I first saw Isabella Guerrra in the anteroom of the Ocean Sun gambling casino, straw hat metropolis, as she walked elegantly down the stairway. I was there as my business firm was the Casino's legal instance. I was never one to risk, as any respectable lawyer only bets on sure profits. Queen Isabella was about middling height with the usual long, dark hair's-breadth of near Latino women, and it was expertly styled, framing her face and her plump red lip, that were under a cute little button nose. She wore a low cut dark green attire with cleavage showing her ample white meat and a hem argumentation cut three or four inches above her stifle. It was enough to evoke that she had a shapely yoke of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young woman, probably, in her mid-thirties I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the faculty 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 sec spirit at those embrown eyes and a pretty case, before a puff of air of her expensive perfume assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in prison term, to see her hips sway back and forth inside her tight fitting dress. The beast ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the picayune fountainhead was doing the thought process, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the roulette rack. Her small tidy sum of potato chip seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her terminal chip was gone. Every sentence she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that same expression of desolation and loss in this cassino before, and now I had a plan.

I casually followed her, as she walked, defeated, out of the elbow room. Isabella sat down heavily in the nearest chairperson 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 spinal column to the mesa. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her psyche in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her trouble was n't in there. It was a expert here and now to draw near her.

'' Hey, don't looking 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 economic value fleck ( I just so materialise to keep back Handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a quoin Booth and ordered potable. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Roberts, wolf @ large, heh-heh ) and she told me her gens 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 open up up.

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

'' How weighty is grueling ? '' I enquired.

'' About $ 3000 or so. '' she sighed. Then, she sang the common sad story, of how her and her husband had moved here to open a eating house in Panama metropolis 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 believe adequate to cover overheads, the interest on the bank building loan and make anything of a earnings. Isabella 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 drinkable in one large gulp, and asked for another.

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

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

Her dress had ridden up her thighs and her sizable tit was heaving with her anxiousness. I could see she had asset in abundance. `` fountainhead, Isabella, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The petty head was really doing the intellection now."dire prison term call for desperate activity, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and glance away. It was too much, my pass, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll dedicate you one third of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the nighttime with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the choler flare up in her eyes and felt a unspeakable slap on my face. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to see the scene, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a payoff it or pull up stakes it offer 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 hr later, when I became aware of Isabella the Catholic's presence. I looked up and there she was. She looked more composed 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 pass. I wondered whether you would impart me half, in advance. To see if my luck has changed. ``

I thought about it, before shaking my capitulum. 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 mo, Isabella slid into the seat opposite me. `` O.K. '' she sighed heavily, I 'll do it. ``

‘ Sometimes it's estimable to listen to the minuscule head'I thought to myself.

I turned off my phone, then got up and guided her through to the response orbit. I got an progress in cash at the front desk, as they knew me, and got a key. Then, we were riding up in the lift in secretiveness and looking for the way. It was 804, a top-house room, oceanfront.

She walked ahead of me into the elbow room and I could see she was really impressed with its high standard of décor, but she was understandably tranquility and subdued and I could order that it had been a desperate decision for her, and she stood at the undetermined 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 feed 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 terminal penny.

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

I let her deal this, while I unzipped her dress all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hang it over the death chair, I could see what a superb torso 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 onionskin green panties. `` You like putting green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

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

I made her stand with her legs apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the even. She had gorgeous pegleg and I concentrated on these, at first, 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 Olea europaea skin color, her pubic hair was a Sweet little landing striptease, and her ring of color were large, and really dark. She was complete with almond-sized nipples, and my sass watered. On her own accord, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit chest, running her fingers thru my thorax hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to cuddling and stroking the inside of her thighs. Then, I spread her knees further apart and leaned in between to bat her pussy. She was already quite wet, which was bully, but again, I wanted my money's worth, and so I began to work on my knife up and down her snatch, then between her labia, then working my way back to her clit. Queen Isabella was beginning to groan, and tilt her hips.

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

I carried on, enjoying her ho-hum writhing beneath me. I then used my digit to press inside her vagina. Her moans increased to a yelp, and now she was panting too. Isabella got a really good fingering, until I felt her juice start to squash around my fingerbreadth. I said"Come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two fingers I held her clit in my sassing, and tickled it with my spit. That did it.

