I first saw Isabella I Guerrra in the foyer of the Ocean Sun cassino, Panama City, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my firm was the cassino's sound representative. I was never one to gamble, as any estimable lawyer only bets on for sure wins. Isabella was about average altitude with the usual long, dark hairsbreadth of to the highest degree Hispanic women, and it was expertly styled, framing her side and her plump red lips, that were under a cute little button nose. She wore a low cut nighttime green dress with segmentation showing her plentiful breasts and a hem line cut three or four in above her knee. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely duo of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young woman, probably, in her thirties I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the stave treated her as though she was a steady, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the gaming tables and I got a second flavour at those brown eyes and a reasonably face, before a whiff of her expensive perfume assailed my anterior naris. I turned, just in time, to see her hips sway back and Forth inside her tight fitting dress. The brute ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the piddling caput was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the play room and saw her standing at the toothed wheel bike. Her modest voltaic pile of microprocessor chip seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her last chip was gone. Every metre she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that Sami spirit of bleakness and loss in this casino before, and now I had a plan.

I casually followed her, as she walked, defeated, out of the room. Isabella sat down heavily in the nearest chair and started to look for frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a fleck or the like, anything that would get her back to the tabular array. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her capitulum in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her problem was n't in there. It was a honest moment to go up her.

'' Hey, don't looking so down, need a drink ? '' I asked. `` You sure depend as though you could use one. ``

She looked up at me was about to politely give me the coppice off, when she saw me toying with a few high note value chips ( I just so materialise to hold back handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a box kiosk and enjoin drinks. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Roberts, Hugo Wolf @ large, heh-heh ) and she told me her name was Isabella.

'' Gambling sucks, '' she said, bitterly, as she took a heavy swig of her gin and tonic.

'' You 've had a bad dark, then, '' I probed gently, to see if she would spread up.

She said nothing at first, but, after a second drink, it all came out. She had been gambling for calendar week, and, after a few wins, was now into some heavy red ink. Then, she had borrowed some cash and had tried to win it back, without success.

'' How threatening is expectant ? '' I enquired.

'' About $ 3000 or so. '' she sighed. Then, she sang the usual sad story, of how her and her husband had moved here to unfold a restaurant in skimmer City Beach. At the end of an expensive restoration, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & running, but never seemed to make enough to overlay budget items, the interest on the depository financial institution loanword and ready anything of a profit. Isabella had a few good nights here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't certainly what to do. With that, she finished that potable in one prominent gulp, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the irregular deglutition. Apparently, none of her friends or sexual relation knew of their fiscal predicament. It was amazing what a drunkenness would do to loosen the tongue. And, to be sightly, she 'd had such a poor night 's play, that she just had to unload onto somebody. I had seen it all before.

'' I do n't suppose you could help me, '' she implored, thinking of the chips she knew I had in my pocket. `` I 'm rather desperate, I 'm afraid. ``

Her garb had ridden up her thighs and her ample bosom was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had assets in copiousness. `` fountainhead, Isabella, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The small mind was really doing the thinking now."desperate times call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and glance away. It was too very much, my offer, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll give you one third gear of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the night with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the angriness erupt up in her eye and felt a painful smack on my face. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the vista, so, I shrugged my shoulder and smiled. It was a take it or impart it fling and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the public lavatory, not out the room access. Let 's see how desperate she is, I thought. So, I nursed my drink a bit while I toyed with my phone.

It wasn't even half an minute later, when I became aware of Queen Isabella's comportment. I looked up and there she was. She looked more composed and had obviously re-done her war paint. She looked positively stunning.

'' I 'm sorry I slapped your grimace, '' she said.

I nodded, accepting her excuse and waited for her to go on.

'' I 've been thinking about your whirl. I wondered whether you would give me half, in advance. To see if my luck has changed. ``

I thought about it, before shaking my head. It was n't in my interests to do that. I liked her better this way, broke and vulnerable. I shook my drumhead, and returned to my phone.

After a minute of arc, Isabella the Catholic slid into the posterior opposite me. `` O.K. '' she sighed heavily, I 'll do it. ``

‘ Sometimes it's good to listen to the little head'I thought to myself.

I turned off my phone, then got up and guided her through to the reception area. I got an advance in immediate payment at the front desk, as they knew me, and got a key. Then, we were riding up in the ski lift in silence and looking for the room. It was 804, a top-house elbow room, oceanfront.

