You perform some tests.

You wake up feeling quite refreshed and you look at the clock to see that the time is 11:45 AM. You realize that you really slept in, and then you remember that you have to job to get to and roll over to get back to sleep. As you lie there, intrusive thoughts start filling your head. Starting from what a loser you are, which your brain connects to that phone call you are **** you make to your parents wherein you have to ask if you can stay with them for a while (which they are probably expecting because they know you were unemployed), which your brain connects to the rent being due at the end of this week, which then causes you to remember that you do have money to pay the rent for another month. Suddenly you remember the events of the previous night before you came home watched some internet videos and then crashed.

You got up and found your phone, which you forgot to charge so the battery was low. You checked your photo reel, a you saw the photos of Jessica's cum covered face, covered your cum. You kept scrolling backwards and you saw the video you remember. You click play and scroll through the footage. You watched as she sucked your dick, and while you did your dick started to grow hard in the present as you watched this strange woman suck your dick in the past. It was strange. You had seen porn before, but it was mostly some other guys penis, and you had to imagine yourself in his place, which was hard to do when the plot was so corny and unrealistic. But this was different. Not only was it real, but that penis was yours, and you were that guy. Almost without thinking, you reached your hand down into your pants and started stroking your cock, and you turned up the volume on your phone so you could hear what she was saying, confessing her sexual experience for you on camera. By the time the video was finished, you had fresh jizz in your pants. You came at exactly the same time you had the night before. You came alongside yourself, to yourself, watching yourself cover this woman's face in come. This woman who you had first met just that morning on the bus. Afterwards, you plugged your phone into your laptop to charge it and then went into the kitchen to eat something and think.

You gnawed on a granola bar while you sat at the table instead of on the couch watching television and wasting away your life like you normally did. In a way, the confusion was almost a pleasant change of pace since it gave you something to do. Your brain told you that she must be crazy, but your gut once more told you that you had stumbled onto something. You went with your gut, but you still wanted to think this through. You knew you weren't crazy, because there was evidence that what you experienced was true. And you were reasonably sure she wasn't crazy, partially because of the feeling in your gut, but also because she just didn't see the type. Everything else she did and said was too rational, except when it had to do with her being filmed.

You break down the factors into a few categories. There's you, the phone, the request, and the woman. There was also the factor of the environment, but you had already used your phone on the bus and in her office an home, so you figure it is safe to assume that the environment is flexible. You can't really test out if anyone else can do this besides you, and that's not what you are concerned with anyway. You could tryout a different phone, or camera. She did mention that it was the camera that you had pointed in her direction that made you think she should follow your orders. You also remember her being unimpressed with the fact that you were filming her with a phone. So you could try using a different phone or camera, if you had one, which of course you didn't. There was the request, but it felt like you had already exhausted that with Ms. Dumast, who was seemingly willing ot so almost anything you asked. So that left the woman in the equation. You could repeat the experiment with another woman, which shouldn't be too hard.

But which woman? Nikki? No, she was your friend. Thought you could consider asking her about this, but you are afraid of what she will think you of the part where you sort of blackmailed a woman into giving you a blowjob while you filmed it. No, it was best to test this on a complete stranger. You returned your phone, which was at 86%, which was enough for now. You stuffed your phone in your pocket and left your apartment to test out your theory.

Down on street level you walked a few blocks and thought about where you wanted to go, and you decided that the park was at least a decent place to start. But you didn't know what people you would find there. It just happened to be the first location that popped into your head. As you walked down the sidewalk, stopping at crosswalks when the sig told you to, you looked around at all the people walking from who knows where to who knows where fro who knows what reason. They knew as little about you as you knew about them. They had no idea what you did last night, and they had no idea what it was you were about to do on this afternoon. You looked at the women, a you couldn't help but think about what it would be like to test your phone on them. What could you get them to do? What would that redhead look like while sucking your dick? What about that black woman riding you reverse cowgirl with her fat ass bouncing on your cock? But you were getting ahead of yourself. You still needed to test if this would work other women at all.

