Pile of Shorts - 750 Word Project

I would like to express my thanks to my editor RF Fast who helped me produce this story. It was written for the 2026, 750 Word Challenge, details of which can be found in LITEROTICA NEWS on the landing page.

Below the **** line is exactly 750 words.

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The Bermuda Triangle bar wasn't its real name just that's what everyone called it because Pete, the owner, was obsessed with the Bermuda Triangle. He had memorabilia on every wall telling tales of mysterious occurrences of vanishing planes and ships, though personally, I thought it was a load of rubbish.

The name may also have had something to do with the deadly spirit he served from an unlabelled triangular bottle. When someone ordered a shot, he would ring the bell, that he claimed was from the Mary Celeste, or another ghost ship, then served the spirit in a triangular glass. There was a tradition that if the person ordering offered you a shot, you either took it or bought the whole bar a drink for wimping out.

She stood at the end of the bar, tall and obviously of African descent. Her chiselled features were like someone had carved a Goddess from Black Obsidian, then polished it until it gleamed. She was as easily as tall as my 6 feet but was thin like a willow that could bend in the wind. The dress she wore was like a shimmering wrap of a deep crimson hue that complemented her skin tone perfectly. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra as from the side you could see the curve of her breasts quite clearly.

"Pete," I hissed, "who is that stunning Nubian princess at the end of the bar?"

Pete glanced at her, then me, then laughed, "She is way out of your league Micky, I would leave her well alone."

She signalled Pete and ordered a drink by pointing to the triangular bottle, then pointed at me. Pete chuckled as he picked up two triangular glasses before ringing the bell. What choice did I have? The bar wasn't full but there were enough there to make a hefty dent in my pocket.

We downed one and she didn't even blink. I could feel my throat burning, my eyes watering, as the 90% spirit burned its way to my stomach.

"Nice," was all she said but that one word captured my soul. It was like someone had taken molten chocolate and poured it over me.

Two turned into three and after four I think Pete was getting worried, but she wasn't showing any signs of it affecting her.

She leaned close to my ear, her delicate tongue flicking in my orifice as she husked, "I want you... now!" The last word was almost a growl as she dragged me from the bar.

In the alley my jeans were around my ankles as she crouched rather than knelt, her mouth like a vacuum cleaner on my cock. I don't think I have ever been that hard in my life as I tried to hold back the urge to shoot into her mouth. My head was spinning, half from the effects of the spirit and half from the most amazing blow job. When she slipped a finger into my ass it felt the most natural thing in the world.

Suddenly she stood, spinning me around before pushing me over the wall and holding me there. I felt something cold on my ass and realised that she was using gel on me. I was OK with the finger while she was sucking, but now I started to panic.

"Be brave," she said quietly and glancing over my shoulder I could see she was sporting a cock that was bigger than my own seven inches. I wanted to scream 'no', but the strong spirit and my heightened sexual excitement made me not care.

I braced myself as she placed the head of her cock against my hole and started to push. I have done anal with a few women, and some complained about the pain. I would ignore them with the quip, 'no pain no gain,' but I would never say that again. I honestly thought I was going to pass out as her cock went deeper and deeper.

"Does it feel good in your ass?"

"Fuck yes," was all I could groan as I felt myself being penetrated.

Her thrusts got faster and somewhere along the way, I spurted my seed on the floor, but that didn't stop her. I was amazed at her strength as she continued to drive in and out at a relentless pace until finally with a growl she spurted deep in my bowels.

After she withdrew, my ass felt empty and knew I was hooked on being fucked.