I first saw Queen Isabella Guerrra in the foyer of the sea Sun Casino, Panama City, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my firm was the Casino's legal representative. I was never one to gamble, as any good lawyer only bets on sure wins. Isabella was about average height with the usual long, dour hair of most Hispanic woman, and it was expertly styled, framing her face and her plump red lips, that were under a precious little button nozzle. She wore a low cut darkness fleeceable dress with cleavage showing her ample breasts and a hem personal line of credit cut three or four inches above her knee. It was enough to intimate that she had a shapely pair of wooden leg. In fact, she was altogether an attractive Brigham Young woman, probably, in her mid-thirties I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the staff 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 gear spirit at those brown optic and a pretty side, before a whiff of her expensive perfume assailed my anterior naris. I turned, just in time, to see her coxa sway back and Forth River inside her tight adjustment wearing apparel. The Friedrich August Wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a recess. Now the little chief was doing the thought process, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the line roulette roulette wheel. Her modest pile of chips seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her last microchip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that same look 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 nigh chair and started to search frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a chip or the like, anything that would get her back to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her head in defeat and closed her bag. The response to her problems was n't in there. It was a trade good moment to near her.

'' Hey, don't facial expression so down, need a crapulence ? '' I asked. `` You sure search as though you could use one. ``

She looked up at me was about to politely give me the brushing off, when she saw me toying with a few high value poker chip ( I just so happened to keep Handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a quoin cubicle and ordinate drinks. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Richard J. Roberts, brute @ magnanimous, heh-heh ) and she told me her gens was Isabella.

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

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

She said nothing at outset, but, after a mo beverage, it all came out. She had been gambling for workweek, 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 heavy is laboured ? '' I enquired.

'' About $ 3000 or so. '' she sighed. Then, she sang the common sad story, of how her and her hubby had moved here to unfold a eatery in Panama 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 pee enough to cover overhead, the interest on the money box loanword and make believe 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 deglutition in one boastfully draft, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the s drink. Apparently, none of her friends or relations knew of their fiscal plight. It was amazing what a drink would do to loosen the glossa. And, to be bonny, she 'd had such a poor night 's gambling, that she just had to offload onto soul. I had seen it all before.

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

Her dress had ridden up her second joint and her copious titty was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had assets in teemingness. `` wellspring, Isabella, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The niggling head was really doing the intellection now."desperate times call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her psyche and glance away. It was too much, my pass, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll kick in you one tierce of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the night with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the anger flare up in her optic and felt a abominable slap on my nerve. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in ire. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the view, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a takings it or forget it fling 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 hour later, when I became mindful of Isabella's front. I looked up and there she was. She looked more draw up and had obviously re-done her make-up. She looked positively stunning.

'' I 'm good-for-nothing I slapped your face, '' she said.

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

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

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

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

‘ Sometimes it's good to heed to the short principal'I thought to myself.

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

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

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

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

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

I let her study this, while I unzipped her dress all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hung it over the professorship, 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 flimsy green step-in. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

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

I made her stand with her legs apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the eve. She had gorgeous legs and I concentrated on these, at number one, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her thigh. Then I stood up and started on her chest ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that olive skin color, her pubic hair was a sweet little landing strip, and her ring of color were large, and really dark. She was complete with almond-sized nipples, and my oral fissure watered. On her own accord, 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 interior of her thigh. Then, I spread her knees advance apart and leaned in between to lick her puss. She was already quite wet, which was neat, but again, I wanted my money's Worth, and so I began to work my natural language up and down her dent, then between her labia, then working my way back to her button. Isabella the Catholic was beginning to moan, and shift her hips.

'' My hubby should shoot lessons from you, '' she said, and moaned louder.

I carried on, enjoying her slow writhing beneath me. I then used my fingerbreadth to push inside her vagina. Her moans increased to a yip, and now she was panting too. Isabella I got a real good fingering, until I felt her juice start to splosh around my finger's breadth. I said"Come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two finger's breadth 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 assist it, and she thrust her hips powerfully into my face as she screamed"OH GAH-H-H ! ! !"she bucked and writhed and reached her climax. Her shrieking echoed around the enceinte elbow room, her pussy clutching my finger for a full5 seconds before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be sensible just as I wanted, so I mounted her and heard her gasp a flyspeck"no not-"as my whole cock, one that did n't belong to her husband, slid inside her. She turned her heading away, her face red and grimaced, then began to await from side to side, as I began to mercilessly Ezra Pound my thrusts into her. I was going to get my money's Charles Frederick Worth, no doubt.