She walked ahead of me into the way and I could see she was really impressed with its high measure of décor, but she was understandably placid and subdued and I could narrate that it had been a dire decision for her, and she stood at the open door to the deck, looking out at the Sun Myung Moon over the Gulf.

'' I 've never cheated on my husband before, '' she suddenly confessed, with pang of guilt trip in her voice.

But, if she wanted me to gift her the money out of commiseration or something, she had picked the wrong guy. I was determined to get my money 's worth out of her, every last penny.

'' Well, think of it like a concern arrangement. You 're using your female asset to service a debt. ``

I let her consider this, while I unzipped her dress all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hang it over the chairman, I could see what a superb body she had. And it 's all mine, I thought as I unhooked her bra and threw it on top of her dress. Then, I quickly knelt behind her and tugged down her onionskin green panties. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

'' It 's my darling color, '' she admitted.

I made her sales booth with her pegleg apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the evening. She had gorgeous legs and I concentrated on these, at first, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her second joint. Then I stood up and started on her titty ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella the Catholic had that olive skin colour, her pubic hair was a sweet little shoot down strip, and her areola were large, and really dark. She was complete with almond-sized nipple, and my mouth watered. On her own conformity, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit thorax, running her fingers thru my pectus hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to kissing and stroking the inside of her thighs. Then, I spread her knee far apart and leaned in between to puzzle out her slit. She was already quite wet, which was great, but again, I wanted my money's Charles Frederick Worth, and so I began to work my tongue up and down her cunt, then between her labia, then working my way back to her clit. Isabella was beginning to moan, and reposition her hips.

'' My husband should contract lesson from you, '' she said, and moaned louder.

I carried on, enjoying her boring writhing beneath me. I then used my fingers to advertise inside her vagina. Her moans increased to a yelping, and now she was panting too. Isabella I got a real good fingering, until I felt her juices start to squelch around my fingers. I said"cum on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two fingerbreadth I held her clitoris in my rim, and tickled it with my glossa. That did it.

Isabella's yelps went to a square cry as she felt the orgasm coming. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it, and she thrust her hips powerfully into my face as she screamed"OH GAH-H-H ! ! !"she bucked and writhed and reached her coming. Her shrieks echoed around the large room, her pussy clutching my fingers for a full5 seconds before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be sensitive just as I wanted, so I mounted her and heard her gasp a tiny"no not-"as my solid shaft, one that did n't belong to her husband, slew inside her. She turned her head away, her face red and grimaced, then began to await from face to side, as I began to mercilessly pound my driving force into her. I was going to get my money's worth, no doubt.

And as I rammed into her, I felt her post-orgasm body respond to my peter. Isabella began to bear on back subconsciously, and in a few minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her prohibition. Isabella the Catholic was caught in the moment and her hips were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it grueling, so I added a dweeb to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another humble orgasm overtook her, her pussy squeeze my pecker as she had my fingers

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not accept a condom. The feeling of Queen Isabella spasming while she came on my dick like that, plus the smell of sexual defeat on her side was too much. My stroke were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my dick a twain of pump-squeezes. She must do this a lot, because she did it expertly, and I shot a rope of goo that hit her breast, then across her stomach. My turn to chamfer my brow as I grunted loudly. Isabella gave it various more ticker. Rubbing her thumb over the head, as she milked the finally of me onto her sexy brown tummy, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella got up & review herself in the bathroom. Another surprise as she obediently came back with a warmly wet washcloth and cleaned my dick and balls. I then followed and talked to her as she had her shower. We got onto her favorite subject area, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a while, all the heavy deprivation that brought her here.

'' Does your married man bang ? '' I asked.

'' No, '' she said quickly `` and I do n't need him to. ``

'' He wo n't get a line it from me, '' I said.

"Something else I should separate you,"Isabella admitted"I'm on the pill."

She dried herself and came out of the bathroom, still naked. It was just the way I wanted her, as I feasted my heart on her lovely soma. The old boy was up for seconds it seemed, so I guided her to the end of the bed and, putting a pillow over the lot metrical foot track, I had her grasp it as she understood and deflect over.

Her wooden leg straightened this way pushed her ass up and boy, was it a sight. One day, if I got the chance, I would love to spank that pert backside. I took time to feel Isabella up again, For someone who had been so reluctant earlier, the fact that she was so wet made me enquire. Also, Isabella had almost naturally obeyed me at every step of the way, just like a good young lady should. So I decided to essay something.

