I first saw Isabella Guerrra in the foyer of the Ocean Sun gambling casino, Panama metropolis, as she walked elegantly down the stairway. I was there as my firm was the cassino's legal illustration. I was never one to take chances, as any respectable lawyer only bets on surely wins. Isabella the Catholic was about average height with the usual long, darkness hairsbreadth of about Latino charwoman, and it was expertly styled, framing her face and her plump red lip, that were under a cute lilliputian button olfactory organ. She wore a low cut wickedness Green River dress with cleavage showing her plentiful chest and a hem telephone circuit cut three or four in above her knee. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely duet of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young charwoman, probably, in her thirty-something I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the faculty treated her as though she was a even, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the gambling mesa and I got a second base look at those brown eyes and a moderately cheek, before a puff of air of her expensive perfume assailed my nostril. I turned, just in time, to see her pelvis sway back and forth inside her tight fitting frock. The Friedrich August Wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the short school principal was doing the cerebration, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming way and saw her standing at the roulette wheel. Her modest pile of chip shot seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her finally cow chip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that same look of bareness and loss in this gambling 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 close president and started to search frantically through the content of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a chip or the like, anything that would get her cover to the board. 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 problems was n't in there. It was a good minute to approach her.

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

She looked up at me was about to politely ease up me the brush off, when she saw me toying with a few high time value fleck ( I just so fall out to keep handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a street corner booth and ordered drunkenness. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Richard John Roberts, 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 night, then, '' I probed gently, to see if she would unfold up.

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

'' How sullen is fleshy ? '' 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 spread a restaurant 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 make enough to cover operating cost, the interest on the bank loan and make anything of a net income. Isabella the Catholic had a few good nights here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't sure what to do. With that, she finished that drink in one large gulp, and asked for another.

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

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

Her dress had ridden up her thigh and her copious tit was heaving with her anxiousness. I could see she had asset in abundance. `` Well, Isabella, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The little top dog was really doing the intellection now."desperate times call for desperate legal action, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and glance away. It was too practically, my offer, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll give you one one-third of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the night with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the anger flare up in her eyes and felt a painful smacking on my side. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in angriness. Luckily, there was no one around to see the fit, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a proceeds it or allow for it extend and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the comfort station, 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 time of day later, when I became mindful of Isabella I's presence. I looked up and there she was. She looked more frame and had obviously re-done her composition. She looked positively stunning.

'' I 'm sorry 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 give me half, in progression. To see if my destiny 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 header, and returned to my phone.

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

‘ Sometimes it's good to take heed 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 cash at the front desk, as they knew me, and got a key. Then, we were riding up in the lift in silence and looking for the way. It was 804, a top-house room, oceanfront.

She walked ahead of me into the way and I could see she was really move with its luxuriously standard of décor, but she was understandably subdued and subdued and I could tell that it had been a desperate decision for her, and she stood at the open air room access to the deck, 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 consecrate her the money out of pity 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 business arrangement. You 're using your female assets 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 hung it over the death chair, 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 wearing apparel. Then, I quickly knelt behind her and tugged down her flimsy green panty. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

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

I made her outdoor stage with her legs apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the eve. She had gorgeous branch and I concentrated on these, at first, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her thighs. Then I stood up and started on her boob ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that Olea europaea skin colour, her pubic hair was a sweet little landing strip, and her areola were large, and really moody. She was complete with almond-sized nipple, and my mouth watered. On her own pact, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit breast, running her fingerbreadth thru my chest of drawers hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to kissing and stroking the inside of her thigh. Then, I spread her knees further apart and leaned in between to thrash her pussy. She was already quite wet, which was great, but again, I wanted my money's worth, and so I began to work my spit up and down her slit, then between her labia, then working my way back to her clit. Isabella the Catholic was beginning to moan, and wobble her hips.

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

I carried on, enjoying her behind writhing beneath me. I then used my finger's breadth to push inside her vagina. Her moan increased to a yelp, and now she was panting too. Queen Isabella got a real in effect fingering, until I felt her juices start to quell around my fingers. I said"come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two digit I held her clit in my backtalk, and tickled it with my clapper. That did it.

Queen Isabella's yelps went to a solid state cry as she felt the orgasm coming. She didn't want to, but she couldn't supporter it, and she thrust her hips powerfully into my face as she screamed"OH GAH-H-H ! ! !"she bucked and writhed and reached her sexual climax. Her shriek echoed around the large elbow room, her pussy clutching my finger for a full5 second base before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be tender just as I wanted, so I mounted her and find out her gasp a bantam"no not-"as my whole hammer, one that did n't belong to her hubby, slither inside her. She turned her head away, her face red and grimaced, then began to appear from side to side, as I began to mercilessly pound my drive into her. I was going to get my money's worth, no doubt.

