Olivia Casta Sexy Novels & Stories

But, unfortunately, I’m really about to burst her bubble. I was still on the bed, half dressed, with just a pair of boxer. When I heard a knock at the door. Without checking the doorbell camera, I opened the door and saw in front of me Olivia! “ no way!!!” I said with my mouth wide open. Olivia appeared before me looking so beautiful, that i froze like someone who just saw a Medusa. Her appearance made it impossible to look away…Her hair was styled in a ponytail that rose into a doughnut bun at the back of her hair which makes her effortlessly beautiful. She wore a mini short gown that reveals her soft, balanced, thick and curvy body. I seductively scanned all over her body, thinking of how

The headlines alone were enough to spark curiosity. Was Olivia really juggling more than just Brandon and the other Harper brothers? When people clicked in, the revelations were jaw-dropping. Each post featured intimate photos and videos of Olivia with various men. While their faces were blurred, their body types, clothing styles, and haircuts made it clear these weren’t the same guy. The videos painted an even wilder picture of just how bold Olivia had been. In one, she was seen performing a striptease, ending up in nothing but a bikini.

“You’ve got talent, Olivia. I’ve seen you in drama club. You’re better than half the idiots who call themselves actors. Just do what I say. Cassie, start.” Cassie hesitated, glancing between us. “Evelyn, this could blow up in your face.” “It won’t,” I said, pressing harder on the gas. “Smith Studios wants someone unforgettable. Olivia’s going to get me that part.” Cassie sighed, pulling her kit closer. “Fine. Hold still, Olivia.” Olivia did as she was told. Her shoulders were tense. Cassie started working; foundation, contour, lashes, the whole thing. “Evelyn, you sure about this?” she asked while she worked.

She had a handful of girls who were tagged 'unbreedable,' made up of omega females, slaves, and refugees like me who were objects of the males' darkest fetishes. Madame's assistant, Olly, whom Olivia called Un Alphonse; the French word for a pimp, hated me so much after trying to force me to suck his sausage cock. The thick bastard with breasts bigger than females was a sadist. Olivia joked that he was castrated before puberty and I almost believed it because of his less bodily and facial hair, raging temper, and constant cussing. Madame on the other hand was patient, biding her time, and always begged Olly to give us some time to adjust.

Desmond asked as they walked into a large, beautifully furnished room. Olivia nodded, then sat at the edge of the bed. Desmond stood before her, caressing her cheek. "You're beautiful." He said. Olivia kissed him this time, pulling him onto her body. Desmond swiftly took off his shirt, then unzipped her dress, revealing her breasts. Olivia smiled shyly under his gaze. She had only ever had sex with Sebastian. Desmond took her nipple in his mouth, stroking it with his tongue, only stopping to stroke the other nipple.

After lunch, Olivia returned to her room, she sat on her bed touching her neck. She didn't know how to explain to Liam about this, but she couldn't help herself earlier. Flashback ON Olivia's body was lying on the bed, their lips didn't come off when Billy undressed Olivia's body. Billy had warned Olivia beforehand but as an Omega in heat, she couldn't hold herself back any longer. Moans began to be heard from Olivia's mouth, their bodies moved together, their hands entwined with sweat drenching their bodies.

Nicko said dismissively. Olivia, who always argue with Laura, certainly welcomed the director's orders happily. In her mind, this is a great chance to embarrass that arrogant secretary. Olivia's appearance is not as attractive as Laura's. Her body was very thin and flat, and her skin was very pale like a sick person. Moreover, rarely smiles on her face and she is not good at dressing up, nor does she understand fashion. Maybe that's what makes this thirty something years old woman never got any date.

What would be the harm in dressing for the boss? “We are going to be late!” Cassandra said irritably. “If she’s not down in another minute, we leave without her.” “Fine, just let me go see where she…” Emma trailed off as she looked toward the stairs. “Shit, if I was gay…” Cassandra turned and her mouth popped open. She could feel her brain leave her body as Olivia made her way down the stairs, one hand sliding along the rail, her eyes locked on Cassandra’s. She’d put her hair up, with loose strands hanging down strategically. She was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking, and Cass was not letting her out of the house for others so ogle looking like that. “No.”

“Don’t start with the I’m tired shit. Sit down. Spill. Right. Now.” Olivia dropped onto the couch beside her, pressing her palms over her face. “I went to his house.” Daniela clapped so loud it startled her own cat off the armchair. “Okay, wait, wait, wait!” she tucked her legs under her, already squealing. “Details. Don’t you dare hold out on me.” Olivia peeked through her fingers, cheeks burning. “It was… Dani, it was insane. I had three orgasms. Three.”

She had seemed so sweet earlier but now she seemed like a bitch. “Trying to be nice?” I found myself asking. She shrugged, “Yes. I'm not normally nice to girls who try to steal my man!” I scoffed, my eyes widening with surprise, “Your man?” Olivia rolled her eyes at me, walking around the room and picking up a perfume. “Oh come on, don't act dumb. You should have known by now that Javier belongs to me,” she grinned, spraying Javier’s perfume on her body. She inhaled deeply and a smile broke on her face, “I smell just like him.”