I continue the tale of how I got involved in the amazing sexual exploits of Lupe, my uncle’s second wife when I stayed at their guesthouse on the Pacific coast of Colombia.I traveled to Colombia on my first paid photography assignment after graduating from university. I was staying in a small remote town, as my uncle had moved there from the UK many years ago, and had bought a guesthouse.My Uncle Gerry was almost sixty, and I was stunned on arrival at the guesthouse to meet his wife Lupe, who was in her mid-thirties. She was gorgeous, with an incredible busty, curvy figure. For a young twenty-three-year-old guy like myself, I considered her the best MILF I had ever seen.On my first full day there, I caught Lupe having sex with one of the other guests. She had certainly been enjoying herself and had also worked out that I had been spying on her. Lupe later explained that my uncle’s financial situation was dire and that she had made a financial agreement with the only two other guests. Lupe would sleep with them twice a week for an increase in the rent.Lupe had then asked if I wanted to make a similar arrangement with her, which I absolutely did. Of course, these arrangements had to be kept secret from my uncle. Since then, I had already enjoyed sex with Lupe on numerous occasions.But then I spied on one of the guests with a different woman, Lupe’s friend Izzy. It later became clear that Izzy also ran a guesthouse on the other side of town, and that once-a-month Lupe and Izzy swapped over, and ‘serviced’ each other’s guests.Izzy, a gorgeous blonde Latina busty MILF, had visited me in my room on a couple of occasions to service me since. I had even spied on Izzy and Lupe as they together had entertained six young men at the same time during an epic gangbang session.Just recently I had been in bed with Lupe, and she had told me about numerous sexual adventures she had participated in when she was younger. Not to be outdone by her friend, the next time I was with Izzy, she had also begun to tell me about naughty escapades from her youth…I was in bed with Izzy in one of the empty rooms in her guesthouse and already had enjoyed a first bout of frantic sex with her earlier. She had then begun giving me an oily massage as I lay on my front, and recounted tales from her youth. I had already heard about her working as a ‘bottle-girl’ at a nightclub in Cali, and then as a stripper at a strip club in Bogota.But that had ended badly when she was caught getting spit-roasted by a local singer and his friend up in one of the VIP rooms when she was supposed to be just giving a lap dance.Izzy continued the tale, telling me that after Bogota, she had briefly moved back to Cali and worked in a retail store for a month or so. But she was just biding her time, checking the job market in the national newspapers, looking for a new adventure. It was not long before she felt she had found it.She successfully applied for a job up north on Colombia’s Caribbean coast, at a high-end beach resort near the city of Cartagena. Izzy fancied a change of scenery, and the beaches and ocean seemed very appealing.Izzy’s job title at the resort was ‘guest liaison officer’. For a few weeks, she learned the ropes by shadowing the current liaison officer, Mandy. The job wasn’t too difficult. It meant keeping the paying guests happy, smoothing over any issues the guests might be unhappy with, and generally arranging anything they required.Mandy was heavily pregnant, and Izzy was there to replace her when her maternity leave started. Izzy’s salary wasn’t great, but she soon learned from Mandy that good commissions could be earned if she could convince guests to upgrade their rooms to more expensive suites.Mandy showed Izzy how to chat with guests at the breakfast bar, or around the pool, get to know them, and generally be friendly. Mandy would often subtly bring up the fact there were bigger, more luxurious suites available, and offer to show guests around one, to see if they were interested in upgrading.If she felt it necessary, Mandy would offer the guest a big discount on the first night in one of the suites if they wanted to move rooms. If guests decided to upgrade, Mandy would receive a nice commission. But if she had to offer the discount on the first night, her commission was reduced.After almost a month of working at the resort, Mandy left to have her baby, and Izzy took over properly. She had her own tiny little office behind the reception desk. She answered only to the resort manager.Izzy enjoyed the freedom of not having any specific tasks to do, other than chatting with guests, and ‘spreading smiles’ as she called it. If the guest had any problems with the resort or their room, Izzy would immediately call maintenance, housekeeping, or other relevant departments to have the issue fixed as quickly as possible.If the guest needed anything out of the ordinary, Izzy would be there to organize it. For example, if a married couple was celebrating an anniversary, Izzy would organize a special candlelight dinner on the beach with amazing food and wines, and perhaps a small band to play music for them so they could dance the night away. If families had a birthday for one of their children, Izzy would organize a party with balloons, cake, and