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It was a quiet Friday night at Stapleford Flying Club. Lee had dropped in hoping to see Debbie behind the bar, but to his disappointment she wasn’t there. He nursed a couple of beers before phoning her.

“Derrick’s here at the moment,” she told him, (Derrick was her regular squeeze), keeping her voice low. “But give me half an hour and you can come round for a nightcap.”

Lee smiled. He finished his drink as the club slowly emptied, then drove at a leisurely pace to the quiet village of Little End, giving her plenty of time to get rid of her long-term squeeze.

He arrived just as Derrick’s car was pulling away. Lee watched it disappear down the dark country lane, wondering what the poor bastard must be thinking. He parked in the lay-by opposite Debbie’s house and waited five minutes before crossing the road.

The porch light flicked off as he approached. The front door opened.

Debbie stood there, backlit by the warm glow of the hallway, looking like pure sin. She wore only a black bra and panties beneath a sheer, almost transparent black negligee that hung open to her navel. The flimsy material was so short it barely covered the bottom curve of her arse and the front of her panties. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the lace, and her curly blonde-ginger hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Well, come in then,” she said with a husky laugh. “For a moment I thought it was Derrick coming back.”

She closed the door behind him and led Lee into the dimly lit living room, her arse swaying invitingly under the short negligee.

“Have a seat,” she purred. “Drink?”

“I’ll have a scotch. On the rocks if you’ve got it.”

Debbie returned from the kitchen with a generous measure of whisky in a heavy cut-glass tumbler. She stood in front of him as he sat on the sofa, handing him the drink. Then, with a wicked smile, she reached between her voluptuous breasts and slowly pulled out a cigar.

“Would you like a cigar?” she asked innocently.

Before he could answer, she placed the tip between her full lips, wetting it with her tongue. She lifted one leg, resting her foot on the edge of the sofa, and pulled the thin crotch of her panties aside. Lee watched, mesmerised, as she eased the thick, wet tip of the cigar between the puffy outer lips of her pussy and pushed it slightly inside her cunt, twisting it slowly to coat it with her juices.

She withdrew it, glistening with her arousal, and offered it to his lips. Lee took it into his mouth, tasting the sweet, musky flavour of her pussy. Debbie struck a match and lit the cigar with a seductive purse of her lips, blowing out the flame slowly while looking straight into his eyes.

Lee leaned back on the sofa, scotch in one hand, cigar in the other, watching this gorgeous, curvy woman standing before him in next to nothing. Does life get any better than this? He thought.

It was about to.

Debbie sank onto the sofa beside him, her hand immediately going to his zip. She freed his already rock-hard cock and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Lee groaned as she lowered her head, resting it on his belly, and began licking the sensitive tip. Her warm, wet tongue swirled around the head before she took him deep into her mouth, sucking him with long, slow bobs of her head.

Lee put his drink down, took a slow pull on the cigar, and let his free hand roam over her body. He squeezed the soft, full cheeks of her arse, then slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties. Debbie moaned around his cock as he found her tight little sphincter and gently pushed a finger inside her arsehole.

She sucked him harder, her head moving faster as he slowly fingered her arse, working his digit in and out of her tight ring while she slurped noisily on his throbbing cock. Her curly hair spilled across his lap, and her heavy breasts pressed against his thigh as she devoured him.

Debbie was dripping wet. Lee could feel her juices coating his finger as he pushed a second one into her arse, stretching her while she moaned loudly around his shaft. The wet sounds of her eager blowjob filled the living room as she worshipped his cock, clearly loving every filthy second.

Lee took another puff of the cigar, looking down at the beautiful, curvy divorcee sucking him so greedily with his fingers buried in her arse.

“Fuck, Debbie… you’re a great hostess,” he groaned.

She pulled off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head, and smiled up at him with pure lust in her blue eyes.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she whispered, before sinking her mouth back down onto him.

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