I first saw Isabella the Catholic Guerrra in the vestibule of the ocean Sun Casino, Panama City, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my firm was the casino's legal representative. I was never one to run a risk, as any serious lawyer only bets on sure wins. Isabella was about average height with the usual long, dark hair of most Hispanic cleaning woman, and it was expertly styled, framing her expression and her plump red lips, that were under a cute minuscule button nose. She wore a low cut darkness park apparel with segmentation showing her sizeable breast and a hem furrow cut three or four inches above her knee. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely couplet of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive offspring charwoman, probably, in her mid-thirties I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the stave treated her as though she was a fixture, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the gaming mesa and I got a second tone at those brownness eyes and a passably face, before a puff of air of her expensive perfume assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in fourth dimension, to see her hips sway back and forward inside her tight appointment dress. The wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a recession. Now the lilliputian head was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming room and saw her standing at the roulette wheel. Her modest mound of chips seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her net scrap was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that same aspect of bareness and loss in this cassino before, and now I had a plan.

I casually followed her, as she walked, defeated, out of the room. Queen Isabella sat down heavily in the nearest president and started to search frantically through the mental object of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a check 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 brain in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her problems was n't in there. It was a good here and now to approach her.

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

She looked up at me was about to politely present me the light touch off, when she saw me toying with a few senior high school value chips ( I just so happened to keep 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 place swallow. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Roberts, wildcat @ enceinte, heh-heh ) and she told me her public figure was Isabella.

'' Gambling suction, '' she said, bitterly, as she took a fleshy 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 zip at offset, but, after a second gear crapulence, it all came out. She had been gambling for week, and, after a few wins, was now into some heavy red. Then, she had borrowed some immediate payment and had tried to win it back, without success.

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

'' About $ 3000 or so. '' she sighed. Then, she sang the usual sad news report, of how her and her married man had moved here to open a eating house in Panama city Beach. At the end of an expensive refurbishment, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & track, but never seemed to make plenty to treat overheads, the interest on the bank loan and make anything of a profit. Isabella had a few good 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 large draught, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the indorsement beverage. Apparently, none of her acquaintance or relations knew of their financial quandary. It was amazing what a drinking would do to loosen the knife. And, to be fair, she 'd had such a pathetic night 's gambling, that she just had to unload onto somebody. I had seen it all before.

'' I do n't think you could help me, '' she implored, thinking of the potato chip she knew I had in my scoop. `` I 'm rather despairing, I 'm afraid. ``

Her dress had ridden up her thighs and her sizeable knocker was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had plus in teemingness. `` Well, Isabella, there is a way I could facilitate you, '' I said. The little header was really doing the thinking now."despairing times call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and coup d'oeil away. It was too much, my offer, 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 wrath irrupt up in her eyes and felt a painful slap on my look. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to find the scene, 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 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 hour later, when I became aware of Queen 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 nerve, '' she said.

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

'' I 've been thinking about your offer. I wondered whether you would present me half, in onward motion. To see if my fate 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 fountainhead, 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 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 response area. I got an feeler in cash at the front desk, as they knew me, and got a key. Then, we were riding up in the heave in quiet 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 impressed with its high standard of décor, but she was understandably placidity and subdued and I could evidence that it had been a desperate decision for her, and she stood at the open door to the deck of cards, looking out at the moon over the Gulf.

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

But, if she wanted me to give her the money out of shame or something, she had picked the incorrect guy. I was determined to get my money 's Worth out of her, every last penny.

'' Well, think of it like a byplay transcription. You 're using your female asset to serve 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 hot seat, I could see what a superb consistence she had. And it 's all mine, I thought as I unhooked her bra and threw it on top of her apparel. Then, I quickly knelt behind her and tugged down her flimsy green scanty. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

'' It 's my favorite people of 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 legs and I concentrated on these, at first, as I stroked, kissed and fondled her second joint. Then I stood up and started on her knocker ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella I had that olive complexion, her pubic hair was a sweetness minuscule landing cartoon strip, and her areolas were enceinte, and really iniquity. She was sodding with almond-sized nipple, and my mouth watered. On her own pact, she undressed me, seeming to intermit around my fit thorax, running her digit thru my chest of drawers fuzz 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 knee joint further apart and leaned in between to clobber her pussy. She was already quite wet, which was great, but again, I wanted my money's worth, and so I began to do work my lingua up and down her slit, then between her labia, then working my way back to her clit. Isabella was beginning to moan, and agitate her hips.

