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A/N: Gah I had zero inspiration for a while there, but now I think I'm ready to continue this!

Star92; "Chez Ben" would mean something along the lines of "At Ben's Place" It's french, and you'll sometimes see restaraunts with Chez in the name, It's just a little joke he's cracking.



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"Chez Ben? As in you live here?" I asked, a bit surprised, he was young, and this house was huge, I suddenly felt a bit ashamed of tiny apartment.



"Yes, I do have two roommates but they're gone up north for the weekend, camping" Ben answered in the delicious voice, his eyebrows raising slightly in a way I took to be suggestive.



I felt a rush of warmth tint my cheeks red, and another rush somewhere much more intimate. I laugh a small, girlish giggle, hoping my blush would be blamed on the hot sun.



"Well come on inside, we'll have a bite, and then I'll show you around."

He offered his arm, which I accepted (feeling rather silly, might I add), and led me into the beautiful house.



The inside of the house was elegant, not overdone, with cream coloured walls, and clean marble floors, lovely paintings and photos hung around the area, as large windows let in an abundance of natural light. I was so awed, that I let my arm slip from his as I stared around. "Beautiful..." I whispered.



Ben continued to walk straight for a pair of french doors that lead out into a perfectly manicured back yard, complete with pool and elaborate garden. As I followed him, I could see a table with a spread of delicious fruits, vegetables, as well as deli-style meats, cheeses and pickles.



"Oh wow, it look wonderful, and your home is amazing!" I exclaimed. The only reply he made was low chuckle as he pulled out a chair for me.



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After the meal, I found myself rather stuffed, and a patted my stomach with a lazy grin on my face.

"Well, that was absolutely delightful, Ben," I complemented, laying a hand on his arm.



Our eyes met, and it sent an electric shot through me, suddenly, I was hungry again as dark, predatory eyes held my green ones. My tongue flicked out to lick along my lower lip, as per my nervous habit. And then he leaned forward, having to stand up to maneuver around the table, and his soft lips caught mine.



I tried to gasp, but my breath was taken away as our lips met and released, slowly and gently. As I leaned in, the kiss became deeper, and soon his tongue was pressing it's way between my lips.



Now I'm really never been a huge fan of kissing, it always felt so empty, and I could never really get into it, too sloppy, too messy. But Ben was different, demanding, controlling of the kiss, and igniting a fire deep within me as his hands wandered up and down my sides, and over the curve of my breasts.



We broke apart, gasping for air, but longing to meet again in that passionate kiss. There was an unspoken question in his bright eyes, and I answered only with a tiny nod. Next thing I knew, my hand was in his, and he was tugging me into the house, and up the stairs.



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The way up the stairs was a rough, and slow, go, as our hands wandered and we stopped to kiss every few steps, him pinning me against the wall. Finally we arrived at a closed door, which contained his room. Alright, now or never kiddo, if you go in there, there's no going out... I thought to myself, my breath hitching, as I made my choice, a step forward.



The room was lavish, thick white carpet, walls painted dark red, with a draped, four-poster bed in the middle, the sheets black and curtains red. One wall was filled with windows, but had black curtains drawn across them.



Ben came up behind me, having shut the door, and wrapped his strong arms around my mid-section. I could feel his manhood press against me, already semi-hard from our trip upstairs, as he nuzzled my neck.

"Do you want to do this?" he asks, though he knows the answer.



"Yes..." I moan as he begins to gently suck on the sensitive flesh of my neck, tilting my head to expose more flesh.



His hands move, slyly slipping along my sides and backs, searching for the zipper of my dress. He finds it, undoing it and freeing me from the cloth. I am left in only my yellow bra and black panties. A blush covered, what I'm sure was, my entire body, I was nervous under his calculating gaze.



"Get in the bed," He instructed, I noticed the sharpness in his tone, and predatory grin as he gazed intently at me.

I hurried to get in the huge, curtained bed, and once there, sat self-consciously, folding up my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around my knees.

After a short wait, I heard the curtains being moved to let Ben in, I was a bit surprised to see that he had removed all of his clothes except his white and blue striped boxers, which presently with tented rather noticeably.



"Lay back."



Another order obeyed.



He moved so he was on top of me, and quickly covered my lips with his. I immediately began to moan, as his hands wandered once again, paying special attention to my C-cup breasts, fondling and pinching my nipples to hardness, as the wetness between my legs grew.



At some point he'd removed my bra and panties, and I was amazed I hadn't noticed. I felt consumed with passionate hunger, I wanted more.



He broke the kiss and sat up on his knees, breathing heavily, and shaking just a bit. His eyes met mine, and then dropped down to his straining cock. I knew what he wanted me to do next. I moved so that I was kneeling on all fours, and gently pushed him back so he was laying on his back before me. I slowly removed his boxers, kissing down his toned stomach and over his hip bone and leg, before throwing the material to the side.



I slowly moved back up his body, until my mouth hovered directly over his beautiful manhood. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue up the underside of it, before swirling my tongue around the head, licking up the pre-cum that had already begun to leak. I was nervous, afraid that I would show my inexperience at such things. I slowly put my mouth over the tip, and sucked hard, slowly moving down and taking more in. He was so big, I didn't think I'd be able to fit all of him in. But his hands tangled in my hair, and slowly forced me down. I felt used. Like a cheap whore. But I loved that control he had. He kept moaning, and muttering words of encouragement. I thought of a trick that I'd read about, and began to hum gently, as he slowly pumped in and out of my mouth and throat. That did it, and I felt warm cum explode to the back of my throat as he grunted. He pulled out then covered my mouth with his hand, forcing me to swallow his load.









To be continued....



A/N I'm not really happy with the last part. =/ If anyone want's to gimme a hand and fix it up a tad I will love you forever and ever and ever!



C&C much appreciated!