I first saw Isabella Guerrra in the foyer of the Ocean Sun cassino, Panama urban center, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my business firm was the Casino's legal representative. I was never one to gamble, as any good lawyer only bets on for sure wins. Queen Isabella was about average peak with the usual long, drear hair of almost Hispanic American women, and it was expertly styled, framing her brass and her plump red lips, that were under a cute minuscule clit olfactory organ. She wore a low cut iniquity Green River attire with cleavage showing her plenteous breast and a hem line cut three or four inch above her knee joint. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely duo of peg. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young woman, probably, in her thirties I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the staff treated her as though she was a regular, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the gaming tables and I got a moment look at those embrown eyes and a middling face, before a whiff of her expensive perfume assailed my nostril. I turned, just in time, to see her rose hip sway back and forth inside her tight trying on attire. The Wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the petty head was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the roulette cycle. Her modest pile of bit 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 Lapplander smell of loneliness 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 chairwoman and started to look frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a check 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 head in defeat and closed her bag. The result to her problems was n't in there. It was a just moment to come near her.

'' Hey, don't look so down, need a drink ? '' 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 value chip ( I just so materialize to restrain Handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a corner booth and ordered potable. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Henry Martyn Robert, wolf @ orotund, heh-heh ) and she told me her name was Isabella.

'' Gambling suck, '' she said, bitterly, as she took a enceinte 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 beginning, but, after a mo drink, it all came out. She had been gambling for weeks, and, after a few win, was now into some heavy going. Then, she had borrowed some Cash and had tried to win it back, without success.

'' How heavy is heavy ? '' 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 Panama metropolis Beach. At the end of an expensive refurbishment, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & running, but never seemed to ca-ca adequate to cover operating cost, the interest on the bank loanword and wee anything of a profit. Isabella had a few secure 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 turgid gulp, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the second drink. Apparently, none of her champion or sexual intercourse knew of their financial plight. It was amazing what a swallow would do to untie the spit. And, to be fair, 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 hypothesize you could help me, '' she implored, thinking of the crisp she knew I had in my pocket. `` I 'm rather desperate, I 'm afraid. ``

Her dress had ridden up her thighs and her ample knocker was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had plus in abundance. `` Well, Isabella, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The little straits was really doing the intellection now."despairing times call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and glimpse away. It was too very much, my whirl, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll reach 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 painful slap on my face. `` How daring you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to find the tantrum, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a take it or leave it offer up and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the restroom, not out the doorway. Let 's see how do-or-die 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 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 dark I slapped your aspect, '' 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 render me half, in betterment. To see if my luck has changed. ``

I thought about it, before shaking my headland. It was n't in my sake 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 right 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 sphere. I got an overture in Cash at the presence desk, as they knew me, and got a key. Then, we were riding up in the facelift 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 yarn-dye with its mellow standard of décor, but she was understandably quiet and subdued and I could tell that it had been a despairing decision for her, and she stood at the overt door to the deck, looking out at the moon over the Gulf.

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

But, if she wanted me to give 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 live penny.

'' Well, think of it like a business musical arrangement. You 're using your female plus to serve a debt. ``

I let her count this, while I unzipped her dress all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hung it over the electric 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 clothes. 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 favorite 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 initiative, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her second joint. Then I stood up and started on her white meat ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that European olive tree complexion, her pubic hair's-breadth was a sweet piffling landing strip, and her areolas were large, and really morose. She was complete with almond-sized tit, and my mouth watered. On her own agreement, she undressed me, seeming to break around my fit breast, running her finger thru my dresser haircloth was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to smooching and stroking the inside of her thighs. Then, I spread her knee joint further apart and leaned in between to lick 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 tongue up and down her slit, then between her labia, then working my way back to her button. Isabella the Catholic was beginning to groan, and shift her hips.

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

I carried on, enjoying her slow writhing beneath me. I then used my finger to agitate inside her vagina. Her moans increased to a yip, and now she was panting too. Isabella got a real good fingering, until I felt her juices start to squelch around my digit. I said"ejaculate on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two fingers I held her clit in my lip, and tickled it with my glossa. That did it.

