I Knead You Right Now

It wasn't even noon yet and I had already finished baking for the day and cleaned up out back. I walked up front to the sales counter where my husband, Mike, was fielding orders by himself with a line out the door. I stood in the doorway for a moment and drank in the sight. He looked so sexy in his flour-coated apron. And, God, his arms! Mike's short shirtsleeves stretched tight over his huge biceps. I loved to watch him work. There was something about watching him charm every customer with his smile and expertly keep the line moving that was so fucking hot.

I put a hand on his lower back to get his attention, "Need any help, Babe?"

"Oh, no, I got this. You can finish up out back."

"I'm all done."

"Well then it sounds like you've earned a break," he smiled down at me.

"You sure you don't need help, Baby?"

"I'm sure. Now go rest!" He playfully shooed me out back and then went back to the register.

I could not have asked for a better husband than Mike. He fully supported my dream of opening a bakery and even quit his job in insurance to help me run it. I did all the baking every morning and he ran the counter and took care of the financial side in the cramped office we had set aside for him out back. I know that the customer service side of things was a source of a lot of frustration for him. There were always some customers that just refused to be pleased. Maybe he had planned on doing different things than selling fresh bread and muffins and scones, but he did it for me. I know he just wanted to see me happy.

I went to the office and sat down in his chair. I shook the mouse and the lethargic PC whined to life. While I waited for it to boot up, I heard Mike out in the storefront laughing with the customers. I loved his deep, rumbling laugh. It was so cute. The computer was taking too long so I pulled my phone out. The screen was covered with a fine dusting of flour, just like everything I owned.

Seeing the Snapchat icon on my home screen gave me an idea. We wouldn't be home for hours, but I always found that it paid off to tease Mike throughout the day. If I could keep his thoughts straying to me and my body while he worked, he'd be absolutely ravenous to get my clothes off when we got home. I loved, loved, loved it when he got like that. It was so hot.

Fuck it, I thought.

I got up and shut the office door, clicking the lock in the handle. I sat back in the office chair and took a normal picture, with only a suggestive lip bite. On that one, I wrote, "Hey Baby..."

Then I undid most of the buttons on my shirt and took another picture, giving him a little peek at the bra I was wearing. "I have something for you to take care of when we get home tonight," I wrote.

I listened outside the door, before taking the next one. It sounded like I still had complete privacy. I took my shirt and bra off and sent a snap of my tits. Sexting him while he worked made me feel so naughty. It was turning me on even more. I took it one step further. I unbuttoned my pants and slid my hand inside my panties. I filmed myself rubbing my clit and softly moaning. After filming the snap, I put my clothes back on and quickly typed out, "I need you right now."

It occurred to me that he might check his phone in front of someone. I texted him in all caps: "THOSE SNAPS ARE JUST FOR U <3 <3 <3"

I went back out front. Mike looked relieved to see me.

"Baby, can you take the next few customers? I have to step out back for a minute."

"Of course," I said.

He put his hands on my hips and squeezed past me in the tight area behind the counter. Every time he touched me, it drove me crazy. I wanted to fuck him right then. I did my best to focus on the customers in line, but my thoughts kept drifting to Mike. He was probably in the bathroom checking his phone, looking at the Snapchat messages I had left for him. Maybe he was getting hard watching me play with my pussy for him. I was so wet thinking about it.

I managed to get the breads and pastries for everyone in line and send them off with a smile. When Mike got back a few minutes later, there was no one in the store.

"Finally we get a break," I said to him.

He didn't respond. He just walked over to the door, flipped the sign to "Closed" and locked the door. For a moment, I worried he was mad about something.

He turned to look at me and his expression was still so serious. "I need to see you in my office," he said, his tone allowing no room for argument. I felt like a student called into the principal's office. My breath had caught in my throat. It was also a huge turn-on when Mike got stern. The idea popped into my head that maybe he had a "reprimand" in mind. I thought of him bending me over his knee and giving me a spanking and I felt my pussy throb in my pants.

I walked into the office with Mike right behind me. He shut the door. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. He closed the distance between us. I looked up at him, again feeling like I was about to get a talking-to from an authority figure.

