The Chocolate Sword Swallower (erotica, short story, African American, deep-throat, contortionist) by K. Rowe
A beautiful ebony circus performer falls for a manly hunk of milk chocolate. Neesha Wright wanted to run away and join the circus. At age eighteen, she did. Now, ten years later, she’s one of the top contortionists and sword swallowers out there. She can suck down eighteen inches of cold steel. But can she handle the beefcake hiding in the shadows? And she has to use all her skills to take him in.
Deshawn has both a blessing and a curse. He’s big, handsome, and sports a cock most women fear. And he comes to Neesha’s rescue when she falls and injures her leg. After making sure she’s all right, he carries her back to her trailer, where Neesha discovers his secret. She wants him—all of him. And as she opens wide, Deshawn realizes she’s the woman he’s been looking for.
“You’re welcome.” He saw her prop knives sitting on the table. “So, since I missed your act last night, what do you do with those?”
Neesha gestured for the knives, he handed them to her. “I do this—” She tipped her head back and carefully inserted a knife down her throat. Then she took another one and did the same. Finally, the last knife slid down her throat. She waved her hands, then slipped them out. “That’s what I do.”
Deshawn grunted. At that moment he was at a loss for words. “Uh, impressive.” His mind started to wander, his cock starting to rise. Perhaps he needed to make an exit before his erection got noticed. “I better go, I got work to do.” He turned to leave, but Neesha caught his hand.
He kept his back part way to her. “What?”
“How come I’ve never seen you with the crew?”
“Some guy named Lenny quit, and I happened to need a job.”
“Lenny quit? Really? Oh, well, that’s how it goes in this place. Everyone seems to come and go like the wind.”
“The doc said you’ve been here ten years.”
“Yeah, it may sound strange, but as a little girl, I always wanted to join the circus.”
He chuckled. “Usually it’s little boys that wanna run away and join the circus.”
“No, I knew I was different, and here, it’s just fine.”
“So you swallow swords?”
She pulled at him, turning him around. “And other things.” Neesha saw the large bulge in his jeans. “Lots of other things.” She reached out and gave him a caress. “Yeah.”
Deshawn swallowed hard. “Uh…”
“You’re a mighty fine lookin’ hunk of chocolate, and I’d like to see more of you.”
He smiled. “Well, you’re some fine milk chocolate yourself, baby.” Stepping forward, he ran his hand down her arm. “Mighty fine.”
Neesha gave him a more firm caress, running her hand down the length of his cock. “Is that all you?”
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered.
“You want it?”