Isabella's yelps went to a self-colored 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 orgasm. Her screeching echoed around the large room, her slit 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 take heed her gasp a midget"no not-"as my solid state cock, one that did n't go to her husband, slip inside her. She turned her head away, her face red and grimaced, then began to depend from face to side, as I began to mercilessly pound my jab 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 push back subconsciously, and in a few moment we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibitions. Isabella was caught in the moment and her hips were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it concentrated, so I added a pulverization to my stokes, and I felt her tremor beneath me as another smaller orgasm overtook her, her pussy squeezing my cock as she had my digit

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not have a condom. The feeling of Queen Isabella spasming while she came on my tool like that, plus the look of sexual licking on her face was too a great deal. My strokes were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my dick a duo of pump-squeezes. She must do this a lot, because she did it expertly, and I shot a R-2 of goo that hit her white meat, then across her stomach. My turn to furrow my brow as I grunted loudly. Queen Isabella gave it respective more pumps. Rubbing her quarter round over the headland, as she milked the last of me onto her sexy brown tummy, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella the Catholic got up & refreshed herself in the bathroom. Another surprisal as she obediently came back with a warm up wet washcloth and cleaned my dick and ball. I then followed and talked to her as she had her exhibitor. We got onto her favorite study, play. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a spell, all the heavy losses that brought her here.

'' Does your husband lie with ? '' 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,"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 middle on her lovely figure. 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 base rail, I had her grasp it as she understood and turn away over.

Her legs 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 fanny. I took time to feel Isabella up again, For someone who had been so loth earlier, the fact that she was so wet made me wonder. Also, Isabella the Catholic had almost naturally obeyed me at every step of the way, just like a soundly young woman should. So I decided to test something.

I had brought with me the sash from one of the hotel robe. As Queen Isabella was grasping the bar on the railing, I quickly tied off one hand, tossed the sash 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 time to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from hindquarters, going all way in straight away., grabbing her hip and pulling her onto me, her ass against my tummy. And there was that delightful fiddling screeching again, as I impaled her with my difficult dick's entire length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that cunt. She groaned as I held her coxa and began to have a go at it her in earnest, with all the lustfulness that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her plight. There was nothing quite like a bound submissive to bring out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a hanker time. I rolled my hips and varied my pace, I wanted this one to survive, and Isabella I was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slow down, hold, then ram into her, pick up the gait for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to push up back at me in boost. This was a lady who liked screw and her consistence wanted it desperately, I could assure. So, I held nothing back and pounded her relentlessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her dangling breasts. They were more than than a smattering for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to swipe and tug her nipples, much to her pleasure. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a smattering of hair, and pulled it. It made Isabella cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another couple of hard drive and proceeded to floor everything I had into her, slowing my pumps and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a long groan, as rope after rattling 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 helping hand, Isabella the Catholic led me into the shower, and proceeded to soap her handwriting and caringly backwash every bit of me. If I could have mustered up an erection, I would birth had her again, but the old boy was tired

We were so play out and dropped off to sleep alongside each early on the bed. We must have slept deeply, because, the future thing, her phone alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hours sleep at most. Isabella the Catholic mumbled something about an other start at her restaurant.

Isabella had started to jiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and slid my dick between the top of her stage. She responded, licking her fingers as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to craunch my hips for a instant, 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 night before, but after just a moment, Isabella I began to agitate back against me. tinker's damn she liked to fuck, I thought.

We stayed like this for a patch, and she was moaning, but I wanted to make sure I left her wanting, and of course to get my money's worth, so smoothly, yet with power I rolled Isabella onto her stomach. Her genu together, I mounted her flattened consistency. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her snare as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly thrusting into her, power-pounding her pussy 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 Irish pound into her with out slowing. I was using her, and she surely knew it. And what 's to a greater extent, she seemed to really like it

After a few minutes of this, Isabella the Catholic's body tightened, and she screamed out a lament 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 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 position. He leaves it all to me. ``

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

"Well that's More than a tertiary. We can continue this transcription for the oddment, why fortune it on the tables here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be well-off to explain my absence overnight,"Isabella I 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 lay down up the residuum '' I reminded her.

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

Isabella I walked ahead of me down the corridor and that wonderful sexy manner of walking 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 driving arse of an old Toyota. I have to hold, my weary gumshoe twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several weeks since I"ran Isabella's mesa"at the gambling casino. I was at family on the upper veranda of my home, alternately pecking away at office work on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous view of the Gulf of Mexico on a fine pin Fri, when my headphone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian Group security measures at the chief entrance logic gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Oral 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 menage, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ going away to be a busy afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the front doorway, I say a dusty Toyota pulling in to the drive. Isabella I smiled as she got out. She was carrying the trivial shirt she must have got had on at the logic gate, but now she was wearing a very lean bikini ‘ Going to be a busy time indeed.'I said aloud .