Keyshia and Clyde by Treasure E. Blue Page A

up?” as he tossed the money on the bed. “I got enough money for you to suck the farts out of my ass if I want to, so what you wanna do?”
    Keyshia frowned at his crass statement but looked at the money and went against her better judgment. He fell back on the bed and opened up one of the knots and flipped through it, ensuring she saw it all, and said, “Bitch, I’m a freak, and I pay lovely for what I want and how I want it.” He stared at her so she would know exactly where he was coming from. Keyshia didn’t bat an eye. “I might want some deep throat, I might want some pussy. But if you a real bitch and wanna earn some real ends, you let me get some of that asshole, lick my nuts and my ass.” He peeled off two hundred-dollar bills and threw it to her and said, “And it’s more where that come from. You just say the word.”
    Keyshia attempted to pick up the bills, but he stopped her. “Oh, I forgot, one more thing.” He opened his fist and showed her five vials of crack and tossed them on the bed also. “I heard about you for a minute now,” he said as he observed her closely. “I saw you in the video fucking the shit out of my mans and them. I knew I had get some of yo’ young ass.”
    He flashed a wicked smile as she took the money and crack vials off the bed. After pocketing the money, she began taking off her clothes. He smiled and pulled off his boxers, filled his cup, and got an instant hard-on as he stared at her thin, almost perfect, youthful body. He poured another drink and downed it in one gulp and urged her to smoke her shit. “See, I already knew you smoke crack. To each his own, that’s how I look at it. You like what you like, and I like what I like.”
    Keyshia knew that the alcohol had relaxed him because he was becoming too talkative. He preached on, “But we all got our own turn-ons, and I got mines.”
    Keyshia barely paid him any mind as she busied herself gutting a cigar. She then dumped her weed inside the empty leaf and sprinkled crack over the weed. When she lit it, she immediately leaned back at ease and listened to his confession.
    Sugar Bear was now transfixed in his own imagination and said, “But, what I really, really like when I’m getting down the most is that
boy pussy.”
    Keyshia nearly choked on her blunt smoke. She stared at him to see if he was serious and all he was doing was smiling and reminiscing. “That boy pussy,” he continued, “is the best thing out these days. If you want, I could call my li’l friend up and we could have a real party.”
    Keyshia was speechless and sure of one thing at that moment: She was definitely going to make him wear a condom!
    Clyde checked his watch and was satisfied that he had given them enough time and reached for a small jar of Vaseline. He quickly wiped a thick amount over his face and eyes and then put on his ski mask and gloves. He checked his weapon and leapt from the vehicle and into the parking lot bushes. He waited in the bushes for another minute or two to scope out the traffic within the lot and ran as low as he could toward their room door.
    Inside the room, Sugar was forcing his rather large genitalia in Keyshia’s mouth, but she was choking from the pressure he was putting on her. “Come on, ma, I know you can do better than that,” he said as his frustration grew. His dissatisfaction with her continued to grow until he finally stopped her and said, “Man, you ain’t doing it right, let me show you how to do this shit!”
    To Keyshia’s horror and utter surprise, she watched the huge man contort his back and neck all the way down to his penis and put it into his mouth. She cringed as she watched him force and swallow his own penis into his mouth until it disappeared down his throat! When he pulled it out of his mouth, he sat up, heaving heavily, and smiled. “See, that’s how I