You arrived at the park to find it quite busy. You walked the trail, looking around for... well... you didn't know exactly whaat you were looking for. A victim, you guessed. It wasn't a pretty word, but you couldn't really deny its accuracy. Still, you preferred to think of her as a volunteer. After all, you didn't say how far you would go with this mystery woman you were going to choose. You might just ask her to do some mild things on camera and then delete the footage immediately afterwards. No harm done. You kept telling yourself this.

You kept walking around for a bit, realizing that swiveling your head around made you look extremely suspicious, so you tried to make it look like you where out for a casual walk, you were certainly dressed for it, wearing the clothes you slept in. After you came home you changed out of your jeans and put on shorts to sleep in, but you kept the t-shirt on. You couldn't help but keep your hands in your pockets and feel the case of your phone with your fingers. After a few more minutes of walking around you looked across the park knew immediately who you wanted to test it on. There was a fit blonde woman with her hair in a ponytail who just arrived and was stretching out in yoga pants and a sports bra. You kept walking on the trail and made your way over to her. As much as you have liked to see her jogging, you wanted to catch her before she was moving too quickly for you.

As you neared her stretching spot, you started to panic slightly. You have never had much luck or experience talking to women, and you realized you didn't even know what you were going to say. When you go close you just stood there a few feet away from her. She noticed you out of the corner of her eye and stopped whaat she was doing and look right at you. She had this "well? what is it?" kind of look on her face, but she spoke politely and said "hello, can I help you with something? And for a few seconds you just stood there and stared at her with a blank expression on your face. 'God,' you think to yourself. 'I must look like the biggest creep.'

"Um, uh, hold on," you say. And then you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone.

When she sees it you notice her eyes going wide with a look of realization. That's a good sign, because that is consistent with the reaction you got before. You type in your password and go to your camera, and you point it at her, press play, and wait to see what she does. You don't feel nervous anymore since you feel confident that this is working and you are now in control of the situation. She just looks at you and the camera, and then around the rest of the park at the people who haven't noticed the two of you yet.

"I...uh.." she starts.

"Yes?" you ask.

"Well...I...uh...um..."

"Spit it out then," you say, putting on your "cocky porn guy" persona that you put on for Jessica.

"This is...a...uh...porn...shoot?" she asks.

"Yep," you say.

She starts to stutter again, but catches her self and takes a deep breath.

"Wow! Well, guess I just never thought I would ever end up here," she said.

"If I had a nickel for every time I heard that," you say, once again playing the part. Obviously this wasn't true.

She laughs at this, clearly a nervous laugh to ease the tension, but she laughs a little too loud and this draws a little bit of attention from other people, who the see you pointing the camera at her, and you assume that they can also inherently tell that you are a porn director from the way you are acting. She appears understandably worried by this and tries to compose herself.

"So, um, what exactly am I supposed to be doing? I mean, like, what kind of shoot is this?"

"It's a public casting video," you say. "You know, the ones where the guy picks up woman and asks her to go somewhere private and make a video with him. Have you ever watched porn before?"

"Yeah, I have," she replies. "But aren't those, like, fake? And doesn't he offer them money?"

"Yeah, but you're right, they are usually fake, so the money's fake too. And that's not the plot of this one. In this story I tell you I think you have a lot of potential and I can use my connections to help you get into the industry, which of course you are. In fact, the prospect excites you because you are such a slut."

"Really? Well, I guess if that's the story." Then after a pause. "So what now?"

"Now we go back to your place and you show me what you got?"

"Aren't you going to make me the offer first?"

"I just did."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess you did. Well, I live only a few blocks away. I walked here. But I really came here to work out and I just started."

"My time is very valuable," you say. "And you are not really selling the 'slut' image right now."

"Oh, um, sorry. I'm just not very used to this. So, um, please come back to my apartment with me. I would love to show you what I've got going on underneath this outfit. What that good?"

"Better," you say. "Now let's go."

She leads you back to her apartment. Along the way you keep the camera trained on her as she walks in those yoga pants, which accent her thighs and ass nicely. She is clearly a little offset by this as you aren't being very subtle about it. There's no need to be.

"You are very beautiful," you say. "And sexy."

"Thank you," she says, trying to put on a smile. Then she looks around to see if anyone is watching her being filmed for a porno.

"What's your name, by the way?" you ask.

"Oh, sorry, it's Maryanne. Maryanne Frost. And your's?"

