Making Ends Meet

by Thinking Horndog

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, White Male, Hispanic Female, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Traditional approaches to dating didn't work for me -- but I had needs. I figured she did, too. Did she?

She was a somewhat chunky Puerto Rican chick with that bleach-streaked thing in her hair -- but her skin was a delightful light brown. The legs weren't great, but she had an ankle bracelet on her slightly thick right ankle and I'm a sucker for those. She had an ass on her, covered with a short skirt in leopard-spot stretch fabric that fit like skin and reported that there was a thong underneath. Up top was a red tube-top with a considerable amount of titty stuffed in it and a considerable amount of cleavage showing. She was bare-legged, wearing some kind of wedgie sandals, and that ass of hers rocked delightfully as she pushed her cart up the aisle at Wally-Mart. She had an attitude, too -- moxie. Her head was up and she wasn't avoiding anyone's eye.

All this caught my attention that Saturday afternoon, but it didn't clinch things. She had a little girl in the seat -- a two-year-old, and a cutie. No, I'm not a pedophile -- the kid just had that Shirley Temple look, as close as you can get when you're Blatino, anyway. Daddy was clearly black. Did I care? No -- but it helped the woman meet my criteria.

I watched her for a moment, slowly going up the medicine aisle. She stopped to get some of that purple stuff they feed kids for colds and such and went through the shelf looking for the generic store brand and put it in her cart. Then she dug among the few items already there and pulled out a package of hair dye and stuck it on the shelf.

THAT was the clincher. I whipped my cart around and took up a trail position a few feet back -- and tossed the dye in the cart.

The procedure repeated itself three or four times in the baby aisle, where those pull-up disposable baby pants replaced a tank top, wipes replaced a scarf and two or three other things replaced items she'd picked up for herself and the little girl in the clothing aisle. I collected the cast-offs as she dropped them in place.

She stopped to play in the DVDs for a while so I backtracked past the aisle where I'd picked her up and found several other items that shouldn't have been on the shelves in those aisles tucked in amongst items more important. It appeared that clothing had replaced housewares...

She didn't even bother with the electronics, but was headed down the shoe aisle and looking at a pair of shiny-strapped flip-flops that cost next to nothing when I caught up to her. I watched her sigh and put them back and then made my move.

"So where is the old man?" I asked her.

"What? Who are you?"

"Someone interested," I replied, looking confident. This was the next test...

"Gone," she snarled, "What does he owe you?"

"I don't suppose you know when he'll be back... ?"

"No. It has been three months -- I don't think he will be." She gathered herself. "Look, if you're looking to me to pay whatever it is, you can FORGET it! I got NOTHING!"

I nodded. "I figured." She'd passed the test -- I didn't want to waste my time with a woman whose husband or live-in boyfriend might show up any second. I'd never seen her before and I DAMN sure had never seen her old man -- and I didn't want to! "Let's talk about you. Things are tight, huh?"

"I'm doing okay," she declared.

"Is that why the number of items in that cart never increases?" I asked.

"Who are you? Are you with the store? I'm not stealing anything..."

"I know," I replied. "I just noticed that you have to be pretty choosy." I looked down at my cart.

Her gaze followed mine and her eyes widened. "You've been following me?"

"For a little while," I agreed.

"What do you want?"

"I want to help you make ends meet," I replied.

"Why would you... ?" She stopped. "Oh. If I knew where he was, I would tell you for free -- and hope you caught him! But I don't, so giving me money will get you nothing."

"This isn't about him, Honey. I don't even KNOW him, whoever he is."

"Then why did you ask... ?"

"I wanted to be sure that, whoever he is, he is gone."

She frowned. "You're weird. I don't understand -- and I don't want to. Go away!" She turned and made to leave.

"How much more stuff do you need to buy?"

She gave me a look of annoyance. "Groceries. Are you going to continue to follow me?"

"I guess that depends," I replied. "How would you like it if I bought you the things in your cart? How would you like it if I bought you the things in MY cart?"

She eyed me. "Why would you do that?"

"It would be a trade, sort of," I told her. "I take care of your problem, so you can save your money, and you take care of mine..."

She eyed me. "Which is... ?" I said nothing, and in a moment, she supplied her own answer. "Oh!" She took a swing at me. "I am NOT a whore!"

"Good!" I retorted. "I don't like whores. I could probably get one, but she would have the wrong attitude -- it would be all about the money and nothing but the money. I'm looking for a woman I can spend the weekend with, comfortably. I'll take care of you and you'll take care of me."

"For THIS?" she sneered, waving at the carts. "This..."

