3 comments/ 29926 views/ 0 favorites The Work Crew By: The Work Crew "Me?" she said. Miguel nodded. "But why?" To her mortification, they made Lacey understand. "In the nude?" They all nodded yes. They understood what nude meant. Aghast, Lacey shook her head, no. The men argued among themselves, then Miguel made digits with his hand. "Two hunderd dollar," he said. Lacey laughed. "You've got to be crazy!" The men argued some more. Finally, Miguel took out his wallet and extracted a trio of one hundred dollar bills. He raised his eyebrows. "No," Lacey said. But between her thighs, something had stirred. She shifted uncomfortably. "Listen," she said, motioning to the door. "You guys better go." Miguel pulled another from his wallet and Lacey, exasperated and surprisingly hurt, wanted to scream, "No!" But, she also wanted to say yes. If for no other reason than her frustration and disappointment. So much for him liking me, Annie, she thought. He's no better than the others. Fuck this joker, hon, Annie replied. Fuck him is right! Fuck him and Kenneth and Martinez and especially that son-of-a-bitch Herrera! Instead, Lacey shook her head. Frustrated, Miguel took her hand and placed in it the four one hundred dollar bills. He added a fifth one hundred dollar bill. Five hundred dollars to pose. "No!" Lacey exploded, pointing at the door. "Now get out!" Then Miguel said, "One thousand dollar," and Lacey stopped dead. A thousand dollars? To pose in the nude? Annie said: Go for it, girl! And Lacey did. * * * At the small bar, Lacey brought out her full array of bottles. A fifth of Jack Daniels, a bottle of wine, and a fifth of Philippine whisky. She took out six glasses. "Help yourselves," she said. Miguel and one of his helpers, Roberto, fixed their drinks straight up. Antonio and Juan, who belonged to Manuel, made theirs with water. Manuel asked for a beer; Lacey pointed him toward the kitchen. Then she poured a shot of Jack Daniels for herself, and drank it neat. "Miguel?" Miguel looked up from his camera. Moving her hands one over the other in a negative gesture, Lacey said: "No sex. Understand?" Miguel grinned, but nodded his head. He repeated Lacey's words: "No sex." "None," Lacey said. "Nada, Nine, Kaput." Miguel nodded again. "Okay," she said. "What do I do?" Indicating Lacey should remove her shirt, Miguel raised his camera. As she undid the buttons, and drew her shirt aside, Miguel, Antonio and Roberto fired away. What, Lacey wondered, am I doing? In just her brassiere, Lacey moved this way and that, posing with determination, if not much grace. She felt so utterly weird. Miguel, seemingly an expert with the camera, directed her actions. Soon, Lacey had warmed to the job and began to lithely pose. "I need to shut the blinds," she said. Arms currently over her head, and her belt unbuckled, Lacey felt eyes staring in. Miguel shook his head. Pointing to the window above the air conditioner, Lacey made closing motions. Miguel shook his head, no. She put her hands on her hips. Did he not understand? Or did he not care? Or did he want them to see? Pursing her lips, she said. "Fine. Whatever you want," and unzipped her pants. From all directions, shutters snapped and flashbulbs burst; Lacey continued to pose. When her pants were off and she wore only her panties and bra, Lacey whispered, "He's going to make me to take them off. I don't want to take them off." She knew exactly how a centerfold felt. Instructed by Miguel to sit down, Lacey sat in the middle of the floor. He had her recline and stretch out her legs. For the next five minutes, Lacey did everything but expose herself. But she knew that was coming "This," she muttered, "is utterly gay." Focusing his lens on her crotch, Miguel had Lacey lean far back. She drew up her knees and spread her legs wide. Then he made her spread them some more. He motioned her to draw aside her panties. "I won't do that," Lacey said to them, softly. Then she did. Oh, my God, Annie. What have I done? Annie remained silent. Lacey could sense her fear. Coming in for a closeup, Miguel photographed Lacey's crotch. Then he shot her from different angles, always with hands in the shot. She did whatever Miguel said. She put in a finger, then a second. She alternately wanted to cry, and to laugh out loud. I am such an ass! Calm down, Lace! Annie warned. She sensed Lacey's panic. It's not as bad as you think. How bad does it need to be, Annie! Going to one knee, Miguel placed his hand