Amy lounged in her bed, stretching like a cat. Trent had to go into work late that day, so he was able to get the kids on the school bus before he left, allowing her to sleep. She felt amazingly relaxed that morning, after giving herself such an incredible orgasm while sexting with Treyvon the day before. Finally being able to embrace her black cock obsession was like a ton of bricks being lifted from her soul.
She reached for her phone and opened her photos to where she had saved the short video Treyvon had sent of his dick. Amy had lost track of how many times she had watched it shoot its load. She thought it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. She licked her lips as she watched it again.
Amy didn't have time to masturbate, since she had slept late. Her shift at the coffee shop was starting in half an hour. She got up and started to get dressed. "I wonder if Treyvon is going to come into the shop today?" she thought. "Maybe I should dress a little sexier?"
One of her work shirts had shrunk in the wash. Amy put it on and was satisfied to see that it hugged her curves nicely. Next she found the shortest pair of shorts she could get away with. Finally she adjusted her apron so it rested below her tits, with the straps running over her nipples like a string bikini. She checked herself in the mirror. She thought she looked incredibly sexy. The outfit was borderline inappropriate, but she was pretty sure she could get away with it.
When she got to work, her coworkers stared, but said nothing. Amy busied herself with serving customers and wiping tables. Her slit was already dripping with anticipation at seeing Treyvon. She kept glancing at the door, looking for him, but she knew that he always came in after lunch.
By the time the lunch rush was over, she was going crazy with lust. Her pussy was throbbing and the apron straps rubbing against her nipples were making them stick out. She wasn't even sure Treyvon would come in that day, since she hadn't seen him all week. After the previous day's texting, she felt like he would have to show up. She hoped he wanted to see her as much as she wanted to see him.
Finally, at almost one o'clock, Treyvon walked into the shop. Amy was refilling the sugar containers, but dropped what she was doing when she saw him. She ran to the register, her big tits bouncing with each stride. Janice was on it when she got there. "I'll take this one," Amy told her as Treyvon walked up to the counter. Janice looked at her with a quizzical expression, but stepped aside and let her take the register.
"Hi Treyvon, what can I get for you?" she asked. Amy could see him staring at her tits, making her nipples even harder. She wondered how forward he would be in public.
"Hey, Amy," Treyvon said. "Just a coffee today." He was being a perfect gentleman. Amy was slightly disappointed. She was half hoping he would say something lewd to her, right there in front of her boss.
She poured the coffee into a to-go cup and wrote Treyvon's name with a marker. She drew a little picture of the eggplant emoji after it. Amy handed the cup to him, and he grinned at her when he saw what she had written. He thanked her and sat down at one of the tables.
Amy could feel his eyes on her while she served the next customer. After her line was clear, she let Janice take over the register. She went to the table in front of Treyvon's and started wiping it down, bending over and sticking her ass out in his direction. She moved around to the other side and faced him, bending low again to give him a good view down her shirt of her swaying tits. Her crotch bumped the corner of the table, sending electricity through her body.
Treyvon seemed to be enjoying the show. Amy saw that he couldn't take his eyes off her. When he finished his coffee, he stood and walked over to her. Handing her back the empty paper cup, he whispered, "Text me as soon as you get home from work."
He left the coffee shop, and Amy was crazy with lust. Teasing him had turned her on so much. She didn't know how she was going to make it through the last hour of her shift without playing with herself, but she wanted to save her orgasm for Treyvon.
The minutes dragged by. Amy was so preoccupied with thinking about texting Treyvon that she tore her apron on the corner of some shelves in the stock room. When she took it off, she noticed she had a wet spot on her shorts where the table corner had pushed the fabric into her dripping pussy. She hurried to the sink and made a pretense of washing dishes so she could splash water on her lap to hide the spot.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore. Amy walked over to Erin. "Do you mind if I go leave early today? I'm not feeling well," she said.
"Sure, I think we'll be ok. Feel better," Janice replied. She had an unusual expression on her face that Amy couldn't quite place.
She drove home in record time, running the last yellow light before her street just as it turned red. As soon as she pulled into her driveway, she had her phone out and text "I'm home," to Treyvon.
"Finally, girl," came the reply, followed a second later by a photo of his hard black cock with the caption "Look what you did!"
Amy's shorts hit the ground as soon as she made it through the door. One step later, her panties followed. She made a beeline for her bedroom and lay down on the bed with her legs spread. She snapped a picture of her wet pussy for Treyvon and sent it, along with the words "Well, look what you did to me!"
"So what are you gonna do about it?" he replied.
"Put my fingers inside," Amy sent.
"That's all? You need something bigger than that," answered Treyvon.
"I know I do! Since you are not here I'll have to settle for my big black dildo," she teased.
"Oh yeah? Let me see," came the text.
Amy got up and opened the attic. She retrieved the box with her dildo and brought it back down with her. She decided to put on something sexy for Treyvon before taking the pictures. She found some blue and black lingerie that she liked, and checked herself in the mirror. "This will do," she thought with a wicked smile.
Amy took a quick selfie with the dildo next to her face. Then she propped her phone up on the dresser and angled it toward the bed. She set the camera for a ten second timer, and quickly got herself into position. Straddling the giant black dildo, she lowered herself onto it just as the camera flashed.
She took a few more to make sure she had a good one. With the dildo still inside her, she sent her favorite, along with the face pic to Treyvon with the message "Sorry I was so long. Wardrobe change!"
His response was immediate. "Damn girl! How can you take something that big?"
Amy held the dildo in one hand and began to ride it. She took a close-up picture of her pussy as the massive shaft slid inside. "I've been practicing," she answered with a winking emoji, and sent the picture.
"Bet you wish you were riding this instead," came Treyvon's reply, along with another picture of his hard black dick.
"Mmm, yes! Tell me what you would do to me," she text.
"I'd grab your tits from behind and bend you over your kitchen table. Then I would force my dick inside your pussy and go balls deep," he said.
