I first saw Isabella Guerrra in the foyer of the Ocean Sun casino, Panama metropolis, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my firm was the Casino's legal representative. I was never one to adventure, as any good lawyer only bets on sure enough wins. Isabella was about average elevation with the usual long, dark hair of most Hispanic adult female, and it was expertly styled, framing her face and her plump red lip, that were under a cute lilliputian push button nose. She wore a low cut dark green frock with cleavage showing her ample knocker and a hem line cut three or four inches above her knee. It was enough to intimate that she had a shapely twosome of stage. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young womanhood, 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 second look at those John Brown eyes and a moderately face, before a puff of air of her expensive perfume assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in time, to see her hips sway back and off inside her tight adjustment dress. The wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a turning point. Now the little head was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the toothed wheel wheel. Her small galvanic pile of flake seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her last-place chip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the human face. I had seen that same look of bareness and red in this cassino 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 nearest hot seat and started to seek frantically through the cognitive content of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a micro chip or the like, anything that would get her back to the board. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her head in frustration and closed her bag. The answer to her problem was n't in there. It was a good here and now to approach her.

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

She looked up at me was about to politely break me the brushwood off, when she saw me toying with a few high economic value flake ( I just so happened to hold back handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a corner booth and set up deglutition. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Roberts, woman chaser @ large, heh-heh ) and she told me her public figure was Isabella.

'' Gambling sucking, '' 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 give up.

She said zip at first, but, after a second drink, it all came out. She had been gambling for weeks, and, after a few wins, was now into some heavy losses. Then, she had borrowed some John 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 married man had moved here to open a restaurant in Panama City Beach. At the end of an expensive refurbishment, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & run, but never seemed to make decent to incubate overheads, the interest on the banking company loanword and make anything of a profit. Isabella had a few full nights here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't certainly what to do. With that, she finished that drink in one turgid draught, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the second drinking. Apparently, none of her booster or coition knew of their financial plight. It was amazing what a drink would do to loosen the spit. And, to be fair, she 'd had such a inadequate Night 's play, that she just had to unload onto somebody. I had seen it all before.

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

Her dress had ridden up her thigh and her plenteous embrace was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had assets in abundance. `` Well, Isabella the Catholic, there is a way I could assist you, '' I said. The little head was really doing the thinking now."desperate times call for do-or-die actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her caput and glance away. It was too a great deal, my go, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll give you 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 center and felt a atrocious slap on my face. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the view, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a take it or leave it offer and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the public convenience, not out the threshold. Let 's see how heroic 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 cognisant of Isabella's presence. I looked up and there she was. She looked more indite and had obviously re-done her make-up. She looked positively stunning.

'' I 'm sorry I slapped your human 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 advance. To see if my fortune 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 head word, and returned to my phone.

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

‘ Sometimes it's good 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 area. I got an advance in hard currency at the strawman 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 way and I could see she was really impress with its high standard of décor, but she was understandably quiet and subdued and I could recite that it had been a desperate decision for her, and she stood at the open threshold 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 give her the money out of ruth or something, she had picked the wrong guy. I was determined to get my money 's Worth out of her, every finally penny.

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

I let her consider this, while I unzipped her frock all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hung it over the president, 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 attire. 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 color, '' she admitted.

I made her stand with her branch apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the eve. She had gorgeous leg 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 I had that olive complexion, her pubic hair's-breadth was a angelical little landing strip, and her ring of color were large, and really dark. She was complete with almond-sized teat, and my oral cavity watered. On her own accord, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit chest, running her fingers thru my bureau hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to kissing and stroking the interior of her thighs. Then, I spread her knees advance apart and leaned in between to lick her kitty-cat. 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 clit. Isabella was beginning to moan, and careen her hips.

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

I carried on, enjoying her slack writhing beneath me. I then used my fingers to advertise 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 succus start to squash around my fingers. I said"Come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two finger's breadth I held her button in my lips, and tickled it with my knife. That did it.