on Lacey's right hip. Knowing what he intended, Lacey lifted her butt. Miguel took off her panties. She began to shake. Okay, smart ass! What do I do now? Just try to hold on, okay? It'll be all right. All right? Annie! I'm gonna fuck five guys! Do only what you want to, Annie said. I don't want to do anything! Lacey wailed. Then Miguel removed her brassiere. Shooting her from every angle and direction, the men encircled Lacey. They had her on her back, on her sides and on her stomach. They concentrated on her small breasts, making Lacey jutt them forward. She teased her nipples erect. She wet them. And all the while, Lacey's arousal and fear factor grew, hand in hand. Annie? Yes, Lace? I'm going to fuck them. Is that what you want? That's what my insides tell me. Then do it, Lace. Flat on her stomach, head on her right arm, Lacey waited. When Miguel indicated for her to raise her rear end, Lacey complied. The room became very still. Moving directly behind her, Miguel shot from low level, moving slowly away. Lacey rose higher in increments, chest flat to the floor, her hands by her sides for support. She felt like a Hustler centerfold. "I want to stop," she whispered. She continued to rise. Eventually, Lacey could rise no more. Her tail, now fully splayed, lay bare her anus. Cool air kissed its surface. Antonio and Juan captured her from behind and she could here their ragged breathing. Miguel's cock showed clearly through his pants. He was powerfully erect. "You are in trouble," Lacey whispered. "So much trouble." She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Roberto was stripped to his thong. He was huge. The outline of his cock ran ten inches in length, maybe longer, maybe as long as a foot. The head was a form all it's own. "Wait!" Lacey exclaimed, beginning to panic. She tried to rise. Manuel restrained her. He sat beside her on the floor and put an arm around her shoulders; he elicited a smile. "Is okay," he said, in broken English. He also, was stripped to his thong. After a dozen shots, Miguel had Manuel remove his thong. Manuel was big--not the size of Roberto--but big enough. Eight inches long and cocked sideways and down, his thick penis ended in a small head. Veins, like jagged streaks of lightning, ribbed the shaft; the color was a bruised purple. "Wait," Lacey said, again. The remaining four stripped off their clothes. Each wore a thong. When Roberto removed his, Lacey nearly died. "Wait a minute!" she choked. Her heart trip-hammered and her stomach clenched. A foot long and three inches wide, Roberto's cock was nearly beyond description. The head was the size of a large plum, and the same color. It looked like a dinosaur's head. The shaft was monstrously veined and bulged hugely in the middle. It looked deformed. What orifice could possibly take that? she thought, wildly. "I can't do this! I have to go home!" she wheezed, backing away. To her horror, Manuel took himself in hand and began to stroke. Breath lodged in her throat. She began to shake. Then Manuel laughed and the laughter spread to the other three. They continued to shoot. "Please," Lacey begged. "Let me go." She looked from one man to the other, shaking. Roberto, his testicles swinging obscenely side to side, motioned to Juan, who took up position behind her. Antonio moved behind her as well, and then Manuel. They struck a pose; four waving erections and glittering smiles. "Let me go," she pleaded. "Please." Then they pretended to fuck her. Antonio, holding his penis right at her mouth--its aroma made Lacey lightheaded--made vulgar noises in his throat and snickered like a horse. He was the smallest of the group, a mere seven inches. Juan, nine inches long and proportionally thick, pretended to stick himself into her rear. Everyone laughed. Then Antonio touched her lips. Unsure if it were intentional or not--Antonio jerked nearly as badly as she--Lacey yelped. The men exploded in sudden agitation and everyone yelled. Lacey understood nothing. Miguel, flushed and angry, berated Antonio, gesticulating with his camera. Sensing things would totally unravel, Lacey put up her hand. The men grew silent. "Look," she said, slowly. "I'm petrified, but it's what I want to do." She raised her eyebrows, questioningly. "Do you understand?" Miguel blinked, then nodded slowly. "I have to do it on my own, though," she said. "Or not at all." Miguel nodded again. Going back to all fours, Lacey leaned forward and took Antonio into