Chapter 15: Mom’s Business Trip Weekend – Day 2-3

Dad’s fingers traced slow circles on my bare thigh under the breakfast table the morning after Day 1, his fresh creampie from the garage still warm and heavy inside me. Mom had just kissed his cheek and left for her shift, completely unaware that I’d spent the previous night leaking his loads from every hole while cooking dinner naked. The moment her car pulled away he leaned in, voice low and rough against my ear. “Pack a bag, babygirl. I booked us the suite at the Grand Regency for tonight. Call it a work thing. We’re making Day 2 official.”

My stomach flipped with electric heat. The Grand Regency—the downtown hotel with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, the one couples posted about on those secret forums I’d secretly scrolled at night. I nodded, already throbbing at the thought, and ran upstairs to pack. He’d left a small black gift bag on my bed: the lingerie. Tiny red lace panties and matching bra—exactly the style the woman in the garage had worn that first night, the one whose moans I’d recorded on shaky video. Possession kink hit me like a drug. I slipped them on under a simple sundress, the lace already damp against my swollen pussy, then added the plug he’d bought—a smooth silver one with a pink heart at the base—to keep yesterday’s garage creampie locked inside me for the drive.

The hotel lobby smelled of fresh lilies and money. Dad checked us in under his work name, hand resting possessively on the small of my back the entire time. The elevator ride was torture—his thumb stroking the lace edge of my panties under the dress while the mirrored walls reflected my flushed cheeks. The second the suite door clicked shut behind us he spun me against it, mouth crashing into mine in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted like coffee and pure need.

“Room service first,” he growled, already palming my ass. He ordered champagne and strawberries without letting me go, then guided me to my knees right there by the king-sized bed. The red lace panties stayed on—just pulled aside—as I freed his cock. It sprang out thick and veined, already leaking for me. I took him deep in one smooth glide, throat fluttering around the head while he groaned above me. Room service knocked minutes later. He answered the door with me still on my knees behind it, mouth full, sucking slow and reverent while he signed the receipt like nothing was happening. The risk made me drip onto the carpet.