Old Habits

[longterm]

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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[morevacant]

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.

[longterm]

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.

[morevacant]

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.

[longterm]

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?"

[morevacant]

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."