Kim 28 is 5' 7" tall attractive woman with long blonde hair and a beautiful smile. If it weren't against the rules she would have worn ear plugs all night long. As it was she could only get away with that when Jerry wasn't around. Kim worried about her hearing sometimes, as the pounding music poured out of the speakers all around the disco. Still, it was a great job, with good tips, and she needed it if she was going back to college in the fall. She'd only been here a couple of weeks, but was already adept at picking her way through the crowded dance floor and even more crowded tables in the near darkness, with the lights flashing and the mist swirling around her knees. Like all the girls she wore a high heels, a tight black mini skirt, black stockings, a white blouse with a red bow tie, and a black hip length jacket. Her hair, which she would have liked to tie up tightly, was hanging loose around her head and flowing over the shoulders of her black jacket in a golden wave of silk. Well, that was just as well, the better she looked the more tips she made, and if the swirling hair made her job more difficult, the money was worth it. She smiled constantly, displaying her perfect white teeth and full, sensuous lips, wanting the customers to like her. Her long legs, perfectly sculpted and tapered, were also big helps in her quest for high tips, and though she suffered the occasional grope, she knew the mini-skirt was well worth it. It was a sexist world, she sighed, and if her long legs, her shapely behind and her pretty face got her more money, well, who was she to complain. She smiled at me in a blue suit as she passed. My eyes gleamed as I looked at her, and she knew I'm staring at her ass and thighs as she moves on. I said something which she didn't make out. One thing the loud music was good for was droning out dirty comments from perverts. She went to the bar and got a half a dozen drinks for table seven, groaning as another old fogey song came over the sound system. The disco catered to the thirty- something crowd, and so played music not to the taste of a twenty eight year old college girl. She took the drinks back to the tables, mentally calculating what her tip would be from the group of people there. Tonight would be a good one, she thought, the place was packed. She pushed her way through the crowd, catching just the tips of someone's fingers as the guy tried to slip them under her skirt. She cursed them all as dirty old men and got through to the other side, going out into the entrance hall, then turning left and going up the stairs to the women's bathroom. There was a long line of women waiting outside and she knew it would take forever to get in to use the phone in the powder room. She turned and went down the hall past the men's room. Just around the corner there are three wooden phone booths. Even up here the music pounds furiously, for the management had been kind enough, or stupid enough, she thought, to install speakers up here. There was even a drunken couple dancing up the hall. She got into one of the phone booths and closed the door, dimming out about ninety percent of the noise. The phone booths with their nearly sound proof walls and doors were one of the few things in this place she approved of. She dialed home, told her mother she could go to bed, that she wasn't taking any drugs and wasn't going to run off with a greasy Arab or some hairy-chested playboy, then hung up with a sigh. She turned and opened the door, and was immediately assaulted by the blaring music. It made her pause for a second, and then from out of nowhere someone was shoving her back into the phone booth. " Hey!" she yells, the words drowned out by the music. I'm a big guy, my arms thick, hard broad chest. I wore an expensive silk suit, my hair is neatly cut and gray. My teeth gleamed white as I force her back against the wall and mash my lips against hers. She curses and tried to push me off as one of my hands seizes her hair and the other slides between her legs, forcing her leg up and back. " Let me go, you fucker!" she snarls, pounding on my chest with her small hands. I tore at her hair, forcing her head back. She gasps in pain, then gurgled as my tongue shot into her mouth. Her shoulders are slammed back into the corner of the phone booth and her left leg shoved up high and hard against one wall. My hand jams in between her thighs then, squeezing her pussy through her panties. I seize them and tore them from her with one powerful jerk. She tries to scream again but my mouth covers hers and my body crushes her into the back of the phone booth. The music screams around them and people pass by in the near darkness, either not noticing or assuming they were a pair of lovers. Nobody interfered as I undid my zipper and brought my cock out. Kim cries out in shock and fear when she feels it pressing against her naked pussy. She struggles with new fury, but her left arm is crushed between one wall and her body and her right is easily pushed back by my shoulder. My face is rough, needing a shave, my eyes gleam cruelly as I stare at her, and then she grunts and cries out again as my cock enters her and thrust up high into her belly. She tries to scream again but my mouth mashes down on hers, locking tightly as my tongue slithered inside her mouth like a maddened snake. My hips slamming against her thighs, ramming her left leg back against the wall again and again. My cock drives up high inside her. It is long, and very thick. Kim gasps and her eyes tear from the pain as the fat organ stabs into her repeatedly. My hand gripping her thigh again, shoving it back and holding it against the wall as I thrust more smoothly. Her mind is in a state of shock that she can be assaulted right here inside the club and nobody will help. She can see nothing beyond the my massive body. Her own body is shielded from the sight of the few patrons who pass by. I clutch her soft buttocks and my fingers dig into the warm flesh, clawing hard at them. She whimpers helplessly, then grunts and moans in despair as she feels me force a finger up into her ass hole. Her crotch and thighs ache as I continue ramming my lower body into her. I keep firm control of her head, holding tightly to her blonde hair, yet even when she holds her face still and submits to my oral rape