entertainment for the kids. Of course, the resort charged the guest extra for these services.However, these types of duties were part of her job, and Izzy received no commission for organizing these events.Where Izzy could make extra money was by selling guests on upgrading their standard rooms to the more expensive suites. For the first few weeks, Izzy tried her best to convince various guests of the benefits of the larger, more luxurious suites, in the manner Mandy had taught her. But she had little success.For one thing, the economy was not so good at that time. Also, even though wealthy people frequently visited the resort, Izzy felt the suites were really overpriced. Therefore, even though guests liked the suites when Izzy showed them around when she had to tell them the cost, most guests declined to upgrade.Izzy occasionally convinced some to upgrade, but always with a big discount on the first night, meaning her commission was not very much. Izzy spoke to the manager about the pricing of the suites, asking if he might at least have a trial to lower the cost for a month and see how they did. But the manager disagreed, stating the owners were trying to build a brand of exclusivity to the resort, and discounting their prices went completely against that.After a few more weeks, Izzy began kocaeli escort to formulate a plan on how she might sell room upgrades to guests, without giving them the first-night discount, and therefore maximizing her commission. She scoped out all the types of guests the resort had. After consideration, she decided she was going to target a certain type of guest at the resort, single men.The resort was just outside Cartagena, which had a very lively nightlife scene. Wealthy single men from all over Columbia, Venezuela, and other surrounding countries came to Cartagena to sample that nightlife. They would even have visitors from America and Europe too. Some of these men would end up staying at the resort Izzy worked at.Sometimes they were single travelers. Others were traveling with one or two friends. Other times they were larger parties of six, seven, or even more guys. These larger groups were usually on a stag weekend for one of the guys who was soon to be married, or perhaps one of the men was celebrating a big birthday and turning forty, fifty, or even sixty on one occasion.There were also the single business travelers, who had meetings in the heart of Cartagena during the week but fancied staying just outside the busy, jam-packed streets of the city, and out by the palm-tree-lined beaches.These types of men probably only accounted for at best ten percent of the resort’s guests, often less than that at times. But Izzy decided they were a good target. These men were obviously fairly wealthy, otherwise, they wouldn’t be staying at this high-end resort in the first place.A pretty young woman could often convince a man to do many things. But Izzy wasn’t going to be able to do that with his wife or kids standing next to him. No, she had targeted the single male business traveler, and the single males here to visit Cartagena’s nightlife party scene.Izzy noticed these guys were usually nowhere to be seen in the mornings. Presumably, those here to party had been out drinking in the bars and nightclubs in Cartagena the night before and were sleeping it off in their rooms. Those here for business had left the resort to attend meetings in the city center.These men began to surface around early afternoon and usually congregated around one specific area, the pool. The resort actually had three pool areas, but one was for kids, and the other for more serious swimmers.But the third pool area had a pool bar, where guests could swim up and sit in a seat fixed under the water. They could then sit with the lower part of their body in the cool water, and order drinks and even food from the barman, who was in the dry on the other side of the bar.This third pool area also had a hot tub and a cooling plunge pool. It even had a ‘grotto pool area’, where you swam across from the pool bar and through a waterfall into a little cave that had been cut into the cliff overlooking the resort. It was a private little area where you could sit, listen to the waterfall, and relax.This third pool was where Izzy’s targets seemed to go to spend their afternoons. They sat at the pool bar, cooling off from the hot sun, and enjoying delicious cocktails. If it was one or two of them, it was usually a fairly quiet scene. If there were a large group of them together, sometimes it was a bit rowdier.In the late afternoon or early evening, those that were here on business and had been in the city center for the day would often appear here too.As none of her targets were around in the morning, Izzy got her normal duties done then. She would be found wandering around, chatting with the other couples and families that the resort was popular with, making sure everyone was happy, and organizing any upcoming special events. During this morning period of her workday, Izzy wore a smart business-like black pinstriped skirt and a white blouse. The only thing she carried around with her was her clipboard which she used to note anything she might need to.At lunchtime, she would head back to the office suite behind the