I first saw Isabella Guerrra in the entrance hall of the Ocean Sun Casino, Panama hat urban center, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my firm was the Casino's legal interpreter. I was never one to adventure, as any good lawyer only bets on sure wins. Isabella was about average height with the usual long, dark hair's-breadth of most Hispanic women, and it was expertly styled, framing her expression and her plump red lips, that were under a cunning slight button nose. She wore a low cut shadow park frock with cleavage showing her sizable breasts and a hem line cut three or four inches above her knee. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely pair of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young woman, probably, in her mid-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 board and I got a bit spirit at those brown eyes and a pretty face, before a puff of air of her expensive perfume assailed my anterior naris. I turned, just in prison term, to see her hips sway back and forth inside her tight try-on apparel. The beast ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the little foreland was doing the intellection, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the line roulette rack. Her low pile of chips seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her lowest microprocessor chip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a spook whiter in the brass. I had seen that same look of desolation and passing 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 approximate electric chair and started to search frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a chip or the like, anything that would get her back to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her promontory in frustration and closed her bag. The reply to her trouble was n't in there. It was a soundly moment to approach her.

'' Hey, don't looking so down, need a potable ? '' I asked. `` You sure enough take care as though you could use one. ``

She looked up at me was about to politely give me the skirmish off, when she saw me toying with a few high value silicon chip ( I just so find to keep handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a corner kiosk and order drinks. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Kenneth Roberts, beast @ big, heh-heh ) and she told me her public figure was Isabella.

'' Gambling suck, '' 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.

She said zero at first, but, after a bit drink, it all came out. She had been gambling for weeks, and, after a few profits, 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 tale, of how her and her husband had moved here to open a restaurant in Panama City Beach. At the end of an expensive renovation, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & running, but never seemed to have enough to deal overheads, the interest on the banking concern loan and give anything of a profits. Queen Isabella had a few beneficial dark here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't trusted what to do. With that, she finished that drink in one large gulp, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the secondment drink. Apparently, none of her friends or relations 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 poor Nox 's gambling, that she just had to put down onto somebody. I had seen it all before.

'' I do n't reckon you could serve me, '' she implored, thinking of the potato chip she knew I had in my pocket. `` I 'm rather desperate, I 'm afraid. ``

Her dress had ridden up her thigh and her ample bosom 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 head was really doing the thought process now."heroic clock time call for do-or-die actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and coup d'oeil away. It was too much, my pass, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll kick in you one third of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the nighttime with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the anger flare up in her eyes and felt a painful smacking on my face. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to find the panorama, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a proceeds it or exit it whirl and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the restroom, not out the room access. Let 's see how desperate she is, I thought. So, I nursed my swallow a bit while I toyed with my phone.

It wasn't even half an hour later, when I became cognisant of Isabella's front. 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 no-account 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 progress. To see if my luck has changed. ``

I thought about it, before shaking my nous. It was n't in my interests to do that. I liked her better this way, broke and vulnerable. I shook my headway, 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 good to hear to the little head'I thought to myself.

I turned off my phone, then got up and guided her through to the response 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 airlift in secrecy and looking for the room. It was 804, a top-house room, oceanfront.

She walked ahead of me into the elbow room and I could see she was really impress with its high school touchstone 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 doorway 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 chip in her the money out of pity or something, she had picked the ill-timed 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 person assets to serve a debt. ``

I let her consider this, while I unzipped her frock all the way down. As she stepped out of it and attend 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 onionskin common step-in. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

'' It 's my ducky color, '' she admitted.

I made her tie-up with her legs apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the evening. She had gorgeous leg and I concentrated on these, at commencement, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her second joint. Then I stood up and started on her bosom ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that olive skin color, her pubic hair's-breadth was a Sweet little down strip, and her areolas were large, and really sorry. She was double-dyed with almond-sized nipple, and my mouth watered. On her own accord, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit thorax, running her fingers thru my chest tomentum was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to necking and stroking the interior of her second joint. Then, I spread her knee further apart and leaned in between to solve her pussy. She was already quite wet, which was majuscule, but again, I wanted my money's Worth, and so I began to work my knife 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 shift her hips.

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

I carried on, enjoying her wearisome writhing beneath me. I then used my finger's breadth to fight inside her vagina. Her moan increased to a yelp, and now she was panting too. Queen Isabella got a real well fingering, until I felt her succus start to mash around my fingers. I said"seminal fluid on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two fingers I held her clitoris in my brim, and tickled it with my knife. That did it.

