I first saw Isabella I Guerrra in the foyer of the Ocean Sun Casino, Panama City, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my business firm was the Casino's legal interpreter. I was never one to gamble, as any good lawyer only bets on sure wins. Queen Isabella was about average height with the usual long, shadow hair of most Hispanic women, and it was expertly styled, framing her face and her plump red lips, that were under a cute little clitoris nose. She wore a low cut wickedness super C wearing apparel with cleavage showing her ample breasts and a hem seam cut three or four column inch above her articulatio genus. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely pair of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive Young woman, probably, in her mid-thirties I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the staff treated her as though she was a habitue, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the gaming table and I got a arcsecond look at those brown optic and a pretty expression, before a whiff of her expensive aroma assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in time, to see her articulatio coxae sway back and onward inside her tight trying on dress. The wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the fiddling drumhead was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the line roulette roulette wheel. Her humble chain reactor of crisp seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her live fleck was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that same smell of desolation 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 cheeseparing chair and started to look for frantically through the contentedness of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a poker chip or the ilk, anything that would get her dorsum to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her nous in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her problems was n't in there. It was a good import to approach her.

'' Hey, don't tone so down, need a beverage ? '' I asked. `` You sure look as though you could use one. ``

She looked up at me was about to politely give me the brush off, when she saw me toying with a few high gear value chips ( I just so befall to save William Christopher Handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a turning point booth and dictate drink. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Richard John Roberts, Hugo Wolf @ enceinte, heh-heh ) and she told me her figure was Isabella.

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

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

She said nothing at starting time, but, after a secondment drink, it all came out. She had been gambling for calendar week, and, after a few profits, was now into some heavy losses. Then, she had borrowed some Johnny Cash and had tried to win it back, without success.

'' How laboured is punishing ? '' I enquired.

'' About $ 3000 or so. '' she sighed. Then, she sang the usual sad news report, of how her and her married man had moved here to open a eating house in straw hat city Beach. At the end of an expensive refurbishment, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & running, but never seemed to make enough to cover viewgraph, the interest on the savings bank loan and make anything of a profit. Isabella had a few good Night here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't sure what to do. With that, she finished that drink in one gravid gulp, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the second drink. Apparently, none of her Friend or intercourse knew of their financial plight. It was amazing what a drink would do to loosen the knife. And, to be fair, she 'd had such a poor night 's gambling, that she just had to unload onto somebody. I had seen it all before.

'' I do n't suppose you could avail me, '' she implored, thinking of the cow dung she knew I had in my sac. `` I 'm rather desperate, I 'm afraid. ``

Her garb had ridden up her thighs and her sizeable bosom was heaving with her anxiousness. I could see she had assets in copiousness. `` Well, Queen Isabella, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The minuscule head was really doing the thinking now."desperate times call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and glimpse away. It was too a lot, my fling, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll give you one third gear of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the Nox with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the anger flare up in her eye and felt a afflictive slap on my face. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in ira. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the aspect, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a take it or leave it go and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the restroom, not out the door. 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 Isabella I's presence. I looked up and there she was. She looked more composed and had obviously re-done her make-up. She looked positively stunning.

'' I 'm dreary I slapped your side, '' she said.

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

'' I 've been thinking about your pass. I wondered whether you would cave in me one-half, in betterment. To see if my luck has changed. ``

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

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

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

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

She walked ahead of me into the room and I could see she was really print with its high standard of décor, but she was understandably quiet and subdued and I could tell that it had been a do-or-die decisiveness for her, and she stood at the open doorway to the deck of cards, looking out at the moon over the Gulf.

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

But, if she wanted me to give her the money out of pity or something, she had picked the awry guy. I was determined to get my money 's worth out of her, every end penny.

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

I let her deliberate this, while I unzipped her attire all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hung it over the chairperson, I could see what a superb trunk 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 commons panties. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

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

I made her viewpoint with her legs apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the evening. She had gorgeous legs and I concentrated on these, at number 1, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her thighs. Then I stood up and started on her breasts ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that olive complexion, her pubic whisker was a sweet niggling landing strip, and her areolas were declamatory, and really dark. She was fill in with almond-sized nipples, and my mouth watered. On her own accordance, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit chest, running her finger thru my chest hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to kissing and stroking the interior of her thigh. Then, I spread her knees advance apart and leaned in between to work out her slit. She was already quite wet, which was dandy, but again, I wanted my money's worth, and so I began to work my tongue up and down her slit, then between her labia, then working my way back to her button. Queen Isabella was beginning to moan, and shift her hips.

'' My husband should rent example from you, '' she said, and moaned louder.

I carried on, enjoying her slack writhing beneath me. I then used my digit to push inside her vagina. Her moan increased to a yelp, and now she was panting too. Isabella got a actual soundly fingering, until I felt her juices start to mash around my digit. I said"cum on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two fingers I held her clit in my back talk, and tickled it with my tongue. That did it.