And as I rammed into her, I felt her post-orgasm physical structure respond to my cock. Isabella began to agitate back subconsciously, and in a few minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibitions. Isabella I was caught in the mo and her coxa were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it arduous, so I added a drudgery to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another smaller sexual climax overtook her, her pussy squeezing my cock as she had my fingers

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not birth a rubber. The feeling of Isabella I spasming while she came on my putz like that, plus the feel of sexual licking on her side was too a lot. My strokes were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my pecker a duad of pump-squeezes. She must do this a lot, because she did it expertly, and I shot a circle of goo that hit her bosom, then across her stomach. My round to furrow my brow as I grunted loudly. Queen Isabella gave it respective more pumps. Rubbing her thumb over the head, as she milked the death of me onto her aphrodisiacal brown tummy, and then rubbed it in.

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

'' Does your husband know ? '' I asked.

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

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

"Something else I should tell you,"Queen 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 oculus on her lovely number. The old boy was up for bit it seemed, so I guided her to the end of the bed and, putting a pillow over the lot foot railing, I had her grasp it as she understood and bent 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 experience Isabella up again, For someone 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 stride of the way, just like a good girl should. So I decided to test something.

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

THAT made my cock fully hard again, and it was clip to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from derriere, going all way in straight away., grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delightful picayune scream again, as I impaled her with my unvoiced dick's entire length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that snatch. She groaned as I held her hips and began to sleep together her in earnest, with all the lustfulness that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her quandary. There was nil quite like a spring submissive to convey out the creature in me. And, I kept it going for a yearn time. I rolled my hips and varied my pace, I wanted this one to last, and Isabella the Catholic was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slow, view as, then ram into her, pick up the tempo for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to thrust back at me in boost. This was a dame who liked fucking and her body wanted it desperately, I could recount. So, I held zilch back and pounded her relentlessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her dangling breasts. They were more than a fistful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being surely to twitch and tug her nipples, much to her delight. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful 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 intemperate thrusts and proceeded to dump everything I had into her, slowing my pump and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a long groan, as Mexican valium after tremendous roach of my cum emptied inside her.

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

We were so wear down and dropped off to log Z's alongside each former on the bed. We must have slept deeply, because, the following matter, her earpiece alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 minute sleep at most. Isabella the Catholic mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

Isabella had started to wiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and slide my tool between the top of her leg. 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 the Catholic groaned as I pushed inside her again. I held that for a minute, as she was not as wet as the night before, but after just a moment, Queen Isabella began to agitate 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 ready sure I left her wanting, and of path to get my money's worth, so smoothly, yet with big businessman I rolled Isabella onto her stomach. Her knees together, I mounted her flattened physical structure. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her pin as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly knife thrust into her, power-pounding her pussy as I prone-boned her like that slit was for all I was Charles Frederick Worth. Isabella was yelping"Ah-Ah-AH-AH-AH !"as I continued to British pound sterling into her with out slowing. I was using her, and she surely knew it. And what 's more, she seemed to really like it

After a few hour of this, Isabella's body tightened, and she screamed out a plaint that sounded like I was killing her as the surge of an sexual climax 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 total loading 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 going, 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 chips from last night

"fountainhead that's more than a third. We can continue this arrangement for the remnant, why probability it on the table 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. to a greater extent there where that came from. '' then added `` Fun way to ca-ca up the residue '' I reminded her.

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

Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that wonderful sexy base on balls had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the front door, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg show as she maneuvered herself into the labor seat of an old Toyota. I have to accept, my run down dick twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several calendar week since I"ran Isabella's tabular array"at the casino. I was at home on the amphetamine veranda of my rest home, alternately pecking away at office body of work on the laptop computer, and taking in the gorgeous view of the disconnection of Mexico on a fine evenfall Friday, when my phone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian group security at the main entryway gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Roberts ? This is David at the front gate. There's an Isabella Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, please give her directions to my plate, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ exit to be a engaged afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the front line door, I say a dusty Toyota pull in to the drive. Queen Isabella smiled as she got out. She was carrying the little shirt she must have had on at the gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy bikini ‘ Going to be a officious time indeed.'I said aloud .