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

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

Isabella's yelps went to a solid cry as she felt the sexual climax coming. She didn't want to, but she couldn't help it, and she thrust her pelvic girdle powerfully into my face as she screamed"OH GAH-H-H ! ! !"she bucked and writhed and reached her coming. Her scream echoed around the large elbow room, her cunt clutching my finger's breadth 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 solid rooster, one that did n't belong to to her hubby, slither inside her. She turned her head away, her face red and grimaced, then began to look from side to side, as I began to mercilessly punt 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 hammer. Isabella the Catholic began to drive back subconsciously, and in a few minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibitions. Isabella was caught in the moment and her pelvic girdle were tightening. She was taking all I had to apply, and I was giving it backbreaking, so I added a drudgery to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another smaller orgasm overtook her, her cunt squeezing my rooster as she had my finger's breadth

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not have a condom. The tactual sensation of Isabella spasming while she came on my tool like that, plus the feel of sexual defeat on her face was too much. My cam stroke were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second gear surprise when Isabella the Catholic reached down and gave my dick 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 boob, then across her tummy. My turn to furrow my hilltop as I grunted loudly. Isabella I gave it various more pumps. Rubbing her pollex over the head teacher, as she milked the final stage of me onto her aphrodisiacal brown tummy, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Isabella got up & freshen herself in the bathroom. Another surprise as she obediently came back with a warm wet washcloth and cleaned my cock and balls. I then followed and talked to her as she had her shower. We got onto her favorite subject, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a while, all the labored expiration that brought her here.

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

'' No, '' she said quickly `` and I do n't require 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 eyes on her cover girl design. The old boy was up for indorsement it seemed, so I guided her to the end of the bed and, putting a pillow over the lot groundwork rail, I had her appreciation it as she understood and bent 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 have it off to paddle that pert backside. I took fourth dimension to feel Isabella up again, For soul 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 stride of the way, just like a effective girl should. So I decided to prove something.

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

THAT made my cock fully hard again, and it was fourth dimension to put it to undecomposed use. I pu-uu-shed into her cunt from seat, going all way in flat away., grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delicious niggling screaming again, as I impaled her with my hard tool's entire distance. I held her there, letting her know who owned that slit. She groaned as I held her pelvic girdle and began to fuck her in earnest, with all the lust that had been building up inside me, since I had first encountered her plight. There was zero quite like a bound submissive to bring out the wolf in me. And, I kept it going for a foresighted time. I rolled my hips and varied my tread, I wanted this one to endure, and Queen Isabella was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slow up, check, then ram into her, pick up the stride 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 fucking and her body wanted it desperately, I could tell. So, I held naught back and pounded her relentlessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her dangling boob. They were more than a handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to pinch and tug her nipples, much to her delectation. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of fuzz, and pulled it. It made Isabella cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another yoke of hard thrusts and proceeded to dump everything I had into her, slowing my pumps and milking my prick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a foresightful moan, as circle after howling roach of my cum emptied inside her.

She collapsed onto the bed, moaning softly, while I helped myself to a drink of piddle. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my hired man, Isabella I led me into the rain shower, and proceeded to soap her hands and caringly wash away every bit of me. If I could have mustered up an hard-on, I would take 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 have slept deeply, because, the next thing, her telephone set consternation woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hr sleep at about. Isabella the Catholic mumbled something about an early commencement at her restaurant.

Queen Isabella had started to wiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and slue my dick between the top of her legs. She responded, licking her digit as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to labor 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 began to push back against me. Damn she liked to fuck, I thought.

We stayed like this for a patch, and she was moaning, but I wanted to ca-ca for sure I left her wanting, and of trend to get my money's worth, so smoothly, yet with power I rolled Isabella onto her stomach. Her knee joint together, I mounted her flattened body. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her trapped as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly thrust into her, power-pounding her pussycat 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 punt into her with out slowing. I was using her, and she surely knew it. And what 's Thomas More, she seemed to really like it

After a few minutes of this, Isabella's consistence tightened, and she screamed out a wail that sounded like I was killing her as the rush of an climax caused her to shake off and convulse even more than the night before. The twerking on my dick pushed me over the sharpness, and I again dumped my entire load inside her, not releasing her & rolling off until my pecker 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 induce good your losses, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

'' Yes, '' she sighed, `` I have to. Fortunately, he 's not interested in the money slope. 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 cow chip from last night

"Well that's more than than a third. We can continue this arrangement for the residue, why hazard 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. More there where that came from. '' then added `` Fun way to make up the oddment '' I reminded her.

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

Queen Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that terrific sexy paseo 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 acknowledge, my fag out putz twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several calendar week since I"ran Queen Isabella's tables"at the Casino. I was at home on the upper veranda of my home, alternately pecking away at office piece of work on the laptop computer, and taking in the gorgeous view of the disconnection of United Mexican States on a fine declination Friday, when my phone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian grouping security at the independent entrance gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Henry M. Robert ? This is Jacques Louis David at the look gate. There's an Isabella I Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, please give her directions to my rest home, and let her thru, and thanks."

‘ Going to be a busy good 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 occupy prison term indeed.'I said aloud .