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 gambling casino's sound example. I was never one to risk, as any good lawyer only bets on for certain win. Isabella I was about modal height with the common long, dark fuzz of nigh Hispanic American char, and it was expertly styled, framing her face and her plump red lip, that were under a precious picayune release nose. She wore a low cut dark dark-green dress with cleavage showing her sizable titty and a hem line cut three or four inches above her knee joint. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely pair of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young adult female, probably, in her thirty-something I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the stave treated her as though she was a even, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the gaming table and I got a endorsement look at those brown centre and a pretty cheek, before a whiff of her expensive aroma assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in metre, to see her hips sway back and forth inside her tight fitting dress. The wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a street corner. Now the minuscule straits was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the roulette steering wheel. Her meek hatful of chips seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her last check was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that Lapplander look of bareness 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 the Catholic sat down heavily in the good chair and started to search frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a chip or the the like, anything that would get her backbone to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her brain in frustration and closed her bag. The answer to her job was n't in there. It was a just moment to approach her.

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

She looked up at me was about to politely give me the copse off, when she saw me toying with a few high value microprocessor chip ( I just so pass off to stay fresh handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a street corner stall and dictate deglutition. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Roberts, skirt chaser @ with child, heh-heh ) and she told me her name was Isabella.

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

'' You 've had a bad night, then, '' I probed gently, to see if she would spread out up.

She said zilch at first, but, after a 2nd drunkenness, it all came out. She had been gambling for weeks, and, after a few wins, was now into some heavy release. Then, she had borrowed some cash and had tried to win it back, without success.

'' How impenetrable is heavy ? '' I enquired.

'' About $ 3000 or so. '' she sighed. Then, she sang the usual sad level, of how her and her married man had moved here to open 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 make enough to cover smash, the interest on the cant loan and wee anything of a profit. Isabella had a few proficient Night here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't for certain what to do. With that, she finished that potable in one vauntingly gulp, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the sec drink. Apparently, none of her friends or sexual relation knew of their financial plight. It was amazing what a drunkenness would do to relax the tongue. And, to be bonnie, she 'd had such a pathetic night 's gaming, that she just had to unload onto soul. I had seen it all before.

'' I do n't suppose you could help 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 second joint and her ample embrace was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had assets in teemingness. `` Well, Isabella, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The little fountainhead was really doing the thinking now."heroic clip call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her capitulum and glance away. It was too very much, 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 angriness irrupt up in her centre and felt a afflictive smacking on my face. `` How daring you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the scene, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a take it or leave it volunteer and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the wash room, not out the door. Let 's see how desperate she is, I thought. So, I nursed my drinking a bit while I toyed with my phone.

It wasn't even half an hr later, when I became aware of Isabella's bearing. 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 sorry I slapped your face, '' she said.

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

'' I 've been thinking about your go. I wondered whether you would give me half, in advance. To see if my portion 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, and returned to my phone.

After a minute of arc, Queen Isabella slid into the nates opposite me. `` O.K. '' she sighed heavily, I 'll do it. ``

‘ Sometimes it's honorable to mind to the little top dog'I thought to myself.

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

She walked ahead of me into the room and I could see she was really impress with its senior high standard of décor, but she was understandably quiet and subdued and I could tell that it had been a desperate decision for her, and she stood at the outdoors door 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 guilty conscience in her voice.

But, if she wanted me to give her the money out of compassion or something, she had picked the wrong guy. I was determined to get my money 's Charles Frederick Worth out of her, every concluding penny.

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

I let her consider this, while I unzipped her apparel all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hung it over the president, 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 panty. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

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

I made her sales booth with her legs apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the evening. She had gorgeous legs and I concentrated on these, at first base, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her thigh. Then I stood up and started on her breasts ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that olive skin color, her pubic hair was a mellisonant little shoot down strip, and her areolas were bombastic, and really saturnine. She was complete with almond-sized nipples, and my back talk watered. On her own accord, she undressed me, seeming to break around my fit chest, running her finger thru my chest hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to kissing and stroking the inside of her thighs. Then, I spread her genu further apart and leaned in between to lick her snatch. 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 incision, then between her labia, then working my way back to her clit. Isabella was beginning to groan, and change over her hips.

'' My married man should take moral from you, '' she said, and moaned louder.

I carried on, enjoying her dense writhing beneath me. I then used my finger's breadth to crusade inside her vagina. Her moans increased to a yelp, and now she was panting too. Isabella I got a real unspoiled fingering, until I felt her juices start to squelch around my fingerbreadth. I said"Come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two digit I held her clit in my sass, and tickled it with my tongue. That did it.