" ... Isn't enough?" I finished for her. "Now that we've cleared the first hurdle, what IS enough?"

"What first hurdle?" she snapped.

"You CAN be bought -- you admitted it. We're talking price, now." I was careful to keep my face serious -- grinning would have REALLY offended her!

"YOU!!!" She took another swing at me -- and missed.

"I'll buy the groceries, too..."

"That's MEAN!"

"Maybe. How many months behind are you on the rent?"

The air all leaked out of her. "How did you know?"

"Things are VERY tight -- that's pretty clear," I told her. "Talk to me..."

"He didn't pay before he left," she said quietly. "I managed to pay the next month, but I couldn't catch up ... Then the car broke down and I have to have it or NOTHING comes in..."

"How bad?"

"Six-fifty a month."

"Times two?"

"Yes."

I whistled. "Big money! Are we negotiating, then?"

She bit her lip. "I don't know..."

"I'm guessing that you have two hundred dollars and need to spend one-fifty today so the two of you can eat. Has the landlord sent an eviction notice yet?" I asked.

"No, but he's called and made threats..." She bit her lip again. "What do you want?"

I looked around. There was at least one old buffalo listening too intently. "Let's move a bit. We got off to a rocky start and there is too much attention." I led her up the next aisle -- and then the next, glaring at Old Nosy until she backed off -- and then unloaded my cart into my new girlfriend's. She stood watching me and didn't say anything -- but we both knew I was committing her. The cart unloaded, I stepped up beside her and wrapped a hand around her bare midriff. "Let's go look at groceries, shall we? What's your name, Honey?"

"Alicia." We began moving. She put both hands on the cart handle and left my hand where it was. "What do you want?"

"You're my woman for a period to be negotiated. Full access. I don't treat you nasty and the subject of money is between you and me. As far as your friends and relatives are concerned, we're dating. I was going to shoot for the weekend, but you need more money than I can justify for just a weekend."

"What is full access?"

"Regular sex, when and how I want it. I don't embarrass you in public, but you don't say no in private. I buy food, but you feed me. You handle my action as if I am your live-in boyfriend -- laundry, and so on. I occupy your bed, whenever it is convenient for me. Do I need to duck a new boyfriend?"

"No." Alicia wouldn't look at me.

We were at the edge of the grocery section. There was a bench there, so I stopped her and said, "Let's sit and talk this out."

"Okay." She wouldn't look at me. We sat there in silence for a bit, but it appeared that I was going to have to open things.

"Do you understand what I'm asking for?" I asked.

"Yes."

"And it's how terrible, exactly? I'm ugly and I smell bad and you just can't see yourself doing it, right?"

"I'm not a whore..." She looked as if she was about to cry.

Arguing with her wasn't going to help. I took her hand and asked, "You've lived with guys, right? Were you married to the father of your little girl?"

"We were supposed to get married..."

"Were you? Or did he just tell you what you wanted to hear?" I asked. "Did you live with him or did he live with you?"

She blew off the first question -- no surprise. I was just using it to more or less gently reorient her. "He lived with me."

"You work, obviously. How much did he contribute? A set amount?" I asked.

"No. Sometimes he brought home money and sometimes he had other things..."

"But he lived with you and paid the bills sometimes."

"Yes."

"Okay. I'm your new boyfriend. I live with you and pay the bills sometimes."

"It's wrong. I don't love you."

"Did you love him -- the whole time?"

"Well, no, but..."

"You were committed," I finished for her. "Well, we're starting backwards. You're going to fall madly in love with me -- it just hasn't happened yet."

She pushed her hair back from her face. "I'm very confused."

"How awful am I?"

"Well, you say horrible things and you tricked me..."

"That was to get my foot in the door."

"You call me a whore to get your foot in the door?" She finally looked up at this.

"I NEVER called you a whore!" I insisted.

"You offered to pay for my stuff if we had sex..."

"How is this different than what you did before?" I asked.

"It is!" she insisted.

"If you didn't love him?"

"We had a relationship!"

"Based on what -- money?" I pressed.

"There were commitments..."

"But you didn't love him and he didn't love you and so the commitments were financial -- and he welched on them, eventually, didn't he?" I insisted.

"You just called me a whore again!"

"No, YOU just called you a whore! I merely presented the facts -- YOU came to the conclusion!" I retorted. "What I'm showing you here is that what we're talking about isn't much different, if any -- and at least we're being up-front about it."

"But..."

"Hold still." I took her by the chin and pressed my lips to hers. She started to flap a little, so I let up. "How bad was that?"

"It wasn't, but..."

