Isabelle Clarke Nude Novels & Stories

Like I was the one interrupting something important. I looked pass him at the lady he was in bed with. My baby sister, twenty two year old Isabelle with her perfect blonde hair and perfect body, didn’t even bother to cover herself. She sat up slowly, deliberately, letting the sheet fall away from her bare breasts. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face. That smile destroyed something in me. “You’re home early,” Marcus said, climbing off Isabelle, with the casual indifference of someone who’d been caught eating the last slice of cake, not destroying his marriage.

As soon as my vision sharpened, the screen flickered then played, and I saw everything. It showed Clarissa first. Her face streaked with tears, her body twisting violently as she tore herself free of Bruce. Her terror was raw and unfiltered, reaching into me like a hook. The scene cut sharply, almost gleefully, to another angle. Isabella came on the screen now, small and terrified, being yanked into a corner of chaos she had never deserved to be anywhere near. Someone’s hands were wrapped around her arm too tightly. She cried out, but the sound was swallowed by gunfire in the distance.

I pushed it open. Isabella was waiting. She sat on the edge of her father’s massive mahogany desk wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong and one of her father’s expensive suit jackets…unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal her perfect naked body underneath. Her full breasts were on full display, nipples hard. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder. The desk was covered with framed family photos, business awards, and a large nameplate that read “Richard Voss – Owner.” The taboo of it hit me like a drug.

I wanted him so bad. IBut then, as I got closer to the office, I heard sounds. I couldn't place the sounds; the door was closed, so the sound were to low to place, but when I got closer, I saw it all through the glass door. A mix of two different shades of black hair. Isis was naked, save for her heels, just like the one I wore, she was against the wall as Damen fucked her raw. Her mouth parted open as he pushed into her. Rough, just the way he likes to have sex.

Each button I popped open felt like a silent challenge, as I bared more skin to her. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to undress,” Isabelle teased, twirling her paintbrush between her fingers, her eyes raking over my exposed skin with a glint. Her voice was dripping with amusement, her smirk growing wider as she watched him struggle. I paused, his jaw tightening. “Is this necessary, Princess?” I asked, “Do you really want me to pose for you…nude.” She shrugged, her tone light as she replied, “Of course. It’s just art Kael—don’t overthink it.”

"We'll see whether you still have the guts to covet him after your nude photos go viral online." Isabelle then stood up and raised her phone in the air, her face turning grim and fierce. "Alright, now off with her clothes!" The men around her immediately turned their grimy claws on me, doing their best to tear my clothes off. "Damn, she looks fine as hell." "You can do whatever you guys want with her once you've gotten her clothes off!" I was shrouded in fear. I clutched the edges of my collar while shaking hard as tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes.

Satisfied, she slipped into a quiet corner near a shelf and then pressed the phone to her ear after tapping the answer button. Clarissa’s urgent voice came next before Isabella could even greet her. “Leave the country. Now.” Isabella’s confused brows pinched together, her mouth twitching into a bewildered shape, She opened her lips, but the question never made it out before Clarissa’s voice came again to give the follow up explanation, an explanation that immediately filled up her bladders with hot excess urine, “Our cover is a blown girl. I just ran into Isla at the police station. You won't believe that bitch filed a report….and she turned in Damien’s dashcam.”

Okay hold up", Isabella turned the front-view of the phone camera and placed it on the bed so he could stare at the blank screen while waiting. She pulled down her skirt and her underwear then relaxed back on the bed before grabbing her phone again. "Finally it's about time", Isaiah said, he was already stark naked and she could clearly see his face and his cock standing upright against his flat stomach. He was hard and veiny and a bit long. "Are you ready to feel my cock inside you?", He asked and Isabella bit her lower lips as she watched him gripped his cock tightly in his hand. "Yes...", She responded. "Now let me see your pussy", Isaiah demanded and slowly, Isabella lifted her leg and p

But his head came back up from the almost impossible angle that it had been placed in, now minus the hood that he had worn moments before. He was completely bald but Isabelle did not even notice this. The things that struck her were his eyes. Even now she would have trouble describing them to anyone, despite the fact that she had thought of not much else, but at that point so many thoughts had come into her head to describe those eyes, all of them now gone. The unmasked man licked his lips and sneered at her horribly as he pushed a wet handkerchief into her face. For a brief moment she could concentrate on nothing more than a very strong smell, which was almost like bleach.

The moon goddess had to be awarded for taking her time in creating Isabelle, giving her everything in the right proportion. "Are you into women?" Isabelle asked, raising a brow. "No-o I'm not. It's just that I haven't se-seen a naked person before." Claire stuttered in embarrassment as she was caught staring. "You better get used to it." At that moment, Claire remembered the reason she's there and the assignment given to her by Isabelle. She was in deep shit. She had no idea how Isabelle liked her bath. And she knew asking her is equivalent to matching her death.