I continue to tug and twist her hair. I pull my mouth from hers at last, snickering loud enough for her to hear in the small, soundproof booth. " Dirty whore," I leered. " Like it, baby? Wagging your ass around all night! Think you can do that and not get fucked you little slut? You fuckin' blonde bitches always want cock anyway." I stick my tongue out and lick a long trail up the side of her face, then lick her forehead and along the underside of her jaw. I let go of her hair at last and she groans in relief, but my hand slips up between our bodies and clutch her right tit, mashing it through her blouse. I tore her shirt open, simple enough as it closed down the front with snap buttons, then rip her thin bra and grope her bare tits as my cock continues to thrust up into her. Kim had stopped trying to fight and is just waiting for me to finish, her mind and body both numbed by the sudden brutal assault. I continue to ram my cock into her for several long minutes before I groan and halt with my organ buried inside her. She imagines the sticky wads of cum spurting into her and cringed inwardly. She is relieved, that I had cum, that the attack is done. No doubt I would now leave. I seem in no hurry to do so, though. I continue to lick and kiss her face, my hand groping, squeezing her breasts, fondling her nipples, pinching and pulling at them so they hardened. She feels my cock softening and I ease myself backwards, but made no effort to open the door and leave the little booth, instead I give her another awful leering smile and push down on her shoulders, forcing her down onto her knees on the floor of the booth. She is facing my flaccid cock and I grip her hair again as I rub the cum stained prick across her face. " Suck it hard again, Kim, and I'll fuck you again," I said. Her heart sinks and she groans in misery. Not only I am staying but down here she is all but invisible to any passersby, for the sides of the booth are all wood up to waist height, and glass only from there. Down on her knees nobody can see she is in the booth. I jerk sharply on her hair and push my soft cock against her lips. She has no choice but to open her mouth and take the thing inside. She sucks on it as she drew it in, her tongue rubbing carefully along the underside of the head. I continue to grip her hair, now with both hands as I sigh in pleasure. Kim's mind is so completely numb, almost detached from her body as she sucks mechanically on my already growing erection. Soon she is bobbing her lips back and forth on the hardened organ as I slowly hump my hips in and out, fucking the cock into her face. Her hands drop limp at her sides and she simply knelt there as though anaesthetized while I pump my thick meat into her mouth. I pull harder on her hair, forcing the dazed girl to her feet again, turning her around and jamming her face first into the back of the phone booth. She feels me jerk her mini skirt upwards and feels my hands on her ass. My finger pushes into her anus again, and pumps slowly, then withdraws. A moment later she feels my cock pushing against her little round hole. She thought little about it, being too numbed by then. My cock eases up into her asshole with slow jabs. It forces her anus wide and the pain is intensely sharp, but did not last long as I drove the thing all the way up into her. She feels my balls pressing against her buttocks as I gnaw on the side of her throat and grind my hips into her. My cock moving around inside her rectum as I brought my hands around her and cup both breasts, squeezing them hard. I slowly begin to pump my cock, using short strokes at first. My right hand sliding down her bare belly and in between her thighs, rubbing at her slit, my finger searching for her clit. I rub her fuck button as I did a slow motion grind into her anus, my cock pumping slowly, now moving from side to side, my pants scraping against her soft ass flesh, my zipper pinching her anal opening. She didn't move, had hardly the strength or awareness to stand up. Her face is still pressed into the back wall of the phone booth as my heavy framed body moves against her. In her dulled state it is some time before she became aware, in a vague sort of way, that her body is feeling pleasure. She took little interest in it, though acknowledging the pleasurable feelings. Her breasts are hardened, flaring with heat as my fingers move into and around them, her clit is sizzling with lust as my fingers continue to rub, stroke and squeeze the little bud. The pleasure grew, eating away at her detachment, slowly drawing her back into herself, to the awareness of the raw sensuality gripping her loins, to the sensations of steaming heat streaming through her, rippling up and down her nervous system. Her eyes blinking in wonder and dazed consternation. She feels her body flying higher and higher, her belly heaving and churning and raging, a massive vortex of blistering sexual heat tearing through her. " No," she whimpers. Then her head jerks back as a sudden spasm of lust burns through her spine. She gasps for breath, the wind all but knocked out of her. Her forehead fell against the wall, then her head jerks back again, further, her back arching as muscle spasms wracked her body and her mind reeled under frantic sensations of blaring ecstatic release. She came with a furious crescendo of shrieking sexual eruptions, her body jerking and shuddering as though undergoing a violent seizure. Somewhere in the midst of it she feels a flood of liquid heat blasting up into her asshole, feeling it coating her insides with sticky, steamy goo. She can't think straight, can hardly think at all, knew nothing but glorious pleasure that ripped the air from her lungs and the thoughts from her mind, leaving a quivering frame of flesh behind. Then she is sinking down, down, to the bottom of the booth, turning, her back against the wall, her legs spread as she slides to one side to be propped against a wall, staring dull eyed at the floor. I left quickly, but she remains there, sitting on the floor, staring, her eyes starting to flutter as her chest heaves. She drew in great lung-full of air and groans weakly. Finally, after several minutes, she pulls herself to her shaky feet and stumbles out into the darkened hall and the blaring music, leaving her torn panties behind.