"If I'm replacing your boyfriend, we need to see if these things work," I insisted. "Work at it a little this time!" I leaned back in.

She didn't flap, but she didn't open her mouth, either. "Why am I doing this again?"

"We're validating our relationship."

"Validating..."

"Shut up. Kiss me."

Hell, if I'd known it was that easy ... She finally opened her mouth and after a moment, she leaned in and started giving back. We went for about a minute before the little girl got restive and I pulled back. "So. Now. You don't mind kissing me..."

"That's not sex..."

" ... But it's a start!" I insisted. "Now, let's look at this objectively. If you go out with a guy and he blows a hundred bucks on you, do you consider sleeping with him?"

"Well..."

"Okay, then. I'm just looking for a guarantee. I'm doing a lot better than just wasting money on you -- I'm getting you stuff you need!" I pressed.

Alicia sighed. "What do you want, then?"

"Don't over-think it and get wrapped around the axle," I advised. "We're out -- as a couple -- to Wally-Mart to pick up groceries and a few other things. When we get to the checkout, I gallantly offer to pay. Then we go home to your place and have dinner and cuddle up and enjoy the evening and have a little sex. We do that kind of thing until Sunday evening some time, at which point you bring me back to my car."

"What about the rent?"

"I figure we can talk about that when you've decided that you're not doing anything you can't handle. This is the trial period. If this date goes well, then I REALLY move in for a few days..." I replied.

"How long..."

"We'll talk about that when the time comes," I waved it off. "If it's good, it's going to be no problem for either of us, you know? If it isn't, then at least you won't have blown your last couple of hundred bucks on groceries and you'll have some options."

"Yeah, okay..." Alicia looked a little dazed. Her daughter was looking a little agitated, so I held up a finger and she grabbed it, looking at me with big, innocent eyes.

"Let's go shopping," I directed, pulling Alicia to her feet. I left the finger for her daughter to play with, but wrapped my arm around Alicia's midsection again.

"What am I buying?" Alicia asked.

"Whatever you were going to -- plus enough to feed me," I replied. "Get us through the weekend, anyway."

"I wasn't getting much..."

"Splurge a little, then," I directed. "Get something you want that you wouldn't have. Get two or three somethings..."

So we're up and down the aisles, Alicia asking, "Do you like this? What about that?" -- and me basically answering, "As long as I don't have to cook it..." Little Angela wanted out of the seat, so I did the hip ride thing with her; granted, I didn't have Alicia's hips, but Angela seemed happy to deal with a new hip in any case. Alicia was momentarily nervous about the whole thing, but let it go. The cart filled, and I didn't worry about it -- I was taking the long view. The weekend would be costly, after which I would negotiate at LEAST a week for every month's worth of rent, after which I planned to move things to a totally different footing, based on the idea that we would REALLY be a couple at that point -- and in the meantime, I would have me some hot Latina pussy ... If something went south, hey, I'd practiced this gig once, anyway, and would be better at it the next time.

At checkout, I did what I said I would do, paying up the nearly three hundred dollar bill. Then came what I considered to be the only tricky part of the transaction -- loading her beater car out in the parking lot. If she got the trunk loaded and got in and left me, I was out the money -- but I had little Angela on my hip and that made all the difference ... Once the car was loaded, I handed Angela off to be strapped in her car seat and had plenty of time to occupy the passenger seat before Alicia got into the car. Neither of us said anything, but we were both aware of the possibility of a double-cross -- and if I'd been stupid, she'd have pulled it, I have little doubt. As it was, I proved I WASN'T stupid and earned a little respect.

Unloading could have been as tricky, but little Angela was perfectly happy to ride my hip. That made entry into Alicia's dumpy little apartment a snap, even with one hand burdened with three or four grocery bags. Once inside, I helped Alicia put things away -- mostly by unloading the bags on the counter -- while keeping half an eye on Angela as she dashed through the apartment in that staggering run young children adopt. Finally, the chores were done and Alicia eyed me, "Now what?"

I beckoned her. "Now we get to know one another a little better."

"I'm..."

" ... A little nervous?" I finished for her.

"Yes."

"Have I abused you yet?"

"No."

"Come here and we'll do it like we would if I had charmed you with my incredibly romantic manner," I directed, grinning.

"What are we going to do?"

"Kiss a lot. Make out. I'm going to find all of your ticklish spots. You need to relax," I told her, "I don't bite ... much -- and you'll like it when I do." She looked bothered, and I frowned. "I hear that word again -- or I see it, hanging above your head. I'm not treating you like that. If you INSIST on acting like one -- an unwilling one, then it's on you. We can avoid the whole thing totally if YOU can shut it off."

