Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

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!"

He had chosen his two offerings carefully. Isabela, 29, a fiery local Carnival dancer with golden-brown skin, long dark curls, and a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts, narrow waist, and a round, juicy ass. And Camila, 24, her younger cousin — petite, smooth-skinned, with perky breasts and a tight, innocent-looking body that hid a very dirty mind.

The pack member ran into the room, gasping for air and staring blankly. "Hi Rhys! Hahahaha! You need to check something out. What does that look like? Call me Isabelle. My heart stopped. “It's Isabelle? Okay, now what?” I ran after Rhys, and Axel was right behind him. Rhys's face turned pale, and he checked me out with worry. Beyond the camp, things were a mess. A small group of fighters were talking quietly to each other in the woods. As Rhys pushed his way through the crowd, I followed closely, scared to death. The moment we reached the centre of the circle, I let out a gasp. Isabelle was stood at the edge of the bush. Her clothes were bloody and torn.

I didn't want to intrude on her private moment, but I had to make sure she was safe. As I entered the bathroom, I saw Isabella locked in a stall, her eyes closed in a moment of intimate pleasure. Isabella sat on the toilet, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her black lace thong exposed. She reached down and spread her lips open, revealing her firm and fleshy labia And she guided her large, purple silicone dildo inside herself, slowly starting to pump it in and out. Her breath grew heavier, her imagination ran wild as she fantasized about being fucked by a real man.

Isabella looked at Amber. “No, I can do this. I’m just nervous. What if I see one of them naked or something?” Isabella giggled. “Enjoy the free show.” “I guess so.”

Left the door open. Atlas hesitated. Then moved closer. Not entering. But watching from the doorway. The girl stood in the bathroom. Staring at the shower. "Undress," Isabella said. The girl pulled off the shirt Atlas had dressed her in last night. The pants. The underwear. Stood there. Naked. Scars visible in the fluorescent light. Isabella turned on the shower. Adjusted the temperature. "In." The girl stepped into the shower. Stood under the spray. Unmoving.

It’s hard not to grab her ass and squeeze. My mum hides a smile and she nudges her husband to let me be. They hurry out of the house while their assistants stride behind. A nasty smirk kisses my lips. I flip the small fancy card in admiration. It’s in shades of black for the hollow night and red for danger… a coded strip tease is written beneath. It’ll be as hot as my other night parties except that I have plans for every fucking lady… Especially Isla Campbell. Orange hair like a damn goddess, freckles of fire, her lips… Hmm.

"Rita! Rita! Please help me here!" "Yes madam", Rita rushed to her room when suddenly a man stopped her. "You can go now, Rita. I'll help her". Rita was surprised to see Carter but she obeyed his order. Carter started packing up for Isabella while she was still bathing. When Isabella walk out of the bathroom her wet hair was still dripping but her body was just covered with a towel and her figure can be seen through it. She was shocked when she saw Carter sitting on her bed. But she forgot that she just went out of the bathroom and still wearing anything under that towel and kept on talking with Cartner who seems to be very aroused by what he is seeing.

My heart jumped when I saw Isabella’s name. I opened the messages. First came the pictures. Holy fuck. She was completely naked in her bathroom mirror. Her tits looked full and heavy, nipples hard and dark. Another one showed her ass pushed out, round and perfect. Then one with her legs spread, showing her smooth, wet pussy. My cock instantly started getting hard. I zoomed in on every picture, staring at her body like a man possessed. Then I opened the video.