You tell her your name and you shake her hand with one hand while filming her chest with the other.

Eventually, you both arrive at her apartment and she takes the keys out of her running pack and lets you in.

"Well, here we are."

She opens the door to reveal an apartment a little bigger than yours, but much more organized and well furnished. And seemly not the type of apartment that belongs to just one person, judging by the contents.

"Do you live alone?" you say as you realize your fort to ask this question earlier but you were to detracted with filming her thighs and toned stomach. But that didn't bother you as fantasies of a threesome flooded your brain.

"No," she says. "I live with my boyfriend."

And with that those fantasies immediately fizzled out.

"Oh," you say.

"But he's not here right now. He said he was going out, I don't remember where."

"Does he do that often? Leave and not tell you where he's going, that is?"

"No, not really."

"Why?"

"I mean, look at me," she says, gesturing towards her body. "I'm a pretty blond with a fit body. Why would he sleep with another woman and risk losing me, when he has me?"

"Fair point," you say. "Speaking of which, how about you show me a little some of that?"

'Geez, when did I ever talk like this?' you ask yourself in your head. 'This camera is giving me a power trip. Oh, but the way.'

"Actually, can I ask you a question?" you ask.

"You just did," she says. "But sure, go ahead."

"First of all, you think, uh, know that I am a porn director, just from he camera, right?"

"Yeah, I did. I wouldn't have figured you for the type, but I connected the dots when you started filming."

"And how do you feel about it being a cell phone and not a professional camera?"

"Well to be honest, and I don't mean to offend you..."

"No offense taken, go ahead."

"Okay, well it's kinda lame. When you hear of a porn shoot, you think of a who production, or at least a cameraman, you know. The phone is kind of dinky."

"Yeah, I've gotten that complaint before. But what about any other camera, would that make you feel any different?"

"If you mean would it make me feel like I was shooting something professional, then yes. This feels like amateur porn."

"That's no exactly what I meant. Like, is the phone?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if someone else was holding my phone and pointing it at you? What would you assume then?"

"I suppose that would depend."

"Depend on what?"

"On whether or not you are directing. Like I said, I could tell that you were a director, but if was some other guy I would think he was a creep. It's funny I actually thought that you were another guy trying to ask me out when you came up to me. But I guess if some other guy was filming the two of us then i would know you are a director."

"With my phone."

"What?"

"Is it that he is filming is with my phone that would give it away?"

"No, it was you."

"But you said that you didn't realize who I was until I pulled out my phone."

"Oh that, well it was more like YOU were filming me, not the fact that you were using your phone."

"So I could use another camera, and you will respect my authority as director?"

"Yeah, sure. I would prefer it actually."

"Really?"

"Just in that it would feel more professional. I respect you now. I just think the phone makes it feel amateurish, you know. No offense, again."

"None taken. But what if it was another phone?"

"Wow, you are full of questions, aren't you? Are all your shoots like this?"

"Sorry," you say, and you press stop of the recording, and while you are at it you check on the battery 78%. "We can probably keep the camera off for this part." You alas take this moment to look check on the battery, as it wasn't fully charged when you left this morning. It says 78%. 'That's fine," you think.

"As long as you answer honestly please," you continue.

"Of course," she says. "Um, I'm sorry what was your question?"

"What was my question?" you ask aloud, but then you remember. "Oh! What if it was another phone i was using?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what if it was... your phone?"

"My phone? Why would you use my phone?"

"Just suppose I wanted to shoot this one on your phone."

"I think I'd need reason why."

"Because my phone is running out of battery. And I don't want it to die halfway through."

"Well then I would think that you are even more unprofessional that I thought."

"But that's an even better angle!" you make up on the spot. "Imagine my filming you with you down phone, which you hand to me to film your audition. And you'll just send me a copy later. We'll make a part of the story. In this business you gotta improvise, stay on your toes."

"I guess that's fair. Let's see," she pulls her phone out of her pack and hands it to you."

"What's the password?" you ask.

"Oh, I'll just open it for you."

"No," you say, testing her. "We can afford to have me get locked out during the shoot. You'd better tell me now."

"Um, okay, I guess," she says uncertainly. "It's 1-2-5-7-9-8."