Mike leaned down and brought my chin up towards him. He kissed me and I felt my heart flutter.

"What do you think you're doing?" He let the question hang in the air.

"What do you mean?" I feigned innocence.

A smile crossed his lips, "I mean the way you're teasing me at work."

"Oh, that," I blushed, looking down.

"Yeah, that," he chuckled. "If you're going to make me hard at work, the least you can do is help me take care of it."

I looked down at the bulge in his pant leg. I bit my lip. "I don't mind helping."

"I bet you don't," Matt laughed.

I reached down and started pulling his belt out. He pulled me in for another kiss. I melted at the touch of his lips, but still managed to unbutton and unzip his pants with fumbling fingers. I gave him a playful push down onto the office chair and knelt in front of him. He ran his fingers through my hair, drinking in the sight of me on my knees in front of him.

I pulled his cock out of his boxers. God, I loved his cock. Especially when it was this hard and throbbing for me. I licked up his impressive length just to watch him relax into it. Then I slid my lips over the head. I took in as much of his cock as I could. I only got halfway down, before it was too much. I always had to work up to getting him all the way down my throat. He leaned his head back in the chair, fully enjoying having his cock in my mouth. Mike loved nothing more than watching me gag on his cock.

I prided myself on being able to give great blowjobs. I sucked up and down the length of his cock, slurping loudly and stroking his cock with my hand. In only a few minutes, I had Mike breathing harder and moaning. I could feel his cock straining towards orgasm in my mouth. There was nothing wrong with that, but today I needed more. Today, I wanted to be properly fucked.

I came off his cock for a moment and asked him sweetly, "Mike, can you fuck me, please?"

I knew he wouldn't be able to resist. In response he stood up and lifted me to my feet. He was frantic and breathless with need as he pulled my pants down. He spun me around and bent me over the desk, sending a stack of papers flying. He didn't even pause. He pulled my panties down and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy.

"Is this what you wanted, Baby?" He said, teasing me with the head of his cock. I was breathless with anticipation of his thrust inside me.

"Mmhmm," I breathed.

"Did you tease me hoping I'd come fuck you?"

I nodded.

"You little slut! Do you want my cock?" he asked.

"Yes, Baby. Please!" I breathed.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He slid his cock inside me, filling up my pussy. I gasped. Mike pushed my head down towards the desk and held me there while he thrust his cock inside me. God, I loved being fucked like this. It was so damn hot when he held me down and filled me up.

Mike's hands gripped my hips. He pushed his cock as far inside me as it would go. I felt an orgasm building as he thrust inside me over and over again.

"Oh, fuck, Mike," I gasped. I was grateful we were alone in the shop. I wasn't being quiet exactly.

"Come for me, Baby," he grunted.

"Fuck, ok," I cried out through gritted teeth as an orgasm washed over me.

I felt Mike's thrusts become short and slow as he came inside me. He let out a groan. It was so sexy. I leaned down on the desk, panting. Mike pulled out of me and gave my bare ass a playful slap. My legs were shaking so I sat down in Mike's chair, while I recovered. Mike started pulling his pants back up. I was still in a bit of a daze.

Mike stood over me. "I almost forgot," he said, holding his cock. "Clean up the mess you made, Baby Girl." I was all too happy to do what he said. I was his little slut and it turned him on to make me suck his cock while it was still glistening wet from my pussy. In one long, slow motion I took his cock down my throat and sucked the length of it. When I was finished, he took his cock out of my mouth and pulled up his pants. Mike leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Good girl," he said, before leaving the office and shutting the door behind him.

I heard him unlock the front door and a few minutes later heard the chatter of customers. After I had fully recovered, I went out to help him, but the whole time I was thinking about how it felt to have him inside my pussy and halfway down my throat. I was already starting to get hot again. If I start teasing him now, I thought, maybe by the time we get home he'll be desperate to bend me over and fuck me like that again. It was worth a shot. I asked if he could handle the customers by himself for a few minutes. He said it was no problem, so I grabbed my phone and went to the bathroom. I thought he might like a reminder of what was his to take when we got home.