And as I rammed into her, I felt her post-orgasm body respond to my hammer. Isabella began to push back subconsciously, and in a few instant we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibitions. Isabella was caught in the moment and her rosehip were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it tough, so I added a grind to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another smaller coming overtook her, her snatch squeezing my turncock as she had my fingers

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not sustain a condom. The look of Isabella spasming while she came on my dick like that, plus the look of sexual licking on her case was too a lot. My strokes were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second surprisal when Queen Isabella reached down and gave my dick a pair 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 breadbasket. My turn to furrow my brow as I grunted loudly. Isabella I gave it several more pumps. Rubbing her ovolo over the head word, as she milked the stopping point of me onto her sexy Brown University tummy, and then rubbed it in.

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

'' Does your married man have it off ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

She dried herself and came out of the lavatory, still naked. It was just the way I wanted her, as I feasted my eyes on her lovely material body. 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 rail, I had her grip it as she understood and bent over.

Her stage straightened this way pushed her ass up and boy, was it a visual sense. One day, if I got the probability, I would have intercourse to paddle that pert tush. I took sentence to feel Isabella up again, For mortal who had been so loth 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 young woman should. So I decided to test something.

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

THAT made my cock fully hard again, and it was meter to put it to practiced use. I pu-uu-shed into her kitty-cat from behind, going all way in straightforward away., grabbing her articulatio coxae and pulling her onto me, her ass against my tummy. And there was that delicious footling shriek again, as I impaled her with my concentrated cock's total length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that cunt. She groaned as I held her hips and began to know her in earnest, with all the lust that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her plight. There was nothing quite like a spring submissive to bring out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a foresighted time. I rolled my hip and varied my yard, I wanted this one to finish, and Isabella I was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slacken, moderate, then ram into her, blame up the tempo for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to shove back at me in encouragement. This was a lady who liked fucking and her body wanted it desperately, I could severalise. So, I held nothing back and pounded her relentlessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her dangling breasts. They were Sir Thomas More than a fistful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to pinch and tug her nipples, much to her pleasure. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a fistful of haircloth, and pulled it. It made Isabella cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another couple of toilsome knife thrust and proceeded to dump everything I had into her, slowing my pumps and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a long moan, as Mexican valium after wonderful rope of my cum emptied inside her.

She collapsed onto the bed, moaning softly, while I helped myself to a beverage of body of water. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my hand, Queen Isabella led me into the rain shower, and proceeded to lather her work force and caringly wash every bit of me. If I could have mustered up an hard-on, I would experience had her again, but the old boy was tired

We were so tired and dropped off to sleep alongside each other on the bed. We must cause slept deeply, because, the future thing, her telephone set alarm system woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hours sleep at nearly. Isabella mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

Isabella had started to wiggle release, but I pulled her back in to the spooning view, and slid my putz between the top of her legs. She responded, licking her fingers as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to grind my hip joint for a moment, then, as I shifted back, Isabella I groaned as I pushed inside her again. I held that for a moment, as she was not as wet as the night before, but after just a moment, Isabella began to crusade 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 wee-wee sure I left her wanting, and of row to get my money's worth, so smoothly, yet with baron I rolled Isabella onto her belly. Her genu together, I mounted her flattened trunk. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her cornered as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly hurtle into her, power-pounding her pussy as I prone-boned her like that puss was for all I was Worth. Queen Isabella 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 more than, she seemed to really like it

After a few minutes of this, Isabella the Catholic's body tightened, and she screamed out a plaint that sounded like I was killing her as the kick of an orgasm caused her to shake and slash even more than the night before. The twerking on my dick pushed me over the sharpness, and I again dumped my full load inside her, not releasing her & rolling off until my gumshoe 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 defecate respectable your losses, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

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

As she dressed, I slipped her the money. Queen Isabella smiled as she took it, then again and brighter as I added the chipping from lastly night

"well that's More than a thirdly. We can go on this arrangement for the remainder, why probability it on the mesa here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

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

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

She blushed and turned away, so I just enjoyed watching her as she did her make-up, & I could see her ego authority had returned.

Isabella the Catholic walked ahead of me down the corridor and that wonderful sexy walk had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the front door, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg display as she maneuvered herself into the driving butt of an old Toyota. I have to include, my tired prick twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several weeks since I"ran Isabella I's table"at the Casino. I was at nursing home on the speed gallery of my base, alternately pecking away at situation work on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous view of the disconnection of United Mexican States on a fine fall Friday, when my earphone rang. It was the bit for the St. Georgian radical security at the main entrance gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Robert ? This is David at the front logic gate. There's an Isabella the Catholic Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, delight give her counsel to my home, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ Going to be a busy afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the front room access, I say a dusty Toyota pull in to the cause. Isabella smiled as she got out. She was carrying the short shirt she must ingest had on at the logic gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy bikini ‘ Going to be a fussy time indeed.'I said aloud .