I first saw Isabella the Catholic Guerrra in the foyer of the ocean Sun casino, Panama urban center, as she walked elegantly down the staircase. I was there as my firm was the Casino's legal representative. I was never one to adventure, as any respectable lawyer only bets on certain wins. Isabella was about medium height with the usual long, dark-skinned hair of most Hispanic char, and it was expertly styled, framing her face and her plump red brim, that were under a cute little button nozzle. She wore a low cut dark green garb with cleavage showing her ample breast and a hem line of reasoning cut three or four column inch above her human knee. It was enough to suggest that she had a shapely pair of legs. In fact, she was altogether an attractive Whitney Moore Young Jr. charwoman, probably, in her mid-thirties I guessed. A gorgeous Latina MILF, the stave treated her as though she was a veritable, and that got me thinking.

She walked past me to the gaming tables and I got a second look at those chocolate-brown eyes and a jolly face, before a whiff of her expensive perfume assailed my nostrils. I turned, just in time, to see her hips sway back and onward inside her plastered fitting apparel. 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 room and saw her standing at the line roulette wheel. Her modest agglomerate of chips seemed to be dwindling fast. I stood and watched her for a bit, until her last poker chip was gone. Every time she lost, she seemed to go a shadiness whiter in the fount. I had seen that same look of desolation and loss in this Casino 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 good chair and started to search frantically through the contents of her cocktail bag. I knew what she was looking for, a cow chip or the comparable, anything that would get her backrest to the table. I knew then that she was well and truly hooked on gambling.

She hung her fountainhead in defeat and closed her bag. The answer to her problems was n't in there. It was a near import to come near her.

'' Hey, don't look so down, need a swallow ? '' I asked. `` You sure expect as though you could use one. ``

She looked up at me was about to politely pay me the brush off, when she saw me toying with a few gamy value french-fried potatoes ( 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 stall and dictate drinks. Then, I introduced myself ( Jonatan Roberts, wolf @ large, heh-heh ) and she told me her name was Isabella.

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

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

She said nada at first-class honours degree, but, after a second drinking, it all came out. She had been gambling for hebdomad, and, after a few win, was now into some ponderous red. Then, she had borrowed some cash and had tried to win it back, without success.

'' How grievous 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 give a eatery in boater city Beach. At the end of an expensive restoration, Covid and it 's lockdowns hit. They had gotten back up & running game, but never seemed to pretend enough to compensate overheads, the interest on the bank loan and arrive at anything of a profit. Queen Isabella had a few good nights here, but tonight, it came crashing down, and she just wasn't sure what to do. With that, she finished that drink in one great gulp, and asked for another.

She babbled a bit more after the second drink. Apparently, none of her friend or congress knew of their fiscal troth. It was amazing what a drunkenness would do to tease apart the tongue. And, to be fair, she 'd had such a poor people nighttime 's gambling, 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 sack. `` I 'm rather desperate, I 'm afraid. ``

Her dress had ridden up her thighs and her rich bosom was heaving with her anxiety. I could see she had plus in abundance. `` Well, Queen Isabella, there is a way I could facilitate you, '' I said. The petty nous was really doing the thinking now."desperate times call for dire natural action, you know."To that I saw her hang her promontory and coup d'oeil away. It was too much, my offer, but I was feeling generous `` I 'll chip in you one third of what you need, or $ 1000, if you 'll spend the Nox with me, upstairs. ``

I saw the anger erupt up in her centre and felt a terrible smacking on my face. `` How daring you, '' she fumed and stomped off in anger. Luckily, there was no one around to witness the tantrum, so, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. It was a issue it or leave it offer 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 drink a bit while I toyed with my phone.

It wasn't even half an hour later, when I became aware of Isabella's front. I looked up and there she was. She looked more indite and had obviously re-done her make-up. She looked positively stunning.

'' I 'm grim I slapped your nerve, '' 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 pass on me half, in approach. To see if my destiny has changed. ``

I thought about it, before shaking my head. It was n't in my stake to do that. I liked her better this way, broke and vulnerable. I shook my capitulum, 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 listen to the piffling head'I thought to myself.

I turned off my phone, then got up and guided her through to the response field. I got an forward motion in hard currency at the front desk, as they knew me, and got a key. Then, we were riding up in the rhytidoplasty in secrecy and looking for the way. It was 804, a top-house elbow room, oceanfront.

She walked ahead of me into the room and I could see she was really impressed with its richly criterion 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 door to the deck, looking out at the moon over the Gulf.

'' I 've never cheated on my hubby before, '' she suddenly confessed, with sting of guilt in her voice.

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

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

I let her consider 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 greens pantie. `` You like green, do n't you ? '' I said, with an evil-boy grin.

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

I made her stand with her branch apart and facing me, as I inspected what I had purchased for the even. She had gorgeous legs and I concentrated on these, at foremost, 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 the Catholic had that olive complexion, her pubic pilus was a sweet small shore strip, and her areolas were declamatory, and really dark. She was finish with almond-sized teat, and my mouth watered. On her own accordance, she undressed me, seeming to pause around my fit chest, running her fingers thru my dresser hair's-breadth 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 knees foster apart and leaned in between to lick her pussy. She was already quite wet, which was swell, but again, I wanted my money's Charles Frederick Worth, and so I began to function my glossa 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 take deterrent example from you, '' she said, and moaned louder.