You enter the code and it works! You now had complete access to her phone and she just let you have it. And now you knew that it wasn't;t just the phone, it was you. Or at least a combination of you and some sort of camera.

"It that all of our questions?" she asks while you find the camera app. On the way you notice the messages app and get some ideas, but that will come later. For now, you find the camera app and open it.

"Yes," you reply. "Thank you so much, you have been so much more cooperative than the last actor I asked questions to."

"You're welcome, now can we hurry this along. I don't know how long my boyfriend is going to be out, or when he's gonna be back."

"Oh, that's good," you say. "Use that baby. We are going to fuck for a sex tape audition in your boyfriend's apartment, and he could come back at any minute. And action!"

She composes herself for the scene, but you look at the screen to check the shot and notice that she it looking slightly off to the right.

"Look here," you director with your finger. "Look at the lens. Not at me."

"Oh, right," she says. "Sorry."

"So we are in your apartment," you say.

"Yes," she says. "Well, not entirely."

"What do you mean?" you ask coyly.

"Well, it's not JUST my apartment."

"You mean you have a sexy roommate that's into threesomes?"

"No," she laughs. "I have a boyfriend."

"You have boyfriend?" you ask as if you didn't know. "Then what are we doing here."

"Well, I mean," she rolls her eyes. "He doesn't have to find out."

'God, she's good,' you think to yourself.

"Well where is he?"

"He's out."

"Out where."

"Oh, you know, just around."

"Busy?"

"Maybe."

"We better hope so."

"Yeah, I guess be better."

"Anyway," you say. "I heard you say you have something to show me."

"Yes, I do," she says. She points to the couch. "Why don't you sit over there and I will show you?"

"Alright," you say.

You sit on the couch and aim her phone camera up at her. She walks over and stands right in front of you and begins stripping. You try your best to capture it with the phone as she takes off the sport bra firs, revealing her nice firm tits, which she squeezes and flicks the nipples for effect. Then she turns around, kicks off her shoes and bends over as she peels the tight yoga pants down her legs, making you wish she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. She was though, but you couldn't complain as her ass was in your face while she finished taking off the pants and her socks. Then she turns around to face you and pulls down the panties, but only halfway, stopping halfway down her thighs, letting her panties just hand there while you and the camera got an eyeful of her shaved pussy.

"How old are you, by the way?" you ask.

"Oh, I'm 23," she says in a sultry voice.

Then she takes tiny little steps while standing in place, sawing her hips side to side, dropping the panties inch by inch down her legs until they reach the point of no return around her knees and just drop to the floor, where she then picks them up with her toes and brings them up to her hands, where she plays with them, stretching them, and then hooks them with her fingers in the elastic and then flings them just over the camera.

'Damn she's good,' you think to yourself.

"You're really good at this," you say aloud.

She laughs. "Thank you," she says. "I work very hard to be sexy for my boyfriend, but now I'm thinking, why just limit myself to him? Why not let everyone have a slice?" You love the way she holds the "s" on slice.

She starts to reach down and gets on her knees. Then she places her hands on your crotch, and you thank God that you jerked off that morning, or else you might've just came in your pants right then and there. Then she sinks her fingers into your waistband and pulls them down, letting your hard cock spring upwards, where it stands a few inches from her face. She keeps her head down, close to your pelvis, where the camera can get a good angle if it right in front of her face. She leans forward and presses her face against it, where it touches her cheek. You can feel her breathing on it.

Then she began the blowjob.

At first you weren't sure if she was telling the truth or just playing it up for the camera when she talked about being sexy for her boyfriend. Now you were certain that she was telling the truth. This was a woman who had taken the time to teach herself how to treat a dick. She knew just what to do and where and when. Where to lick, where to suck, when to look up and you and make direct eye contact. And she knew she was good too. She saw your face behind the camera, enjoying yourself, and she winked and slid her tongue from the base of your shaft to the the tip of your head where she paused and played with it, cradling it and even batting it around a little with her tongue while she smiled and laughed at how much pleasure she was giving you. It was heaven.

And that was before even getting to the deep-throating.

Yes. She could deep-throat.

She leaned her head forward and started to go downwards on your shaft.

And then she just kept going.

