Chapter 8 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Make Him Eat

"Rat," she said, staring down into those big brown eyes. One hand still grasping the goth's greasy hair, the other holding the bottle. "Pull down my pants."

"Wha—" he began.

"Do what I fucking tell you." She said, iron creeping into her voice, but she couldn't stop her mouth from pulling back in an infectious grin.

His face was level with her crotch. Hesitatingly, he reached up and took hold of the top of her tight red pants. Slid his rough fingers along the seam at her waist, and began to peel them down over her hips, sliding his thumbs back toward her ass and around again.

Lois **** herself to stand with legs spread apart. It didn't make it any easier for him, as the waist of the pants scrunched around the top of her thighs. Showcasing the lacy black panties.

"Now," she said. "The panties."

Less hesitation now. Rat licked his lips as he fumbled with the thin black strings against her skin. Pulled the sheer lace down, over the panties. To stare straight at her black bush, just a hint of a labia beneath.

"You like being told what to do, Rat?"

"Yes." He said.

"You take instructions well. Like a dog. You know the thing about dogs, Rat?"

"No?"

"When you're training a dog, it's all about positive reinforcement. They do what they're told, they get a treat."

Lois spread her legs as far as she could, with her pants rolled down over her thighs, and thrust her hips forward. Inches from Rat's face.

"Come on then." She tightened her grip on his hair and pressed his nose into her pubes. "Eat your treat."

The goth didn't dive in. Still that hesitation, like a man in a dream. Lois heard him breath in the scent of her pussy. Felt the hot wind of his breath against her lips—then the first, hesitant lapping of his tongue.

She smiled. Then brought the bottle to her lips, and tilted it back.