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The sensible part of Cesare knows that talking to Lydia is a terrible idea. It's risky, reckless and foolish. It can likely do nothing but harm his position as president. But the other part of him knows that she's just learned from Nancy how to give good head. For some reason that point seems considerably more compelling.

He waits a while before sending her a text, inviting her to his hotel. He at least has the sense not to invite her to any official government buildings, but instead to his own private business. In fact, even once she's there, she's subtly whisked away by the staff, up to one of his suites, so that the two of them aren't linked together. Appearances are very important to him.

He smirks when she walks into the room, already pouring the two of them drinks.

"Lydia. How are you? A lot has happened in the brief time since I last saw you," he asks, leading the conversation towards talking about his presidency. Apparently his ego is the thing that he wants stroked first.

(Warning: There's probably going to be smut in here.)

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How far? Lydia, quite unable to speak, and still flushed with embarrassment from the noises she made earlier, looks up at Cesare again. Hopefully, he can read the question in her eyes. Nancy had never said anything about going far.

She lets Cesare take control though, guiding her to take more. When he hits her gag reflex, though, Lydia immediately goes to pull back. There's slight panic in her eyes: is that supposed to happen? She goes to rest her hands on Cesare's thighs, a silent plea for him to help her out here.

It does everything for Cesare's ego to watch Lydia gag slightly. He smirks and places a hand up against the one on his thigh, brushing against her fingers in a quiet action of support, while his other hand moves into her hair.

"You're doing well. Keep going. Don't worry if it feels like too much. I won't let you do anything we wouldn't want. Put your hand here," he says as he moves her hand to his the base of his cock, so that part of him will get at least some action, even if she couldn't deepthroat a damn popsicle.

She does as she's told: well, it's not like she can do much else without causing a massive scene and probably wrecking their relationship forever.

It's hard to deep-throat, even if she's not doing it properly, and she chokes more than once, and goes to pull back. But every time, she sees Cesare's face and feels just that little bit guilty for not giving him what he wants. So she lets him push her more and more until she really can't go any further. By now, her eyes are watering just a little, and her fingers are clutching Cesare's leg just a bit harder than necessary. Her hand moves on what is left of his cock, trying desperately to get him off now. It's making him happy, though. She can see it from his expression. He's happy and he's at least a bit pleased with her. It gives her a warm glow, and a tingly feeling in her stomach that makes her push all the more to take him just that bit further.

Cesare watches her intently, breathing heavy and jaw jutting forward. He knows he shouldn't but he nevertheless rocks his hips slightly towards her, encouraging her to go down even further. He feels himself getting close and puts a hand to her chin, pushing her back slightly.

"Keep your mouth open. That's it," he says gruffly, preparing to come. "And move your hand."

She's surprised when Cesare moves her head back a bit, but grateful nonetheless. Her heavy breathing slows and begins to regulate again, her eyes stop watering, and her fingers pressing into his leg ease the pressure. She keeps her mouth open as directed, and moves her hand away. She's done it! Thank God! Hopefully, they can go back to pure sex now.

There's still a little bit left to go, but surely Lydia realises that, Cesare thinks. It would be cruel if Nancy had not explained the final part to her. He holds his cock and, after a few more pumps, comes onto her tongue with a groan. Afterwards he smirks wide, looking incredibly smug.

"Well done," he says with heavy breaths.

No, she remembers Nancy's warnings - let them come. Swallow it down if they want it, or get rid of it in the loo if they're not bothered. It doesn't mean she has to like it though.

Once he's come, she closes her lips, holding it on her tongue for now. She smiles through her closed lips though. She's actually a little proud. Look what she's done for him. Look how satisfied he is. She's done that. She must be pretty alright at this blow job thing after all.

Cesare can appreciate that Lydia has had to deal with a lot of new experiences already today, so he attempts to go a little easy on her. He gives her shoulder a slight rub and helps her stand up, not making a big deal out of what's in her mouth.

Instead, in perhaps a bit of an odd fashion, he just smiles and gives her a small wink. She can do whatever she pleases or whatever Nancy has taught her.

"Good?"

She swallows uneasily. She can't think what else to do.

Weakly, she nods as she sinks down properly onto the bed. She wipes her teary eyes gingerly, spreading mascara across her cheekbones.

"Did you like it?" Her voice comes out a little croaky. "Was it right? I tried to do exactly what Nancy said."

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