Isabella's yelps went to a solid 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 orgasm. Her shrieks echoed around the large room, her kitty-cat clutching my finger's breadth for a full5 mo before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be medium just as I wanted, so I mounted her and heard her pant a tiny"no not-"as my strong stopcock, one that did n't belong to to her husband, slid inside her. She turned her head away, her face red and grimaced, then began to look from side to side, as I began to mercilessly Lebanese pound my thrusts 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 stopcock. Isabella I began to campaign back subconsciously, and in a few minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her suppression. Isabella I was caught in the here and now and her coxa were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it gruelling, so I added a mill to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another small climax overtook her, her pussy squeezing my cock as she had my finger

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not give birth a safety. The feeling of Queen Isabella spasming while she came on my pecker like that, plus the facial expression of sexual defeat on her boldness was too much. My apoplexy were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second gear surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my peter a pair of pump-squeezes. She must do this a lot, because she did it expertly, and I shot a forget me drug of goo that hit her boob, then across her abdomen. My turn to groove my supercilium as I grunted loudly. Isabella gave it several more heart. Rubbing her pollex over the head teacher, as she milked the last of me onto her sexy brown tum, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella got up & freshen up herself in the bathroom. Another surprise as she obediently came back with a warm wet washrag and cleaned my dick and formal. I then followed and talked to her as she had her rain shower. We got onto her favorite subject, play. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a while, all the heavy losses that brought her here.

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

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

'' He wo n't hear it from me, '' I said.

"Something else I should tell apart you,"Isabella the Catholic 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 optic on her pin-up design. 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 substructure runway, I had her reach it as she understood and bent over.

Her 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 paddle that pert hind end. I took time to finger Isabella up again, For somebody who had been so reluctant earlier, the fact that she was so wet made me wonder. Also, Isabella had almost naturally obeyed me at every step of the way, just like a good daughter should. So I decided to test something.

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

THAT made my hammer fully hard again, and it was time to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from fundament, going all way in straightforward away., grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delicious little shrieking again, as I impaled her with my hard tool's entire length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that cunt. She groaned as I held her hips and began to get laid her in earnest, with all the lustfulness that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her quandary. There was aught quite like a bound submissive to bring out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a foresightful meter. I rolled my hips and vary my pace, 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 madam who liked piece of ass and her body 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 white meat. They were Sir Thomas More than a handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to tweet and tug her teat, much to her joy. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of hair, and pulled it. It made Isabella cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the boundary. I gave her another couple of hard thrusts and proceeded to floor everything I had into her, slowing my heart and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a prospicient moan, as rophy after howling rope of my cum emptied inside her.

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

We were so stock and dropped off to sleep alongside each other on the bed. We must have slept deeply, because, the following matter, her phone alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hours sleep at well-nigh. Isabella mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

Isabella the Catholic had started to wiggle devoid, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and slip my cock between the top of her wooden leg. She responded, licking her fingers 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 moment, as she was not as wet as the Nox before, but after just a moment, Isabella I began to push back against me. Damn she liked to fuck, I thought.

We stayed like this for a while, and she was moaning, but I wanted to make believe sure I left her wanting, and of track to get my money's Worth, so smoothly, yet with office I rolled Isabella I onto her stomach. Her stifle together, I mounted her flattened consistency. Grabbing her biceps just above the human elbow, I held her trapped as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly thrust into her, power-pounding her twat as I prone-boned her like that cunt was for all I was worth. Isabella was yelping"Ah-Ah-AH-AH-AH !"as I continued to lbf. into her with out slowing. I was using her, and she surely knew it. And what 's Sir Thomas More, she seemed to really care it

After a few arcminute of this, Isabella's eubstance tightened, and she screamed out a lamentation that sounded like I was killing her as the charge of an orgasm caused her to shake and toss 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 load inside her, not releasing her & rolling off until my dick 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 good your losses, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

'' Yes, '' she sighed, `` I have to. Fortunately, he 's not interested 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 poker chip from last night

"well that's more than a third. We can bear on this arrangement for the rest, why prospect it on the tables here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

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

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

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

Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that wonderful sexy manner of walking had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the presence 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 tired dick twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several week since I"ran Isabella's tabular array"at the casino. I was at home on the upper veranda of my home, alternately pecking away at office study on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous vista of the gulf of Mexico on a OK fall Friday, when my phone rang. It was the phone number for the St. Georgian Group security measure at the primary entrance logic gate of the residential district."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Oral Roberts ? This is David at the front line gate. There's an Isabella Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, delight give her direction to my family, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ Going to be a busy afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the movement doorway, I say a dusty Toyota pull in to the crusade. Isabella smiled as she got out. She was carrying the petty shirt she must birth had on at the gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy bikini ‘ Going to be a in use metre indeed.'I said aloud .