Isabella I's yelps went to a solid cry as she felt the orgasm coming. She didn't want to, but she couldn't service it, and she thrust her rosehip powerfully into my fount as she screamed"OH GAH-H-H ! ! !"she bucked and writhed and reached her orgasm. Her shrieking echoed around the large room, her cunt clutching my fingerbreadth for a full5 s before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be raw just as I wanted, so I mounted her and heard her pant a bantam"no not-"as my upstanding rooster, one that did n't belong to her husband, slid inside her. She turned her head away, her face red and grimaced, then began to bet 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 body respond to my cock. Isabella I began to labor back subconsciously, and in a few min we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibition. Isabella was caught in the consequence and her hips were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it operose, so I added a grind to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another smaller orgasm overtook her, her slit squeezing my cock as she had my fingers

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not have a condom. The look of Isabella spasming while she came on my dick like that, plus the feeling of sexual defeat on her look was too a good deal. My throw were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my bit surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my peter 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 belly. My number to furrow my brow as I grunted loudly. Isabella the Catholic gave it several more pumps. Rubbing her thumb over the head, as she milked the last of me onto her sexy John Brown tum, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella the Catholic got up & freshen herself in the toilet. Another surprise as she obediently came back with a fond wet face cloth and cleaned my hawkshaw and balls. I then followed and talked to her as she had her shower. We got onto her favorite subject field, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a piece, all the expectant going that brought her here.

'' Does your married man do it ? '' I asked.

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

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

"Something else I should severalise 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 center on her cover girl figure. The old boy was up for irregular it seemed, so I guided her to the end of the bed and, putting a pillow over the lot animal foot rail, I had her grasp it as she understood and crumpled 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 get laid to spank that pert backside. I took fourth dimension to find Queen Isabella up again, For someone who had been so reluctant earlier, the fact that she was so wet made me wonder. Also, Isabella I had almost naturally obeyed me at every gradation of the way, just like a near miss should. So I decided to try something.

I had brought with me the waistcloth from one of the hotel robes. As Isabella was grasping the bar on the rail, I quickly tied off one hand, tossed the sash over her binding, and got the early. Isabella the Catholic looked back at me silently, and smiled.

THAT made my hammer fully hard again, and it was time to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from tush, going all way in direct away., grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delicious little shriek again, as I impaled her with my severely dick's integral distance. I held her there, letting her know who owned that puss. She groaned as I held her articulatio coxae and began to fuck 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 spring submissive to fetch out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a foresighted time. I rolled my hips and varied my stride, I wanted this one to close, and Queen Isabella was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would decelerate, concord, 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 encouragement. This was a lady who liked nooky and her body wanted it desperately, I could tell. 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 smattering for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to vellicate and tug her tit, much to her pleasure. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a smattering 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 backbreaking thrusts and proceeded to dump everything I had into her, slowing my ticker and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a long groan, as rope after wonderful roofy of my cum emptied inside her.

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

We were so fatigue and dropped off to sleep alongside each former on the bed. We must suffer slept deeply, because, the next affair, her sound alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 time of day sleep at well-nigh. Isabella the Catholic mumbled something about an early on first at her restaurant.

Queen Isabella had started to wiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and slither my dick between the top of her legs. She responded, licking her fingers as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to mash my hip 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 nighttime before, but after just a moment, Isabella began to push back against me. Damn she liked to get it on, I thought.

We stayed like this for a while, and she was moaning, but I wanted to make 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 belly. Her knees together, I mounted her flattened consistence. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow joint, I held her trap as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly thrust into her, power-pounding her pussy as I prone-boned her like that cunt 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, she seemed to really like it

After a few minutes of this, Isabella I's body tightened, and she screamed out a wail that sounded like I was killing her as the upsurge of an orgasm caused her to stimulate and convulse even to a greater extent than the Night before. The twerking on my dick pushed me over the edge, and I again dumped my replete lode inside her, not releasing her & rolling off until my prick went soft.

'' I 've never had sex like this before, '' she informed me weakly, as I got up. I grunted in atonement & smiled.

'' So you intend to make honest your expiration, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

'' Yes, '' she sighed, `` I have to. Fortunately, he 's not worry 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 cobbler's last Night

"fountainhead that's more than a third. We can uphold this transcription for the remainder, why chance it on the tabular array here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be easygoing to explain my absence overnight,"Queen 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 remainder '' 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 sureness had returned.

Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that tremendous sexy pass 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 seat of an old Toyota. I have to take on, my tired hawkshaw twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several weeks since I"ran Isabella the Catholic's tables"at the gambling casino. I was at home on the upper berth veranda of my plate, alternately pecking away at office work on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous eyeshot of the disconnect of United Mexican States on a very well fall Fri, when my phone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian Group security system at the master entrance gate of the biotic community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Richard J. Roberts ? This is Jacques Louis David at the front gate. There's an Queen Isabella Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, please pay her way to my home, 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 door, I say a dusty Toyota pulling in to the drive. 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 interfering meter indeed.'I said aloud .