I carried on, enjoying her slow writhing beneath me. I then used my finger's breadth to push inside her vagina. Her moans increased to a yip, and now she was panting too. Isabella got a real good fingering, until I felt her juice start to quench around my finger. I said"come on Isabella…"and as I began pumping her vagina with two finger's breadth I held her clit in my lips, and tickled it with my glossa. 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 climax. Her pipe echoed around the heavy room, her snatch clutching my fingerbreadth for a full5 indorsement 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 square cock, one that did n't belong to to her husband, slither inside her. She turned her head away, her face red and grimaced, then began to wait from side to side, as I began to mercilessly Ezra Loomis 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 began to push back subconsciously, and in a few instant we were fucking frantically. She had lost all her prohibition. Isabella was caught in the moment and her hips were tightening. She was taking all I had to give, and I was giving it laborious, so I added a grind to my stokes, and I felt her shudder beneath me as another lowly orgasm overtook her, her twat squeezing my hammer as she had my fingers

I wasn't too far away myself, but I di not have a condom. The intuitive feeling of Isabella spasming while she came on my dick like that, plus the facial expression of sexual defeat on her face was too much. My CVA were shortening. I was on top, and I whipped out, and got my second surprise when Isabella reached down and gave my hawkshaw 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 abdomen. My play to rut my eyebrow as I grunted loudly. Isabella gave it respective more heart. Rubbing her quarter round over the capitulum, as she milked the stopping point of me onto her aphrodisiacal brown breadbasket, and then rubbed it in.

We lay there for a bit, then Queen Isabella got up & brush up herself in the bathroom. Another surprisal as she obediently came back with a warm wet washcloth and cleaned my dick and ball. I then followed and talked to her as she had her shower. We got onto her pet field, gambling. She loved talking about it, forgetting for a while, all the heavy release that brought her here.

'' Does your husband sleep together ? '' 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,"Isabella admitted"I'm on the pill."

She dried herself and came out of the can, still naked. It was just the way I wanted her, as I feasted my eyes on her lovely 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 foot track, I had her grasp it as she understood and bend over.

Her pegleg straightened this way pushed her ass up and boy, was it a plenty. One day, if I got the luck, I would love to spank that pert arse. 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 inquire. Also, Queen Isabella had almost naturally obeyed me at every step of the way, just like a good girl should. So I decided to test something.

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

THAT made my pecker fully hard again, and it was fourth dimension to put it to good use. I pu-uu-shed into her pussy from nates, going all way in heterosexual away., grabbing her articulatio coxae and pulling her onto me, her ass against my stomach. And there was that delightful little shriek again, as I impaled her with my grueling dick's entire length. I held her there, letting her know who owned that pussy. 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 nada quite like a bound submissive to bring out the beast in me. And, I kept it going for a long prison term. I rolled my pelvic girdle and depart my pace, I wanted this one to terminal, and Isabella was groaning and yelping and whimpering, especially as I would slow, hold, then ram into her, cull up the rate for a bit, then do it again.

Then, as before, I felt her starting to thrust back at me in encouragement. This was a noblewoman who liked shag and her eubstance wanted it desperately, I could differentiate. So, I held nothing back and pounded her relentlessly. As I did so, I reached forward and cupped her suspension breasts. They were to a greater extent than a handful for me as I squeezed and enjoyed them, being sure to pinch and tug her mamilla, much to her delight. I switched it up a bit, grabbing a handful of whisker, and pulled it. It made Isabella cry out, asking for more.

I felt myself going over the edge. I gave her another couple of hard stab and proceeded to floor everything I had into her, slowing my pumps and milking my dick dry. She shuddered and cried out in a long 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 beverage of water. I then untied her, and offered her some. Taking my hand, Isabella led me into the rain 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 tired and dropped off to sleep alongside each other on the bed. We must consume slept deeply, because, the succeeding thing, her phone consternation woke us up at 6.30 a.m. We had managed about 4 hr sleep at nigh. Isabella mumbled something about an early start at her restaurant.

Isabella had started to jiggle free, but I pulled her back in to the spooning position, and slid my dick between the top of her legs. She responded, licking her finger's breadth as she rubbed herself. Keeping her held like that I continued to labour my rose hip for a moment, then, as I shifted back, Isabella groaned as I pushed inside her again. I held that for a second, as she was not as wet as the dark 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 take a crap sure I left her wanting, and of course to get my money's Charles Frederick Worth, so smoothly, yet with power I rolled Isabella onto her abdomen. Her genu together, I mounted her flattened consistence. Grabbing her biceps just above the elbow, I held her pin down as I began to shamelessly, ruthlessly driving force into her, power-pounding her slit 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 care it

After a few transactions of this, Isabella I's soundbox tightened, and she screamed out a wail that sounded like I was killing her as the kick of an climax caused her to sway and slash even Sir Thomas More than the night before. The twerking on my dick pushed me over the edge, and I again dumped my full load inside her, not releasing her & rolling off until my gumshoe 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 make full your losses, somehow, before he finds out ? ``

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

"well that's More than a third. We can stay this agreement for the balance, why opportunity it on the board here ? They're stacked against you, you know."

"won't be well-heeled to excuse 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 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 self assurance had returned.

Isabella I walked ahead of me down the corridor and that wonderful sexy manner of walking 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 get seat of an old Toyota. I have to allow in, my pall dick twitched as I waved her goodbye.

***

It had been various weeks since I"ran Isabella's tabular array"at the Casino. I was at rest home on the upper verandah of my base, alternately pecking away at authority body of work on the laptop, and taking in the gorgeous view of the gulf of United Mexican States on a all right free fall Fri, when my telephone set rang. It was the routine for the St. Georgian Group security at the master entryway gate of the biotic community."Yes"? I asked."Mr. Roberts ? This is David at the forepart gate. There's an Isabella I Guerra here, says she wasn't expected but that you know her."“ Yes Jacques Louis David"I replied, please throw 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 straw man door, I say a dust-covered Toyota pulling in to the parkway. Isabella smiled as she got out. She was carrying the little shirt she must cause had on at the logic gate, but now she was wearing a very skimpy two-piece ‘ Going to be a interfering time indeed.'I said aloud .