reception desk. She would update the manager on anything he might need to know about. She would eat her lunch in her tiny little office, and then catch up on any paperwork that needed seeing to.Then around 2 pm, Izzy would get changed in her office. Off came the business outfit, and was replaced by something far less business-like. Sometimes she changed into tiny little jean short cut-offs that barely covered her ass and a tight little boob-tube top. Other times it was just a skimpy little bikini, whatever took her fancy that day.Izzy would then head over to the pool bar first and see who was around. She would immediately start chatting with any single males, whether they were alone or in a group. Her job description of ‘spreading smiles’ certainly worked here. Any guy here was very happy to see such a gorgeous, young, busty blonde, with her perfect ass on display, and her huge tits almost falling out of whatever top she was wearing.Sometimes she would wade into the water and sit beside them at the pool bar. It didn’t take long before one or more guys were buying her expensive drinks, and she was the center of attention.Izzy would also go behind the bar and serve drinks to the guys. All the spirit bottles were up on a high shelf, behind the bar, meaning she had to face away from the guys at the bar, stand up on a step, and bend to reach the bottles. It meant all the guys at the bar got a real good look at that peach of an ass as she stretched for the bottle. In fact, there was a mirror behind all the bottles on the shelf, so Izzy could see which guy was taking the most interest in her ass as she flaunted it.Izzy would then lean over to serve the drinks and chat and joke with the guys on the wet side of the bar. It meant the guy could see right down her huge cleavage, as Izzy chatted away, and had the guy drooling in no time. Izzy would never acknowledge that the guys were checking out her tits and ass, she played it all very innocently, smiling sweetly. Only if a guy mentioned something about her incredibly sexy body, would she react, feigning surprise, giggling, and lightly slapping him on the arm to punish him.Izzy would occasionally wear a super-tight, and very thin, white T-shirt, with no bra on underneath. She would wade into the pool and sit at the pool bar with some guys. Some excuse would be found to splash Izzy, and her T-shirt became see-through, her huge boobs visible to all. After that, the guys ensured her T-shirt did not dry out in the blazing sun, occasionally splashing her now and again to guarantee the titty kocaeli escort bayan show continued, as Izzy would just giggle and pretend it was all innocent fun.All these ploys and tricks made sure Izzy had all the guys’ attention. So when she finally narrowed her target to one single guy and asked if he was interested in going with her to view one of the larger, more luxurious suites, they often agreed.Izzy would then escort the guy away from the pool, and up to the nearest golf buggy, and would drive him over to one of the suites on the other side of the resort. Izzy would then show him around the suite, always making sure to bend right over to show the guest the button for how this or that worked. It meant the guy got another good long look at Izzy’s ass and this time in private.After showing the guy all the facilities and features the suite had, she would sit him down on the sofa in the living area. Izzy would tell him the cost to upgrade from his standard room to this suite.But before the guy could balk at the cost, Izzy took his hand, placed it upturned in his lap, and then sat right on his hand. Izzy would grin, as the guy realized he had a hand full of Izzy’s ass. Only a tiny pair of jean shorts, or skimpy bikini briefs, stood between him and pussy heaven. Izzy then leaned in and whispered in his ear, being upfront with him, and explaining she got a commission if he upgraded his room, and that she really needed the money.“I’d be very, very grateful,” Izzy would whisper in their ear, letting her hands fall to brush against the guy’s stiffening cock in his shorts.Guys couldn’t get their credit cards out of their wallets fast enough. Izzy had left it deliberately vague what she was offering, just in case anyone got offended, but that literally never happened.Izzy would stay sat on their lap, as she reached for the phone at the side of the sofa, and called the front desk. She would then give the receptionist the guest’s details, the new suite number they would be moving to, and his credit card number. As she waited for the receptionist to charge the guest’s card, Izzy would smile, and remove her top.I wondered how many times the receptionist heard the words “Oh my god!” down the telephone line when Izzy was doing one of her suite upgrades, as the guest took in the sight of Izzy’s incredible, huge tits. Once the charge was completed, Izzy hung up the phone and allowed the guy to fondle her boobs, and bury his face in between them, if he had not already done so.Now the charge had been taken, and the guest couldn’t go back on their decision to upgrade, Izzy’s commission was assured. As Izzy never offered any discount on the room upgrade, she would receive her full commission.Izzy would now help the guest undress until he was sat naked on