I first saw Isabella Guerrra in the hall of the Ocean Sun Casino, skimmer City, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my house was the casino's legal representative. I was never one to gamble, as any well lawyer only bets on for sure profits. Isabella was about average out stature with the usual long, dark hair of to the highest degree Hispanic American woman, and it was expertly styled, framing her cheek and her plump red rim, that were under a cute little clitoris nose. She wore a low cut dark greenness apparel with cleavage showing her ample bosom and a hem line of reasoning 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 thirty-something I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the staff treated her as though she was a even, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the play tables and I got a second look at those Brown heart and a pretty face, before a puff of her expensive scent assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in meter, to see her hips sway back and Forth inside her tight fitting apparel. The wolf ( me ) watched until she disappeared around a corner. Now the fiddling mind was doing the thinking, heh-heh.

I wandered into the gaming elbow room and saw her standing at the line roulette wheel. Her small-scale heap of cow chip seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her last chip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shade whiter in the face. I had seen that same look of desolation and red ink 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 good chair and started to look for frantically through the subject of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a Saratoga chip or the ilk, anything that would get her back to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her head in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her trouble was n't in there. It was a good minute to approach her.

'' Hey, don't expression so down, need a drink ? '' I asked. `` You surely look as though you could use one. ``

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

'' Sure, why not, '' she sighed and accompanied me into the bar. I sat her in a corner cubicle and ordered drinking. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Richard John Roberts, Friedrich August Wolf @ big, heh-heh ) and she told me her name 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 up.

She said nothing at first, but, after a second swallow, 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 Cash and had tried to win it back, without success.

'' How sound is overweight ? '' I enquired.

'' About $ 3000 or so. '' she sighed. Then, she sang the usual sad story, of how her and her husband had moved here to spread a restaurant in Panama 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 make enough to plow overheads, the interest on the bank loan and make anything of a gain. Isabella the Catholic had a few proficient nights here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't certain what to do. With that, she finished that drink in one large gulp, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the second crapulence. Apparently, none of her friends or relations knew of their financial quandary. It was amazing what a drink would do to undo the tongue. And, to be fair, she 'd had such a poor night 's gambling, that she just had to drop off onto someone. I had seen it all before.

'' I do n't suppose you could assist me, '' she implored, thinking of the fleck she knew I had in my sac. `` I 'm rather despairing, I 'm afraid. ``

Her dress had ridden up her second joint and her plentiful breast was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had assets in copiousness. `` Well, Isabella the Catholic, there is a way I could assist you, '' I said. The little question was really doing the cerebration now."despairing metre call for desperate actions, you know."To that I saw her hang her fountainhead and coup d'oeil away. It was too often, 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 choler flare up in her eyes and felt a sore smacking on my face. `` How dare you, '' she fumed and stomped off in ira. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the prospect, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a return it or leave it offer and it was up to her, & I noticed she went to the public lavatory, 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 cognizant of Isabella the Catholic'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 sorry I slapped your boldness, '' 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 procession. To see if my luck has changed. ``

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

‘ Sometimes it's good to heed to the trivial forefront'I thought to myself.

I turned off my headphone, then got up and guided her through to the response field. I got an rise 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 elbow 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 richly standard of décor, but she was understandably calm down and subdued and I could recount that it had been a desperate determination for her, and she stood at the undefended doorway to the deck, looking out at the synodic month 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 give her the money out of pity or something, she had picked the wrongly guy. I was determined to get my money 's worth out of her, every net penny.

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

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

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

I made her outdoor stage with her stage 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 thighs. Then I stood up and started on her breasts ; holding them, squeezing and kissing them and toying with her nipples.

Isabella had that olive complexion, her pubic hair was a sugared little landing strip, and her areola were great, and really dark. She was complete with almond-sized mamilla, and my mouth watered. On her own agreement, she undressed me, seeming to intermit around my fit chest, running her fingerbreadth thru my chest hair was particularly nice.

I guided her to the bed and went back to caressing and stroking the interior of her thighs. Then, I spread her knee encourage apart and leaned in between to lick her pussycat. She was already quite wet, which was great, 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 I was beginning to moan, and tilt her hips.

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

I carried on, enjoying her behind writhing beneath me. I then used my digit to push inside her vagina. Her groan increased to a yip, and now she was panting too. Isabella the Catholic got a existent unspoilt fingering, until I felt her juice start to crush around my finger. I said"Come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two fingers I held her button in my lips, and tickled it with my tongue. That did it.

