Cock shopping

Later that evening, we readied ourselves to go out "shopping" for a nice Black cock. Hannah decided the best way to attract the best cocks we could find would be to dress up like a real slut. She wore a cut off purple tank top with a pleated black and purple tartan mini skirt that barely covered the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Knee high white socks, purple lace underwear, stiletto heels, and an open white blouse completed the look of a sexy, yet slutty schoolgirl. I wanted to throw her across the table, and take her right there. I did my best, but she only giggled and reminded me of our mission.

"We do both want this, right?" she asked.

"You're right, Hannah" I choked on my own horniness. "I guess we better get going."

"With you, looking like a pup tent?" she chided me. "I will not step out of this house with you while you have a hard on for me."

"Well, what do you think I should do about it?" I asked, almost sarcastically.

Hannah giggled wickedly, and smiled. "You have two hands. Jerk it off for me."

"W-What?" I was totally surprised by this. She had caught me totally off guard.

"I want to watch you jerk off" she said in a sultry voice. "I want to watch you spray your cum all over the place. You're going to be doing it any way while I'm getting knocked up by our Black stud, aren't you? Do it, and I'll let you watch me get knocked up, instead of making you listen to it."

"I think I've created a monster" I smiled as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.

"The Bride of Frankenstein, eh?" she smirked as she lifted the front of her skirt, revealing her already wet panties. "An incentive for you, my darling!"

Hannah looked so sexy, standing there with her skirt lifted, flashing me her wet panties. Panties I wasn't allowed to touch, at least until after shopping. I began to stroke my cock, as much out of excitement as out of frustration. She walked towards me, and thrust a hand down inside her panties, as if searching for something. When she pulled her hand back out, it glistened with gobs of her slimy juices. She rubbed her hand on my shaft, giving it a nice coating. "We wouldn't want you to get dick rash, would we?" she said cattily. "I might want you to fuck me later."

"Oh, Hannah!" I cried out as my hand took over and rubbed the shaft of my pulsing cock harder and faster. I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot my load. I could feel pressure in my balls as they swelled up. "Cum in my panties" Hannah whispered. I looked down, and she stood close to me with the front of her panties pulled down and open, ready to receive my cum. I couldn't bear it any more. "I'm Cuming!" I cried as rope after rope of my hot cum unloaded into her panties, and onto her bare mound.

Hannah giggled again as she closed her panties, and let her skirt fall into place. "That was a lot of baby cream. Maybe we should get you a Black girl, and have two babies? I shouldn't be the only one who has fun, should I?"

I had managed to catch my breath, and zip myself up. "I think you've gone completely mad, but I'm also driving there with you."

We both laughed together, then we kissed. "Come on" said Hannah. "Let's go look for some dark meat down at the pub."

And so we left to begin our journey into cuckoldry. I had no idea what to expect once we got to the pub, but whatever happened, I was sure I asked for it, and Hannah was more than willing to give it to me.