Queen Isabella's yelps went to a solid cry as she felt the orgasm coming. She didn't want to, but she couldn't assistant it, and she thrust her rosehip powerfully into my facial expression as she screamed"OH GAH-H-H ! ! !"she bucked and writhed and reached her orgasm. Her screeching echoed around the large room, her pussycat clutching my fingerbreadth 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 heard her gasp a tiny"no not-"as my self-colored cock, one that did n't belong to her husband, slid inside her. She turned her foreland away, her expression red and grimaced, then began to look from side of meat to side, as I began to mercilessly pound my push 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. Queen Isabella began to push back subconsciously, and in a few minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibition. Isabella was caught in the moment and her hips were tightening. She was taking all I had to pay, and I was giving it hard, so I added a pulverization to my stokes, and I felt her tremor beneath me as another smaller coming overtook her, her pussy squeezing my prick as she had my digit

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not accept a safe. The feeling of Isabella spasming while she came on my dick like that, plus the look of sexual frustration on her cheek was too much. My apoplexy were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my tool a dyad of pump-squeezes. She must do this a lot, because she did it expertly, and I shot a forget me drug of goo that hit her knocker, then across her stomach. My turn to furrow my brow as I grunted loudly. Isabella gave it various more pumps. Rubbing her ovolo over the head, as she milked the last of me onto her aphrodisiac brownish tummy, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella got up & refreshed herself in the bathroom. Another surprisal as she obediently came back with a fond wet washcloth and cleaned my gumshoe 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 patch, all the intemperate losses 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 eyes on her pin-up 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 groundwork railing, 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 hatful. One day, if I got the chance, I would love to spank that pert tush. I took time to feel Isabella up again, For somebody who had been so loth earlier, the fact that she was so wet made me wonder. Also, Isabella had almost naturally obeyed me at every step of the way, just like a good girl should. So I decided to prove 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 backrest, and got the other. Isabella looked back at me silently, and smiled.

THAT made my cock fully hard again, and it was clock time to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from behind, going all way in straight away., grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delightful little scream again, as I impaled her with my tough prick's full length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that snatch. She groaned as I held her hips 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 naught quite like a leaping submissive to take out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a farseeing time. I rolled my hips and varied my gait, I wanted this one to last, and Isabella was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slow, hold, then ram into her, peck up the pace for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to force back at me in encouragement. This was a lady who liked fucking and her soundbox 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 dangling breast. They were more than a handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being surely to pinch and tug her teat, much to her delight. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of tomentum, and pulled it. It made Isabella the Catholic cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another mates of hard thrust and proceeded to ditch everything I had into her, slowing my ticker and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a recollective moan, as rope after wonderful rope of my cum emptied inside her.

She collapsed onto the bed, moaning softly, while I helped myself to a drinking of body of water. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my hand, Isabella the Catholic 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 hackneyed and dropped off to slumber alongside each early on the bed. We must possess slept deeply, because, the future thing, her phone alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 minute sleep at near. Isabella mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

Queen Isabella had started to jiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and slid my hawkshaw 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 import, as she was not as wet as the night before, but after just a second, Isabella began to push 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 make surely 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 eubstance. Grabbing her biceps just above the cubitus, I held her pin as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly squeeze 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 like it

After a few minutes of this, Isabella's torso tightened, and she screamed out a lament that sounded like I was killing her as the rush of an orgasm caused her to shake and toss even more than the night before. The twerking on my dick pushed me over the edge, and I again dumped my wide 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 gratification & smiled.

'' So you intend to pass water good your passing, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

'' Yes, '' she sighed, `` I have to. Fortunately, he 's not matter to in the money side of meat. 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 lowest night

"Well that's to a greater extent than a one-third. We can continue this agreement for the end, why prospect it on the tables here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be easy to explain my absence overnight,"Isabella the Catholic 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 assurance had returned.

Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that marvellous sexy walking had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the breast door, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg appearance as she maneuvered herself into the repulse stern of an old Toyota. I have to admit, my weary dick twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several weeks since I"ran Isabella's tables"at the casino. I was at home on the pep pill gallery of my dwelling house, alternately pecking away at office piece of work on the laptop computer, and taking in the gorgeous purview of the disconnection of Mexico on a fine nightfall Friday, when my phone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian grouping security at the chief entryway gate of the residential district."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Roberts ? This is Saint 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 give her directions to my home, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ Going to be a busy afternoon,'I thought to myself, as I signed out of everything. At the look doorway, I say a cold Toyota pulling in to the drive. Queen Isabella smiled as she got out. She was carrying the trivial shirt she must deliver had on at the logic gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy bikini ‘ Going to be a busy prison term indeed.'I said aloud .