It was the greatest magic trick you had ever seen (in person, that is. That Penn and Teller bullet catch blew your mind when you first saw that video. Sorry for including a joke here. We'll get back to the blowjob now). More and more of your cock kept disappearing behind her lips until there was just no more cock to take! You would have believed that thad vanished into thin air if you couldn't feel the warmth of her throat gripping your shaft. And she stayed there for a few seconds, holding her breath. And then she rolled her eyes back and pulled her head off her cock, gasping for air. Leaning so far back she nearly fell over, which she didn't by counterbalancing and pulling herself forwards until her face landed on your cock once more.

"Oh. My. God," you groaned.

"Uh-huh," she said, licking your balls while she jerked off your now well-lubricated shaft with her hand. "You like that baby?" she asked.

"Yes," you said. You normally hated when the guy talked in porn, but now you understood why.

"Good," she said.

And then without warning she stood up and slid herself down on top of you. You quickly had to adjust the camera to suit this new angle. The good thing was, since you were aimed down her head before, you were certain you go a clear shot of the cock going into pussy But now you had to get a good shot of her face and tits as she bounced on top of your cock, which obviously felt great.

The only unfortunate downside was that you didn't last long enough to capture footage of her from behind. You would have loved to have seen her ass in reverse cowgirl or to fuck her on her hand and knees on the floor in doggy-style. But a man can only take so much. Thankfully you managed to last a few minutes inside her before you blew your load.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," you said.

"Oh yeah," she said, riding you faster. "You're gonna cum? You're gonna cum for me baby? Cum, cum inside of me. Cum inside me baby. Give me your cum!"

She even knew to slow down just a little, but just a little, when you climaxed. Letting her pussy milk the cum out of you with each stroke. She kept going until your cock had stopped twitching, and then she just sat there on top you you with you inside of her.

"Wow," you said.

She heard you and laughed.

"Did I pass the audition?" she asked.

You caught this on camera and then pressed stop.

'And cut," you said. "That's a wrap."

She pulled herself off of you while you tried to recover.

"That was fun," she said. "I think I'm going to like doing porn."

"Good job," you said. "Is that what your boyfriend gets?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "Once a week."

"You're joking."

"Nope."

"Well that was probably the best sex I've ever had."

"That's high praise from someone in your profession. Yeah, I figured that if I was going to make my porn debut, I might as well bring my best."

"Well, you brought it."

"Do you mind if I clean up in the bathroom?"

"No, go ahead. Wait, you're on the pill, right?"

"Ha! Of course silly. I told you. Once. A. Week."

She picked up her clothes and walked down the hall. You heard a door close, and you were left to sit with yourself in this woman's apartment.

"Goddamn," you said aloud to yourself. "If I got to dump a load in that pussy once a week, I might die of happiness."

'Wait, I could do that,’ you thought to yourself.

You looked down at the phone in your hand. With this power, you could theoretically do exactly what you just described. Which also brings to mind that thing you thought of earlier. You unlocked her phone once more, which had shutoff by now, and you added your number to the contacts list. You listed your name as just "The Director". And then you sent the video you just took to your number and saw that on your phone you received it. Then you went into her contacts list and found her boyfriend. You could tell that it was him by the other photos of the two of hem together on her camera roll, and then you began a new message and inserted the video of you filling his really hot girlfriend with cum.

You held her phone in your hand and considered what you were about to do, and then did it anyway. You pressed send and saw that it was delivered, but the boyfriend's phone had notifications silenced, so he wouldn't see it for a while. Then you deleted the copy off of her phone and turned it off, leaving it on the couch.

You stood up and zipped up your pants just Maryanne came back into the room. You check to make sure you are zipped up and that you have your phone and nothing else is missing. Your dick is still intact.

"Well, I think I'll be going now," you say.

"That's it? Just a quick pump and dump?" she asks in a teasing way.

"Why did you have something else in mind?"

"Nope, thank's for the cum."

"Anytime," you say with a salute.

You exit out of the door and into the hall with your balls empty and when you get back down onto the street you immediately head for home. You decide you have had enough fun for today, both to satisfy your curiosity and your other, more physical needs. You knew, mostly how this thing worked, and you worked a woman so perfect you could dream about her. What more could a man ask for?