Isabella's yelps went to a solid cry as she felt the coming 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 scream echoed around the large room, her pussy clutching my finger's breadth for a full5 seconds before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be tender just as I wanted, so I mounted her and get wind her pant a tiny"no not-"as my solid hammer, one that did n't belong to her married man, slid inside her. She turned her head teacher away, her expression red and grimaced, then began to depend from slope to side, as I began to mercilessly 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 torso respond to my cock. Isabella I began to fight back subconsciously, and in a few minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibitions. 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 hard, so I added a grind to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another smaller orgasm overtook her, her kitty-cat squeezing my cock as she had my fingers

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not have a prophylactic. The feeling of Isabella spasming while she came on my putz like that, plus the look of intimate defeat on her nerve was too lots. My fortuity were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second surprisal 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 roach of goo that hit her breast, then across her tum. My round to groove my supercilium as I grunted loudly. Queen Isabella gave it respective more ticker. Rubbing her thumb over the head, as she milked the final of me onto her aphrodisiacal brown tummy, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella got up & refresh herself in the toilet. Another surprise as she obediently came back with a warm wet washcloth and cleaned my dick and ball. I then followed and talked to her as she had her exhibitioner. We got onto her favorite subject, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a patch, all the heavy losses that brought her here.

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

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

'' He wo n't get word 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 bath, still naked. It was just the way I wanted her, as I feasted my eyes on her lovely image. The old boy was up for s it seemed, so I guided her to the end of the bed and, putting a pillow over the lot foot track, I had her grip it as she understood and bent over.

Her legs straightened this way pushed her ass up and boy, was it a pile. One day, if I got the chance, I would love to spank that pert butt. I took fourth dimension to palpate Isabella the Catholic 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 stone's throw of the way, just like a dependable girl should. So I decided to test something.

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

THAT made my prick fully hard again, and it was time to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from stern, going all way in direct away., grabbing her hip and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delicious little shriek again, as I impaled her with my hard dick's intact duration. I held her there, letting her know who owned that bitch. She groaned as I held her hips and began to be intimate her in earnest, with all the lecherousness that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her predicament. There was nothing quite like a bound submissive to bring out the savage in me. And, I kept it going for a long time. I rolled my hips and variegate my pace, I wanted this one to last, and Queen Isabella was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slack, hold, then ram into her, nibble 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 dame who liked screwing and her eubstance wanted it desperately, I could tell. So, I held nothing back and pounded her relentlessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her suspension breasts. They were more than a handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being surely to top and tug her nipple, much to her delight. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a fistful of hair, and pulled it. It made Isabella I cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the boundary. I gave her another distich of hard 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 moan, as roofy after wonderful R-2 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 hired man, Isabella led me into the shower, and proceeded to soap her hands and caringly wash every bit of me. If I could take mustered up an erection, I would have had her again, but the old boy was tired

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

Isabella had started to wiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning post, and slid my gumshoe 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 hips 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 bit, Isabella I began to push back against me. red cent she liked to fuck, I thought.

We stayed like this for a while, and she was moaning, but I wanted to take in sure as shooting 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 knees together, I mounted her flattened consistency. Grabbing her biceps just above the cubitus, I held her trapped as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly throw 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 pound into her with out slowing. I was using her, and she surely knew it. And what 's more, she seemed to really care it

After a few minute of this, Isabella I's physical structure tightened, and she screamed out a wail that sounded like I was killing her as the rush of an sexual climax caused her to stimulate and convulse even More than the night before. The twerking on my putz pushed me over the boundary, and I again dumped my to the full burden 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 expiation & smiled.

'' So you intend to make beneficial your release, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

'' Yes, '' she sighed, `` I have to. Fortunately, he 's not interest in the money incline. 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 terminal night

"Well that's more than a thirdly. We can retain this system for the remainder, why chance it on the tables here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be easy to excuse 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 make up the balance '' 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 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 figurehead door, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg display as she maneuvered herself into the driving seat of an old Toyota. I have to admit, my tired prick twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been various week since I"ran Isabella I's board"at the gambling casino. I was at home on the amphetamine veranda of my home plate, alternately pecking away at office work on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous vista of the Gulf of Mexico on a fine fall Fri, when my phone rang. It was the issue for the St. Georgian Group security at the primary entering logic gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Roberts ? This is St. David at the nominal head logic gate. There's an Queen Isabella Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, please move over her management to my home, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ Going to be a busybodied good afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the front line doorway, I say a dusty Toyota pulling in to the drive. Isabella I smiled as she got out. She was carrying the little shirt she must feature had on at the gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy bikini ‘ Going to be a meddling clock time indeed.'I said aloud .