the sofa. She then got down on her knees on the thick rug, parted the guy’s thighs to shuffle in closer, and began sucking his throbbing hard cock.Izzy made it last as long as she was able to. The guest might be staying here a few more days, or even a couple more weeks, but this would be the only time she was going to service him. So she wanted the guy to feel like he’d really got his money’s worth. She wasn’t going to just make him come as quickly as possible, as that wasn’t fair, and if the guy felt cheated in some fashion, he might even complain to the manager, and that situation Izzy had to avoid at all costs.So Izzy started slowly, teasing him, licking his head and shaft, kissing his balls. Eventually, she would suck him, but slowly, sensually. She would stop now and again to suck on his balls or let him suck on her tits again. Then she would return to sucking him, slowly building up the rhythm each time.She allowed the guy to grope her tits as she sucked him, or slap her ass. But her panties stayed on. If the guy began fumbling, trying to remove them, she would shake her head, and move his hands back to her tits. In this way, she made it clear to the guy he was only going to get a topless blowjob.It would depend on the guy of course, but Izzy could make this last for quite a while. But eventually, every guy reached his limit, and he would begin moaning and groaning as he got closer and closer. Izzy would tell the guy he could finish wherever he wanted, in her mouth, on her tits, or all over her face. She wanted to make it special for the guy, as this was a one-time deal, and again Izzy didn’t want the guy to feel like he hadn’t got his money’s worth, as these suite upgrades were really quite expensive.I asked Izzy what guys usually chose.“All over my face mostly,” Izzy giggled, “I mean, that’s most guy’s fantasy, isn’t it?”I nodded in agreement.Izzy said she had targeted single male guys. She told me what she actually meant by that was they were traveling by themselves or with other male friends or colleagues. But of course, some of these men weren’t actually single. Some were married.Izzy told me she got a real thrill when she looked up from sucking a guy’s dick and stare at the wedding band on his finger. She loved concentrating on that ring as the guy’s groans became louder. She adored thinking about his wife, back at their home somewhere in the world, oblivious to the fact her husband’s semen was now filling Izzy’s mouth, or splashing across Izzy’s face or tits. Izzy got excited thinking about the guy going home to his woman, having to keep it a secret for the rest of his life that while he was away in Cartagena he had enjoyed some busty blonde young tart sucking his cock.Izzy said this ploy of hers to target the single men at the resort began to pay dividends immediately. Arriving at the pool bar in the afternoons in some skimpy, revealing outfit always ensured she got attention from any man present. Izzy just needed practice in singling out which particular guy was the right one to choose to offer a tour of one of the available suites.Sometimes she got it wrong, and when asked the guy was too shy, or seemed to believe Izzy was trying to con him or take advantage of him in some fashion. Sometimes the guy she chose wanted to bring his friends along, which didn’t work for Izzy, as she needed to be alone with the guy for what she had planned.But more times than not, she chose correctly, luring the guy back for a tour of an available suite, making her offer, securing payment for the upgrade, and then performing a topless blowjob. It meant over the next month or so, Izzy’s bank balance increased significantly with several big commissions. She became a very busy girl, and at least four or five times a week Izzy found herself on her knees sucking izmit escort cock and taking a hot messy facial, or a hot load down her throat or over her tits.The resort manager, Elonzo, was happy too, as his occupancy rate with his expensive suites had gone up. Elonzo wasn’t stupid though, he would see Izzy out by the pool in the afternoons in some skimpy outfit, and wave at her. He once spoke with her about it, saying he knew she was using her ‘womanly ways’ to charm these men into upgrading their rooms, and as long as that was all she was doing he didn’t see any harm in it. Elonzo was happy, as more money was coming into the resort, and that made his bosses, the owners, happy.But of course, Izzy was doing more than using her charm to convince these men to upgrade. She had to be careful no one found out what she was up to.An issue Izzy found she began to have, was with groups of single men. Izzy would eventually target one particular man, take him for a tour of the suite rooms, offer her deal, and blow him. But Izzy would then find the next day one of the other guys in the same group pestering her for a tour of one of the remaining suites. It was obvious the first guy had spoken with his friends about what had occurred the day before.Initially, Izzy would happily take the friend off to another suite, and blow him too, after all, it was another commission in the bank for her. But Izzy soon realized these guys were talking openly amongst themselves about what Izzy was willing to do. Chatting in their rooms about