I first saw Isabella Guerrra in the foyer of the Ocean Sun casino, boater City, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my firm was the Casino's effectual interpreter. I was never one to hazard, as any good lawyer only bets on sure enough wins. Isabella was about modal height with the usual long, shadow hairsbreadth of nigh Hispanic women, and it was expertly styled, framing her brass and her plump red back talk, that were under a cute short button nose. She wore a low cut dark green dress with cleavage showing her copious breasts and a hem line cut three or four inches above her human knee. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely pair of leg. In fact, she was altogether an attractive young woman, probably, in her thirty-something 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 secondly look at those embrown eye and a moderately nerve, before a puff of her expensive perfume assailed my anterior naris. I turned, just in clip, to see her hip sway back and forward inside her besotted trying on dress. The wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the little head was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming elbow room and saw her standing at the roulette bicycle. Her modest pile of crisp seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her last Saratoga chip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the aspect. I had seen that same feel of desolation and red in this Casino before, and now I had a plan.

I casually followed her, as she walked, defeated, out of the room. Isabella I sat down heavily in the nighest chair and started to search frantically through the subject of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a chip shot or the the likes of, anything that would get her spine to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her header in defeat and closed her bag. The reply to her problems was n't in there. It was a commodity moment to draw close her.

'' Hey, don't tone so down, need a deglutition ? '' I asked. `` You sure attend as though you could use one. ``

She looked up at me was about to politely pass me the clash off, when she saw me toying with a few eminent note value chips ( I just so happened to keep W. C. Handy ), and changed her mind.

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a niche Booth and ordinate drinks. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Roberts, Wolf @ large, heh-heh ) and she told me her name was Isabella.

'' Gambling sucks, '' she said, bitterly, as she took a expectant gulp of her gin and tonic.

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

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

'' How laborious is heavy ? '' 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 restaurant in sailor city Beach. At the end of an expensive refurbishment, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & running, but never seemed to cook adequate to cover overheads, the interest on the bank building loan and make anything of a profit. Queen Isabella had a few good Night here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't surely what to do. With that, she finished that drink in one turgid gulping, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the mo boozing. Apparently, none of her champion or congress knew of their financial troth. It was amazing what a drink would do to loosen the tongue. And, to be fair, she 'd had such a piteous night 's gambling, that she just had to unload onto somebody. I had seen it all before.

'' I do n't speculate you could help me, '' she implored, thinking of the chips she knew I had in my scoop. `` I 'm rather do-or-die, I 'm afraid. ``

Her dress had ridden up her second joint and her plenteous boob was heaving with her anxiousness. I could see she had plus in abundance. `` fountainhead, Isabella the Catholic, there is a way I could help you, '' I said. The petty head word was really doing the thought process now."do-or-die times call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her head and glance away. It was too a lot, my go, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll give you one third gear of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the Night with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the anger flare up in her eyes and felt a painful slap on my expression. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in wrath. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the conniption, so, I shrugged my shoulder joint and smiled. It was a take it or allow for 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 Queen Isabella's front. I looked up and there she was. She looked more compile 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 apology and waited for her to go on.

'' I 've been thinking about your fling. I wondered whether you would afford me one-half, in advance. To see if my fate has changed. ``

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

‘ Sometimes it's upright to heed to the little head'I thought to myself.

I turned off my phone, then got up and guided her through to the response domain. 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 lift in silence 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 impressed with its high school banner 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 open doorway to the deck, looking out at the moonshine over the Gulf.

'' I 've never cheated on my husband before, '' she suddenly confessed, with stab of guilty conscience in her voice.

But, if she wanted me to give her the money out of ruth or something, she had picked the haywire guy. I was determined to get my money 's worth out of her, every hold up penny.

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

I let her believe this, while I unzipped her frock all the way down. As she stepped out of it and hung it over the professorship, I could see what a superb organic structure she had. And it 's all mine, I thought as I unhooked her bra and threw it on top of her clothes. Then, I quickly knelt behind her and tugged down her flimsy green panties. `` You like greens, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

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

I made her stand 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 thigh. Then I stood up and started on her chest ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that European olive tree complexion, her pubic hair was a perfumed little down funnies, and her ring of color were big, and really dark. She was complete with almond-sized nipples, and my lip watered. On her own accord, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit chest, running her fingers thru my chest hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to snuggling and stroking the interior of her thigh. Then, I spread her human knee promote apart and leaned in between to lick her cunt. She was already quite wet, which was capital, 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 shift her hips.

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

I carried on, enjoying her ho-hum writhing beneath me. I then used my finger's breadth to push inside her vagina. Her moans increased to a yelp, and now she was panting too. Isabella got a genuine safe fingering, until I felt her succus start to squelch around my fingers. I said"come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two fingers I held her clitoris in my lips, and tickled it with my tongue. That did it.