her mouth. He exclaimed loudly. His penis contacted and swelled. Lacey trembled in shock. Unsure what else to do, Miguel took pictures. The rest did as well. Lights snapped from every direction. Telling Antonio to sit, Lacey dropped to her elbows and took his cock in her hand. Antonio reclined to get a better view. Lacey masturbated him and began to suck. She used her lips and her tongue first, then began to lower and raise. She coordinated her movements with her hand. Antonio's testicles rose up and down as she stroked, and Lacey caressed them with her fingertips. She kissed each one and drew it into her mouth. She sucked them gently. Antonio rubbed her head. I like this, Annie said. I like it too. Will you swallow his come? Do you want me to? Annie didn't answer. Lacey thought of the millions of tiny sperm, awaiting her decision. Moving behind her, Manuel put a hand on Lacey's back, the other on her rear end. He asked permission, and Lacey moved beneath his hands, consentingly. He placed the head of his cock in her crack, stopped on her anus. Lacey moaned. She closed her eyes and sucked Antonio's cock. I'm afraid, Annie. I'm afraid too. I've never had one this big, she thought. Not there. Not in my ass. She jerked in sudden pain. Ouch! they cried, in unison. Miguel sent Roberto to the kitchen for some lubrication, and he returned with a bottle of oil. Juan took the bottle and lubed the head of his cock, then the puckered circle of Lacey's anus. He worked himself in. It still hurt, but not so bad that Lacey could not bear it. She began to rock back and forth. Manuel took her more deeply. My God! she thought. This is incredible. Annie replied: Don't go going hog wild, okay? This guy is small. Juan and Roberto are monsters. Miguel might be too. Will they all want my ass? Annie laughed. Do men want anything else, nowadays? Concentrating her will, Lacey ignored the discomfort in her rear and concentrated on her mouth. She worked Antonio slowly into her throat, forcing flat her tongue and opening her jaw wide. The head blocked her throat, then went inside. She gagged "Easy girl," Annie cautioned. Lacey relaxed her throat. Her gag reflex eased. Better, Annie said. Can you take him all? Lacey took him all. At her other end, Juan pushed deeper inside. He felt mostly in. Slowly, holding her behind, he moved himself around in Lacey's ass, and she began to relax. Pain gave way to discomfort and discomfort to pleasure. Manuel began to ride her. They would sell these pictures to a web site, she knew, and every eye that wanted to see, anywhere in the world, would witness her sodomization. She should ask for more money, she thought. Or a portion of the take. Set up her own web site, maybe. Wouldn't that be brave? Things became frenzied and soon reached a crescendo. Lacey let go of Antonio's cock and placed both hands on the floor. Manuel rammed her behind. She made atrocious noises. She began to come. Oh God! Oh God, Annie! Jesus God! Manuel began to come and tried climbing atop her. Her rectum screamed. He came again, harder, and Lacey felt his gushing sperm. It was very hot. Oh God Annie! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh Jesus Christ I'm coming! Then Antonio was coming also, and jammed himself into Lacey's mouth. Come shot onto her tongue. She swallowed convulsively, fighting a gag, while Manuel came in her ass. Oh my God! Oh my God! This is not happening! This is not fucking happening! Annie could not reply. Her mouth and rear end were otherwise engaged. Lacey never asked for the pictures, nor any more money. No one important would see. No one important to her, anyway. It was enough knowing that those with interest could observe her with Manuel, Antonio, Juan and Roberto. As for Miguel, he was doting and kind and truly immense. Lacey sat in his lap for a long time that night, willing him in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and sometimes cried. Miguel kissed away her tears. Language was not a barrier, only her pain. Afterwards, they lay together in Lacey's bed, spooned together, his cock buried deep within her ass. It stayed there all night. In the morning, Miguel removed himself gracefully from her bed and left. Except for occasional trips to the bathroom, Lacey remained where she was all day. In another four months, Lacey returned to the United States and rejoined her estranged boyfriend, who soon thereafter gave Lacey good reason to wish she were still in the Philippines.