her was one thing, but what if they were chatting in the restaurant about her, and a waitress overheard them? What if a guy at the pool bar was giving a blow-by-blow account of her performance the day before to his friends, and the barman could hear every word?Izzy realized continuing like this was going to see her getting found out pretty soon. So Izzy changed her targets.She began ignoring the single guys with no attachments. She also ignored the guys who claimed they had girlfriends or partners back home. Who knew if they really did have a girlfriend, and even if they did, how serious the relationship was?No, Izzy decided to concentrate on those men who wore wedding rings on their fingers. The ring showed they were definitely married, and that they had something to lose if it came out what they had been up to with Izzy. Married men who cheated on their wives knew how to be discreet, how to keep a secret and the importance of doing so.It meant the number of men that Izzy could target was reduced quite significantly. Izzy began greeting all guests at their initial check-in at the reception desk. She would chat with any guys and soon find out their deal. Any single man she would discard from the list in her head. Any married men who happened to be traveling without their wives, either by themselves for business, or away with their male friends for a vacation, or stag party would go to the top of her list.At the reception, she would always be dressed in her business-like outfit. But she would use the standard things women use on men to make an impression. She would smile, use lots of eye contact, and repeatedly put her hand on their arm as she chatted with them.Then perhaps the next day Izzy would see the married man in the pool bar, and shortly after she would arrive in a bikini or similar revealing outfit, and try to speak with them alone. If they were traveling by themselves, this was fairly easy, and she would sit at the bar and chat away.If they were with a group of friends, it was a little more difficult. Izzy would initially chat with and entertain the group. But after a while, she would concentrate her attention on her intended target, only chatting with him, and slowly break away from the main group to sit at the other end of the long pool bar.It wouldn’t take Izzy long before she had convinced the married man to follow her up for a tour of one of the available suites. Nature then quickly took its course, and the married man’s hands would soon be all over Izzy’s young firm tits, her mouth would be filled with hard, throbbing married cock, and eventually, Izzy’s face would be plastered in spunk.This new plan worked wonders. Izzy noticed she no longer got asked for tours by friends of any of the married men she had entertained, as presumably, they were keeping it a secret. These men didn’t want their friends to let something slip once they got back home and their wives to find out what they had been up to in Cartagena.Sometimes after entertaining one married man from a group of friends and securing her upgrade commission, on another day Izzy would entertain another married man from the same group. Again, she still had no problems, as she would often swing by and briefly chat with the group of guys if she saw them around the resort. There were no saucy comments or requests for tours from other guys, so it seemed to Izzy these married men really knew how to be discreet.But Izzy found for the next two months, her commissions reduced significantly from that first month when she had been such a busy girl. There just weren’t that many married men travelling without their wives staying at the resort, compared to all the single guys. It was certainly safer this way, but far less profitable.When she had targeted the single guys, Izzy had been on her knees sucking cock at least four or five times a week, sometimes every day. But now she was only going after married men, Izzy was earning a commission perhaps once a week, occasionally twice. Izzy was still having fun but wasn’t earning the kind of money she had become used to when working at the strip club back in Cali. That had become her aim, to earn a similar kind of amount she had enjoyed in her previous job.Another thing Izzy was missing was sex. She enjoyed sucking off these married men, but what she really wanted to do now was go to bed with them, and enjoy a nice, good long hard fuck. But that was far too much risk. A ten or fifteen-minute blowjob was possible but much longer than that, and housekeeping, maintenance, or who knows who could come by the supposedly vacant suite for various reasons.Izzy wanted to relax and enjoy herself with these married men in bed, and not be nervously thinking about if someone was going to come by and discover them. But she couldn’t figure out a way to achieve this with the current setup of her scheme. She could have just arranged to meet these married men in their rooms at a later time, but not being visible and out with customers around the resort for an hour or so would also surely be noticed by management eventually. Izzy could return to the resort in the evening and spend the night with them in their rooms, but again it would be suspicious as to why she was on the premises long after her shift had finished.