Isabella's yelps went to a solid cry as she felt the orgasm 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 sexual climax. Her shrieks echoed around the boastfully room, her pussy clutching my finger's breadth for a full5 seconds before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be sore just as I wanted, so I mounted her and get a line her gasp a midget"no not-"as my solidness tool, one that did n't belong to her husband, skid inside her. She turned her head away, her look red and grimaced, then began to look from side to side, as I began to mercilessly British 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 peter. Isabella began to labour back subconsciously, and in a few transactions we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her forbiddance. Isabella I was caught in the moment and her pelvic arch were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it voiceless, 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 prick as she had my finger

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not have a prophylactic. The feeling of Queen Isabella spasming while she came on my pecker like that, plus the look of sexual defeat on her face was too often. My strokes were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my indorsement surprise when Queen Isabella reached down and gave my dick 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 boob, then across her tum. My good turn to groove my eyebrow as I grunted loudly. Isabella I gave it several more pumps. Rubbing her thumb over the drumhead, as she milked the last of me onto her aphrodisiac brownness 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 affectionate wet washrag and cleaned my gumshoe and testis. I then followed and talked to her as she had her shower. We got onto her favored subject, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a while, all the laborious release that brought her here.

'' Does your married man 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 state you,"Isabella I 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 eye on her lovely trope. 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 foot rail, I had her clasp it as she understood and bent over.

Her stage straightened this way pushed her ass up and boy, was it a sight. One day, if I got the chance, I would have intercourse to spank that impertinent buttocks. I took prison term to feel Isabella up again, For individual who had been so loth earlier, the fact that she was so wet made me wonder. Also, Isabella I had almost naturally obeyed me at every measure of the way, just like a good daughter should. So I decided to prove 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 script, tossed the waistband over her dorsum, and got the other. Isabella looked back at me silently, and smiled.

THAT made my cock fully hard again, and it was prison term to put it to trade good use. I pu-uu-shed into her puss from behind, going all way in consecutive away., grabbing her pelvic girdle and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delightful picayune shriek again, as I impaled her with my punishing hawkshaw's total duration. I held her there, letting her know who owned that cunt. She groaned as I held her coxa 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 bound submissive to convey out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a prospicient time. I rolled my hips and diverge my pace, I wanted this one to last, and Isabella was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slacken, concur, then ram into her, find fault up the pace for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to push up back at me in encouragement. This was a dame 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 breasts. 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 pleasure. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of tomentum, and pulled it. It made Isabella I cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another couple of voiceless push and proceeded to dump everything I had into her, slowing my pumps and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a foresighted moan, 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 water. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my deal, Isabella led me into the shower, and proceeded to soap her hands and caringly laundry every bit of me. If I could cause mustered up an erection, I would have had her again, but the old boy was tired

We were so bore and dropped off to kip alongside each other on the bed. We must have slept deeply, because, the next affair, her phone alarum woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hours sleep at most. Isabella the Catholic mumbled something about an early starting time at her restaurant.

Isabella had started to wiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning attitude, and slid my prick between the top of her legs. She responded, licking her fingerbreadth as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to grind my hips for a moment, then, as I shifted back, Isabella the Catholic groaned as I pushed inside her again. I held that for a present moment, as she was not as wet as the night before, but after just a bit, Isabella began to push back against me. Damn she liked to fuck, I thought.

We stayed like this for a piece, and she was moaning, but I wanted to pee-pee sure 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 knee together, I mounted her flattened consistency. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her trapped 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. 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 Thomas More, she seemed to really like it

After a few minute of arc of this, Isabella's dead body tightened, and she screamed out a wail that sounded like I was killing her as the Benjamin Rush of an orgasm caused her to shake and convulse even Thomas More than the night before. The twerking on my peter pushed me over the edge, and I again dumped my full load inside her, not releasing her & rolling off until my hawkshaw 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 good your going, 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 microprocessor chip from final stage night

"wellspring that's more than a third base. We can go on this arrangement for the remainder, why opportunity it on the board here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be well-heeled to explicate 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 hold up the remainder '' I reminded her.

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

Isabella walked ahead of me down the corridor and that wonderful sexy walk had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the front threshold, heading for her car. She treated me to another leg show as she maneuvered herself into the driving tush of an old Toyota. I have to take on, my tired tool twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several week since I"ran Queen Isabella's tables"at the cassino. I was at home on the upper berth veranda of my nursing home, alternately pecking away at office staff piece of work on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous view of the disconnect of United Mexican States on a delicately pin Friday, when my phone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian Group protection at the chief entrance gate of the residential area."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Henry Martyn Robert ? This is David at the face gate. There's an Isabella Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes St. David"I replied, please impart her directions to my menage, and let her thru, and thanks."

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