Ladies of Townsville

"You're looking rather spent, dear. Do you wanna stop?" cooed the redhead, resting on her front on the leather, having pushed the precious puff up against the arm of the couch, embedded in a throw pillow, like some plushie.

The tomboy appeared intoxicated, from the playful tongue wrestling and exchange of heated moans. A glaze of something sweet coated the girl's lips and her tongue poked out to try a sample from her bottom lip lazily as she laid back. It was sweet, like juice, but left a heavy impact at the back of her throat. While the alcohol didn't prove to be at all vulgar, it made the impressionable youngster light headed.

The moonlight filtered the office and delicately washed over the bare shoulders and breasts of the gorgeous woman who lay before her. Bellum's feet kicked back and forth slowly in the air behind her playfully, like a teen girl. Her jacket, workshirt, lacey black bra and high heels were assorted neatly on a stool. Buttercup felt utterly overwhelmed, at the mercy of this woman who was giving her total undivided attention. She liked being treated like this. She felt appreciated, loved and felt rather stupid for feeling like that too.

"N-no" she huffed, still gathering her breath from the intense make out.

"Are you sure? We can stop if you feel-" began the woman, propping herself up on elbows, flicking back her ruffled hair, when the bold tomboy rose up, her stamina regained, and brought the woman in for another kiss. The puff blushed, feeling lighthearted chuckling against her lips and the large breasts nudge slightly at her stomach, where the butterflies were acting up.

"I was wondering where that rough, dominant attitude had sped off to. I thought I'd frightened it away" Bellum stated teasingly, recieving a cheeky grin in responce.

The expression vanished, as the woman pinched at the sides of Buttercup's dress and brought the material down and snatched it up, flicking it aside.

"Just making you more comfortable. Now, c'mere" she whispered alluringly, moaning sensually asshe brought her ruby lips back to the girl's in a tender series of kisses. As she did so, she cupped between the tomboy's legs and the corners of her mouth hitched in a smirk, hearing the puff squeak and whimper as she was fondelled.

"Ah... Miss Bellum... i-it feels strange" she muttered, clinging to the woman in a hug.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Aaah... mmmn... n-no"

Pressing kisses to the puff's neck, she smiled in adoration, seeing the adorable girl tremble at her touch.

"You're so cute" praised Bellum, cuddling the young girl to her.

She didn't want to move things quickly in case she scared Buttercup. However, the aphrodite-esque assistant was unaware of just how confident and how far the young girl was wanting to go. Free from the previous paralysis, Buttercup pushed the woman back on the couch and wriggled her cute butt, as she peeled off her panties and tossed them aside, looking the woman over with excitement.

"S-Sweetie?" Bellum called quietly and then threw her head back with a long groan, reaching her hands up, fingers snatching and grabbing at chunks of hair, as the girl pressed kisses to her chest and stomach. The actions were frantic and sudden, like the puff had woken up from the previous display of passions and was eager to unleash some pent up energy.

"Buttercup... D-darling, wait a mo- ooh!" the woman moaned, unable to vocalise now, as the tomboy slid her tongue around one of her nipples, before taking it into her mouth to suckle and nip with her tiny teeth. This is what Miss Bellum wanted. She purred and growled at the kinky kid's touch, writhing and arching her back, as the puff tweeked and pinched her nipples before kissing down to her waist, where she attempted to remove the woman's skirt and leggings.

The redhead took the waistline of her panties with a finger and slowly dragged them down, along her curvy legs and finally off and away from her. The tomboy hovered in the air, smiling widely, her cheeks bright pink at the sight of the woman strown on the couch, parting her pussy lips and looking over at her with a hint of coyness. "Come and get me"

"With pleasure, Sweet Cheeks" Buttercup replied daringly.

Pouting angrily at the ludicrous pet name, Bellum then threw her head back with a long, low moan, arching her back, as the girl swept between the space and clasped the woman's legs, prying them open as she dove in to lick wildly at her pussy.

The sounds of the woman's wild, ecstatic, euphoric cries were enough to send any man to be delirious and they motivated the young girl, who pressed her face into Bellum's groin, suckling her labia, delving her cute tongue into her core and suckling on her erect clit like a piece of delicious candy. The gorgeous music persisted and Buttercup purred, feeling the woman's fingers return to her head of hair, kneading, massaging and pulling when she hit the right spot. A little kink the Buttercup rather liked. Bellum couldn't resist: the raven hair like that of the fur on a baby bunny. Raising her hips into her face, gasping rythmically, the young girl could tell Bellum was drawing close to her peak and so withdrew, flying off into the room somewhere.

Panting, the assistant, pushed up her collosal bundle of lively hair and glanced about, drunk with lust.

"Buttercup... baby girl... where did you go?"

However, she was silenced, as the puff returned, floating before her with a cocky smile, stunning the grown woman and then her alluring nature returned to dress her features.

END OF PART TWO