Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

Isabella shivered as Jeremy ran a hand down over her thighs. She was nude, spread wide before him, but he was still fully clothed. His gaze blazed a trail of heat through her as he admired her. As if she were a breathtaking sight down there. And the lights were still on…

“Fuck, baby. You’ve got me so sensitive. I’m half hard again.” Gently, Mateo pushed her back and pulled her up onto her feet. Swiping a thumb over Isabella’s chin and the corner of her mouth to catch his spilt cum. He pushed his thumb inside Isabella’s mouth and she sucked it greedily. His dick jerked and he groaned. “You like the way I taste, baby?” She nodded, swiping her tongue over the pad of his thumb before he could pull it free. He kicked his pants away, got rid of his shoes and socks. “Take that pretty dress off, Isabella. I want to see you naked.” He stood a foot and a half over her. She was short but round and curvy everywhere a woman should be.

"Maybe this will jog your memory." She typed on her screen before turning the screen towards us. The video was grainy, suggesting it was shot in low light. But there was no mistaking what it showed. Me… on top of Elise… my hips moving and my head buried in her neck. My bare ass was even exposed to the camera. The room spun. Isabella made a sound, something that sounded like a small, broken gasp. I turned to see her sway, her hand reaching for the back of the couch before her legs gave out. She collapsed onto the cushions, her face ashen with her eyes fixed on the screen.

My cock had been hard for hours just thinking about it. When I stepped into the gym and locked the door, Isabella was already waiting. She wore a short silk robe that barely reached mid-thigh. The moment the lock clicked, she let the robe fall open, revealing her completely naked body underneath. Her full breasts, toned waist, and smooth, glistening pussy were on full display. “Lock it again,” she said softly, her voice already husky. “Tonight, there are no interruptions. No holding back.” I turned the lock and walked toward her. She met me halfway, pressing her bare body against mine. Her hard nipples brushed my chest as she kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding against mine with slow hunger

"A year later… I found it. The footage he hid. I found him in the guest wing. In bed. With my aunt." "You were so eager to fuck her," Isabella spat the word. "that you didn't hear your own daughter dying down the hall." "That is a lie!" Mateo roared, standing up. He reached for the camera. "Turn it off! Turn it off now!" "I am not finished!" Isabella shouted, standing up to meet him. "Sit down, Mateo! I am not finished!" Mateo hesitated. He looked at the camera, realizing that millions of people were watching him attack his 'traumatized' wife. He sank back down, looking like a cornered rat.

And I don’t even know where she is. I clicked on the video. The screen lit up with her face. She was sitting in an open field, flowers stretching endlessly around her. The sunlight kissed her blonde skin softly, making her glow in a way that hurt to look at. Her hazel eyes carried golden hums under the light. God. She looked peaceful. Too peaceful. “Hi, I’m Isabelle Blake and I’m not missing.” Her voice was steady. Calm. Each word felt like a quiet blade sliding under my ribs.

She’d drop to her knees, pull out his morning wood, and slobber all over his thick cock like a desperate whore gagging herself deep while her wedding ring glinted on her finger wrapped around his shaft. “Such a good stepmom,” Noah would groan, holding her raven hair and fucking her throat until tears ran down her cheeks. In the afternoons, they grew bolder. One day by the pool, Isabella wore the tiny red bikini again. Noah dragged her behind the cabana, bent her over, yanked the thong aside and pounded her dripping pussy in broad daylight while the gardener worked barely fifty yards away. Every hard thrust made her heavy tits bounce out of the top. She had to bite her own arm to stay quiet w

Isabella shook as the lady undressed her, fearing that if she defied her, it would cost her life, and she would never see her fated mate, Beta Tyde, again. She used one of her hands to hide her breast while the other hid her lady part as she now stood clothless. The lady smiled at her behaviour and then instructed her to get into the bathtub. Finishing her ablution, a white towel was held before Isabella, to get out of the bathtub. The lady wraps the towel around her wet body to dry herself. Isabella held the towel so it would not fall from her body. She was now saturated with the sweet citrus fragrance. "I can help myself," Isabella said as the lady was helping her into a rope.

I still felt disgusting though, having not bathed in what felt like days, and wearing the same clothing I arrived in. “Oh, good, you’re awake,” Isabelle said from the doorway, peering down at me through the metal bars, a glimmer of humor in her eyes. “That was quite an ugly sight. Should have seen you flailing around on the ground… desperate for air.” She let out an ugly cackle, reminding me of a witch. I clenched my fists, and my lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, wait… I have the video for memory. I could just show you,” she laughed as she pulled out her phone and brought up the footage of me being force-fed.

Their arms were all over each other, and Chris lifted Isabella up, stark naked, and laid her on the bed with him on top. Isabella bit her lower lip and said, her eyes almost wide with desire, "Babe, I’m wet. I need you inside me right now!"