Austin Mahone Smut Muscles Stories

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Mrs da Silva

by SamScribble on May 8, 2018
Mature

It is my first week at Downton Books. I have spent three days working in the stock room, unpacking deliveries, logging new arrivals, and then stocking shelves. But now Christina has promoted me to join Austin at the front counter. 'Mrs da Silva,' Austin mutters. And he nods in the direction of the smartly-dressed woman with silver-streaked hair who has just...

The Sculptor and the Censor

by dcltrueleft on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

I'd cultivated neat appearance in consideration of the day's mission: Blue blazer, brown slacks. A trim haircut and a clean shave. Serious, but down-to-earth. Once behind the wheel of my restored '72 Mustang, I swung onto the road to the suburb. My eyes were fixed on the street ahead. Austin Rey was Ms. Forbearance, herself. The founder of Morality For...

The Wild Blue Yonder

by Moonraker_Bond007 on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories; however, this story is not part of that series. Furthermore, with the exception of Hugh Hefner and Larry Flynt, all characters and occurrences in this story are entirely fictional. This story is not designed to be a true portrayal of military policy; however, th...

Mrs. Da Silva, The Return Of

by SamScribble on Oct 12, 2020
Mature

As a general rule, I don't do sequels. But ... If you haven't already met my friend Mrs da Silva, you might want to start here: https://www.literotica.com/s/mrs-da-silva If you are already familiar with her little predilections, and you want to catch up on her latest adventures with gin and Dubonnet, then please keep reading. While Austin has been 'away'...

Naughty Peeing at University Ch. 03

by leaky_one on Aug 7, 2019
Fetish

The morning arrived, shafts of sunlight pressing in through gaps in the thick curtains. I awoke, half in and out of sleep. I had been dreaming of the 'Kitty Litter' and of a pressing need to return for another outdoor pee with other girls from the University. In my dream I had been denied my intent, always turned around before I could reach the spot by the t...

African-American Bisexual Students

by Samuelx on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Abraham James Green is the name and I am the hero of this tale. In fact, I totally approve this message. At the time this story took place, I was a student at Milford Hawkins College, a small private school located near the town of Kati, Texas. I was just a tall, good-looking young black man beginning his college career quite enthusiastically at what appeare...

Marline Becomes A Slut Ch. 1

by Linda Jean on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

I looked at Jim and said "What time will you be back Sunday?" Jim turned and said to me, "I told you dear, I fly in about 6:30, and I’ll be home in time for the evening service, I am still having Chuck do the evening service just in case, are you still going to Abilene to the women’s thing?" I said "sure, I think every community needs to ban together to get...

Hey Mickie, Your So Fine

by darkdefender85 on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Pairings/Characters: Matt Hardy/Mickie James Rating: NC/17 Warnings: MF, PWP. Smut. Disclaimer: The WWE Superstars are not mine, if they were, I would not need to write fan fiction for you nice people. Feedback: Yes Please! It was Wrestlemania weekend; the entire WWE was all a buzz over the upcoming pay per view. It is the biggest night of the year for...

College Cheerleading Fun

by vancouverhottie on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

It was another sunny day in Southern California and the weather was starting to heat up. Temperatures reached 85 degrees today after a few weeks of low 70s. Of course, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. My name is Alicia and I'm a cheerleader at the local university. As a cheerleader, I'm in pretty good shape and I think I'm pretty sexy. Both guys and girls h...

A Trance in the Cellar

by flamekitten on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Horror

The old Victorian home lent itself well to the festivities at hand. It was ornate but run-down, with enough cobwebs that the addition of the store-bought, cotton webbing seemed not only redundant, but silly. At least the inhabitants of the home were artful enough to avoid decorating with cardboard cutouts of smiling pumpkins, opting for black velvet hangings...