Convenience Store Clerk-slut

I stop at the same c-store for coffee every morning on my way to work. Geraldine is always behind the register. She’s maybe late 50s, thin, in a slightly unhealthy way, maybe 110 lbs, but a healthy ass and decent tits, and you can tell she smokes, which I hate. Smokers skin, smokers cough. You can tell she was very cute once upon a time.

She’s also a hopeless flirt, but not an innocent one. Some women tease a bit but laugh it off if you call them out on it. Not Geraldine. She is actively seeking cock for sex every day. She always hits on me and I brush it off. Honestly I like her raw sexual need and secretly always want to just fuck her. But I had always taken a pass. One day though I was horny as fuck and when she made a pass (“oh what I’d do with your young body in bed”) I said “ok, when do you….pardon the expression…get off?” She was surprised, laughed, but didn’t miss a beat and told me the time and her address. At the appointed time I showed up at her dumpy trailer that matched her look and smelled like an ash tray. Our idle chit chat lasted about 12 seconds and we were in her bed screwing like prison parolees. I was not remotely attracted to this woman, I only wanted to fuck her brains out, cum in her pussy, and get her out of my system. She had no interest in me either, just my cock and youthful energy to fuck hard. I loved her slutiness.

Geraldine and I had a good hard fuck that day. To my surprise it didn’t end there. About one day a week as I get my coffee Geraldine and I would set up a fuck session. We still don’t particularly like or care about each other. The only thing we have in common is our mutual love of young hard relentlessly pounding cock in sweet horny pussy, and the orgasms we have together. It’s just raw, unbridled sex at its most primal.