Isabella's yelps went to a solid cry as she felt the climax coming. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it, and she thrust her hips powerfully into my typeface as she screamed"OH GAH-H-H ! ! !"she bucked and writhed and reached her orgasm. Her shriek echoed around the gravid room, her pussycat clutching my digit for a full5 seconds before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be raw just as I wanted, so I mounted her and heard her gasp a tiny"no not-"as my self-coloured cock, one that did n't belong to her husband, slip inside her. She turned her heading away, her cheek red and grimaced, then began to take care from English 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 body respond to my tool. Isabella began to press back subconsciously, and in a few hour 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 gruelling, so I added a grind to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another smaller orgasm overtook her, her pussy squeezing my stopcock as she had my finger's breadth

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not hold a condom. The look of Isabella spasming while she came on my dick like that, plus the expression of intimate defeat on her face was too a great deal. My chance event were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my sec surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my putz a pair of pump-squeezes. She must do this a lot, because she did it expertly, and I shot a Mexican valium of goo that hit her bosom, then across her stomach. My turn to furrow my brow as I grunted loudly. Isabella gave it several more heart. Rubbing her thumb over the principal, as she milked the last of me onto her sexy brown corporation, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella got up & refreshed herself in the bathroom. Another surprise as she obediently came back with a strong wet face cloth and cleaned my dick and balls. I then followed and talked to her as she had her rain shower. We got onto her favourite subject, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a while, all the labored losses that brought her here.

'' Does your husband lie with ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

She dried herself and came out of the john, still naked. It was just the way I wanted her, as I feasted my eyes on her lovely figure. The old boy was up for secondment it seemed, so I guided her to the end of the bed and, putting a pillow over the lot ft runway, I had her grasp it as she understood and bent over.

Her legs straightened this way pushed her ass up and boy, was it a slew. One day, if I got the probability, I would love to spank that pert ass. I took time to experience Queen Isabella up again, For someone who had been so reluctant earlier, the fact that she was so wet made me inquire. Also, Queen Isabella had almost naturally obeyed me at every stone's throw 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 robes. As Isabella was grasping the bar on the railing, I quickly tied off one hand, tossed the sash over her rear, and got the early. Isabella looked back at me silently, and smiled.

THAT made my turncock fully hard again, and it was meter to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her kitty-cat from hindquarters, going all way in straightaway away., grabbing her pelvic girdle and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delicious fiddling shriek again, as I impaled her with my hard cock's entire length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that cunt. She groaned as I held her hips and began to sleep together her in earnest, with all the lust that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her predicament. There was nothing quite like a bound submissive to take out the wolf in me. And, I kept it going for a long fourth dimension. I rolled my coxa and varied my pace, I wanted this one to endure, and Isabella the Catholic 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 lady who liked fucking and her body wanted it desperately, I could recite. 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 handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to hook and tug her nipples, much to her delight. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of whisker, and pulled it. It made Isabella cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the sharpness. I gave her another distich of knockout thrusts and proceeded to dump everything I had into her, slowing my heart and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a hanker moan, as roach after wonderful rope of my cum emptied inside her.

She collapsed onto the bed, moaning softly, while I helped myself to a drink of water supply. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my mitt, Isabella I led me into the rain shower, and proceeded to soap her hands and caringly wash every bit of me. If I could have mustered up an erection, I would possess 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 make slept deeply, because, the succeeding thing, her phone alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hours sleep at most. Queen Isabella mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

Isabella the Catholic had started to wiggle give up, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, 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 craunch 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 night before, but after just a moment, Isabella the Catholic began to push back against me. red cent she liked to fuck, I thought.

We stayed like this for a patch, and she was moaning, but I wanted to do sure I left her wanting, and of course of instruction to get my money's Worth, so smoothly, yet with power I rolled Isabella onto her stomach. Her knees together, I mounted her flattened body. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her trapped as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly throw into her, power-pounding her snatch as I prone-boned her like that cunt was for all I was Worth. Isabella I 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 bit of this, Queen Isabella's body tightened, and she screamed out a wail that sounded like I was killing her as the rush of an orgasm caused her to stir and thresh even more than the night before. The twerking on my cock pushed me over the sharpness, and I again dumped my full shipment 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 exit, 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 chip shot from hold up night

"well that's more than a third. We can persist in this arrangement for the remainder, why opportunity 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. More there where that came from. '' then added `` Fun way to make up the rest '' I reminded her.

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

Queen Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that marvelous sexy walk had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the breast threshold, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg appearance as she maneuvered herself into the driving seat of an old Toyota. I have to acknowledge, my wear upon gumshoe twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several weeks since I"ran Isabella's mesa"at the cassino. I was at household on the upper berth veranda of my home, alternately pecking away at office work on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous aspect of the Gulf of Mexico on a fine fall Friday, when my phone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian group security measure at the main entry gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Henry M. Robert ? This is David at the nominal head logic gate. There's an Isabella Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, delight chip in her counseling to my home, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ loss to be a busy afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the battlefront door, I say a dusty Toyota pulling in to the driving. Isabella smiled as she got out. She was carrying the little shirt she must birth had on at the gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy bikini ‘ Going to be a busy time indeed.'I said aloud .