had done a performance inspection. He had failed.

“Get out of my office,” I said, and his eyes became suddenly afraid. I pressed my nail harder into his wet spot. “Did you think you could goon on company time and not get caught?” He shook his head, but he didn’t get up to leave. I stood up, pointed at the door, and barked at him: “Out.”

He got the message and scrambled away. With one last look at his computer, I noticed the spreadsheet he was working on was a screenshot pulled from Google. Nobody wants to work nowadays.

With eyes lingering from the display, I stood up, adjusted my dress, and walked out wordlessly. It was the most productive day the office had in years – the other employees now had an incentive, or a threat. I’ll need to do this more often. He really did the right thing, confiding in his mistress, his sensual goddess. His simple life is never going to be the same as I am his teasing lipstick lover and his dominant demoness takes control of his cock and the office.