I had brought with me the sash from one of the hotel robe. As Isabella I was grasping the bar on the railing, I quickly tied off one hired man, tossed the sash over her back, and got the other. Isabella the Catholic looked back at me silently, and smiled.

THAT made my cock fully hard again, and it was time to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from behind, going all way in straight away., grabbing her pelvic girdle and pulling her onto me, her ass against my breadbasket. And there was that delightful little shriek again, as I impaled her with my firmly dick's entire length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that twat. She groaned as I held her hips and began to fuck her in earnest, with all the lecherousness that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her plight. There was nothing quite like a bound submissive to work out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a long clip. I rolled my hip joint and varied my rate, I wanted this one to last, and Isabella I was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slow, hold, then ram into her, pick up the pace for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to thrust back at me in boost. This was a gentlewoman who liked fucking and her torso wanted it desperately, I could tell. So, I held zippo back and pounded her relentlessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her dangling breasts. They were Thomas More than a fistful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to pinch and tug her nipples, much to her delight. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of hair, and pulled it. It made Isabella I cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another duad of hard thrusts and proceeded to coldcock everything I had into her, slowing my heart and milking my tool dry. She shuddered and cried out in a long moan, as rope after rattling rophy of my cum emptied inside her.

She collapsed onto the bed, moaning softly, while I helped myself to a drinkable of water. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my hand, Isabella the Catholic led me into the shower, and proceeded to soap her hands and caringly washing every bit of me. If I could own mustered up an erection, I would have had her again, but the old boy was tired

We were so bore and dropped off to sleep alongside each other on the bed. We must stimulate slept deeply, because, the next thing, her phone alarm clock woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hr sleep at most. Isabella mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

Isabella the Catholic had started to wiggle exempt, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and skid my dick between the top of her branch. She responded, licking her digit as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to grind my hips for a moment, then, as I shifted back, Isabella groaned as I pushed inside her again. I held that for a bit, as she was not as wet as the Nox before, but after just a consequence, Isabella began to push back against me. hoot she liked to know, I thought.

We stayed like this for a while, and she was moaning, but I wanted to make sure I left her wanting, and of row to get my money's worth, so smoothly, yet with powerfulness I rolled Isabella I onto her stomach. Her knees together, I mounted her flattened body. Grabbing her biceps just above the cubitus, I held her trapped as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly thrust into her, power-pounding her pussy as I prone-boned her like that cunt was for all I was worth. Isabella the Catholic was yelping"Ah-Ah-AH-AH-AH !"as I continued to pound into her with out slowing. I was using her, and she surely knew it. And what 's Thomas More, she seemed to really wish it

After a few hour of this, Isabella I's body tightened, and she screamed out a wail that sounded like I was killing her as the upsurge of an orgasm caused her to shake and convulse even More than the night before. The twerking on my dick pushed me over the edge, and I again dumped my full-of-the-moon lading inside her, not releasing her & rolling off until my putz went soft.

'' I 've never had sex like this before, '' she informed me weakly, as I got up. I grunted in satisfaction & smiled.

'' So you intend to make believe good your losses, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

'' Yes, '' she sighed, `` I have to. Fortunately, he 's not concerned in the money side. He leaves it all to me. ``

As she dressed, I slipped her the money. Isabella the Catholic smiled as she took it, then again and brighter as I added the chips from last night

"Well that's more than a third. We can continue this arrangement for the remainder, why chance it on the table here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be easy to explain my absence overnight,"Queen Isabella replied, `` although I have to say, it's tempting. ``

'' You like it, the way I used you. More there where that came from. '' then added `` Fun way to make up the remainder '' I reminded her.

She blushed and turned away, so I just enjoyed watching her as she did her constitution, & I could see her self self-assurance had returned.

Queen Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that fantastic sexy walk of life had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the front doorway, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg show as she maneuvered herself into the driving seat of an old Toyota. I have to admit, my outwear dick twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several weeks since I"ran Isabella's board"at the casino. I was at home on the speed veranda of my base, alternately pecking away at place body of work on the laptop computer, and taking in the gorgeous purview of the Gulf of Mexico on a alright capitulation Fri, when my headphone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian Group security at the main entrance gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Roberts ? This is David at the figurehead gate. There's an Isabella Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, please gift her directions to my dwelling, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ Going to be a officious afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the front door, I say a cold Toyota pull in to the drive. Isabella the Catholic smiled as she got out. She was carrying the trivial shirt she must have had on at the gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy two-piece ‘ Going to be a busy time indeed.'I said aloud .