"I just..."

"Shhh..." I pulled her in.

"Mmmmmph." For a few seconds, she was as stiff as a board, so I popped her on the ass, gently, which shook her up a bit and she let up. There ensued a lengthy period of slow defrosting, at the end of which she was FINALLY yielding and cooperative -- UNTIL I defeated the waistband of her skirt and discovered her thong. Then we had to go through it all over again while I mauled her ass cheeks.

When she got soft and cuddly again, I pressed a frontal attack, working her neck and ears. THAT brought forth noises -- broken Spanish exclamations and moans -- and her defenses were down when I freed her breasts from that tube top and went after her nipples. Alicia LOVED having her rubbery nipples chewed! Alicia spent a lot of time with her eyes closed at that point -- which was a good thing, since Angela was watching her mama make out, wide-eyed. Fortunately, she was in my field of vision and not Alicia's.

We probably spent a half-hour standing up, making out. At the end of it, I stepped back and said, "Now tell me you don't want it." She stood there, eyeing me a little wildly, panting, and I watched her come back to Earth and start looking around. When she did, I pointed Angela out. Alicia reached for her top, but I stopped her. "Angela and I have both sucked them. Let them breathe." I collected the left one in my hand and worked the nipple between my fingers and she bit her lip.

"Okay."

"Let's sit on the couch," I suggested, tugging her hand.

"Okay." She let me lead her to the couch. I wasn't going to rub her nose in it, but the whole fate worse than death thing was by the wayside. She was a mature young woman who enjoyed sex and was looking forward to a bout. We went back at it on the couch. That tight skirt rode up on my wrist as I slid my hand between her knees to delve under her soaking wet thong. She talked into my mouth as we kissed, saying God knew what, panting while I rubbed my fingers over her fringed inner lips and rubbed a knuckle against her clitoris from below. She started rubbing my hardon through my pants, arching herself and tearing at my belt as I slid a finger into her. Suddenly, she was all urgency, muttering, "Dios ... Dios ... Dios..." and she nearly ripped my pants open to dig in my underwear and come up with my cock!

I kicked free of my pants and she rocked back and stretched out on the couch, tugging me forward. All I had to do was follow my cock as it pressed forward, opening her up. I was in her to the root, preparing to start pumping, when she experienced a motherhood moment...

"Angela!" she gasped, her eyes popping.

"She's too young to know what we're up to. Relax." I was DAMNED if I was going to quit NOW! I pulled back and plowed into Alicia and she gasped, "Uuuhhh!" and the subject of her daughter was closed for the moment.

Rabbit-fucking was out. I thudded into her, hard, but slow, and she grunted and gasped and said 'Dios!' a lot. little while in, she started panting through her nose like a freight train and twined her legs around mine and in a moment, she went "OOOOOOWAAAAAHHH!!" and thrashed and jerked and shuddered. I grinned from ear to ear because THIS little bitch was MINE, at least temporarily ... I picked up the pace a little bit and she liked it even better! We were a piston engine made of flesh until I overheated, popped my cork and blasted cum all over the inside of her hot cunt, a little bit after she went manic on me the fourth time. We were lying there, panting, when Angela toddled up, wide-eyed, and said, "Mama?"

Alicia gave a lurch, but I said, "Shhh ... Mama is right here, Honey." I reached out my hand, pulled her in and hugged her against me and Alicia relaxed. We huddled like that for another minute or so before I muttered, "Maybe you ought to make her something for dinner." I backed up off Alicia. She looked up at me and I said nothing, but 'That wasn't so bad now, was it?' hung between us as if I'd said it. After a moment, Alicia smiled and started working her way out from under me. The war was over.

Alicia cleaned up, put herself back together and cooked a fine meal. We ate and put her sleepy daughter to bed before re-convening on the couch. This time we cuddled up and watched TV like an old married couple. Alicia didn't fight my hands and we spent a lot of time kissing while I felt up her fine, round titties. We had time -- the urgency was over. We knew we were going to do it again, and the whole whore thing was put to bed.

Then, at eleven-thirty, Alicia's cell rang. Alicia picked up and spent thirty seconds trying to tell somebody no -- at the end of which the door flew open and a narrow, somewhat horse-faced piece came staggering in, clearly drunk on her ass, and still talking on the phone. She stopped dead, frozen in place, her eyes huge!

"Aiy!" she yelped.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"My friend Isobel," Alicia replied. "She's used to barging in and telling me how her Saturday evening went. Isobel, this is..." She hit the wall; in all this time, I hadn't given her my name!

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