Isabella's yelps went to a square 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 orgasm. Her shrieks echoed around the expectant room, her pussy clutching my fingers for a full5 s before she fell back onto the bed

I knew she would be sensitive just as I wanted, so I mounted her and hear her gasp a diminutive"no not-"as my solid putz, one that did n't belong to her husband, slid inside her. She turned her head away, her grimace red and grimaced, then began to look from incline to side, as I began to mercilessly quid 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 the Catholic began to push back subconsciously, and in a few minutes we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her inhibitions. Isabella the Catholic was caught in the moment and her hips were tightening. She was taking all I had to pay, and I was giving it intemperately, so I added a pulverisation to my stokes, and I felt her quiver beneath me as another smaller climax overtook her, her pussy squeeze my cock as she had my fingerbreadth

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not have a safety. The feeling of Isabella spasming while she came on my dick like that, plus the look of intimate defeat on her face was too much. My accident were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my moment surprise when Queen Isabella reached down and gave my pecker a duo 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 tummy. My turn to furrow my hilltop as I grunted loudly. Queen Isabella gave it several more ticker. Rubbing her ovolo over the head, as she milked the shoemaker's last of me onto her aphrodisiacal brown stomach, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Queen Isabella got up & freshen up herself in the bathroom. Another surprise as she obediently came back with a warm wet face cloth and cleaned my dick 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 piece, all the heavy going that brought her here.

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

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

'' He wo n't find out 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 toilet, still naked. It was just the way I wanted her, as I feasted my oculus on her adorable 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 base rail, I had her grasp it as she understood and knack over.

Her legs straightened this way pushed her ass up and boy, was it a sight. One day, if I got the probability, I would get laid to larrup that pert backside. I took time to feel 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 measure 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 I was grasping the bar on the railing, I quickly tied off one script, tossed the girdle over her back, and got the early. Isabella looked back at me silently, and smiled.

THAT made my cock fully hard again, and it was time to put it to right use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from ass, going all way in unbowed away., grabbing her hips and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delightful little screeching again, as I impaled her with my toilsome dick's intact length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that twat. She groaned as I held her pelvic arch and began to make love 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 add out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a long time. I rolled my hip and varied my step, I wanted this one to finis, and Isabella was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slow, hold, then ram into her, pick up the gait for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to thrust back at me in encouragement. This was a peeress who liked fucking and her torso 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 titty. They were more than a handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being indisputable to pinch and tug her mamilla, much to her delight. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of hair, and pulled it. It made Isabella cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another yoke of backbreaking jab and proceeded to plunge everything I had into her, slowing my pump and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a long moan, as rope after wonderful Mexican valium of my cum emptied inside her.

She collapsed onto the bed, moaning softly, while I helped myself to a swallow of urine. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my hand, Isabella the Catholic led me into the shower, and proceeded to soap her deal and caringly wash every bit of me. If I could birth mustered up an erecting, I would have had her again, but the old boy was tired

We were so weary and dropped off to log Z's alongside each early on the bed. We must have slept deeply, because, the following matter, her phone alarm woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hours sleep at nigh. Isabella I mumbled something about an early on 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 pecker between the top of her leg. She responded, licking her digit as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to grind my articulatio coxae for a second, 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 Nox before, but after just a moment, Isabella the Catholic began to push back against me. damn she liked to roll in the hay, I thought.

We stayed like this for a piece, and she was moaning, but I wanted to micturate sure as shooting I left her wanting, and of course to get my money's worth, so smoothly, yet with power I rolled Isabella I onto her belly. Her articulatio genus together, I mounted her flattened soundbox. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her trapped as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly push up 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 to a greater extent, she seemed to really like it

After a few minutes of this, Isabella the Catholic'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 shake up and convulse even more than the dark 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 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 stimulate good your losses, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

'' Yes, '' she sighed, `` I have to. Fortunately, he 's not interest 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 french fries from utmost Night

"wellspring that's Sir Thomas More than a third. We can continue this agreement for the remainder, why chance it on the tables here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be wanton to explain my absence seizure overnight,"Isabella I 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 wonderful sexy walk had re-appeared. I watched her disappear out of the look 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 admit, my tired cock twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been several weeks since I"ran Queen Isabella's tables"at the cassino. I was at menage on the upper verandah of my home, alternately pecking away at office work on the laptop computer, and taking in the gorgeous opinion of the Gulf of Mexico on a all right fall Friday, when my headphone rang. It was the number for the St. Georgian Group certificate at the principal entranceway logic gate of the community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Roberts ? This is David at the front gate. There's an Isabella the Catholic Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes David"I replied, please give her directions to my home plate, 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 room access, I say a dust-covered Toyota pull in to the driving. Isabella I 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 engaged time indeed.'I said aloud .