The Cameraman's Bonus

When an amateur videographer meets up with an old school acquaintance, he quickly gets hired to shoot homemade porn films. He also gets an unexpected bonus!

I, Ben Stillman, never really had much interest in still photography. I never joined the camera club in my high school, and, unlike most of my camera-happy relatives, I never took photos for personal reasons or to save in albums. It just wasn’t my thing to do. I had other hobbies to occupy my spare time.

However, once digital movie cameras became widely available to the public, my attitude changed. I enjoyed taking motion pictures at all sorts of events, especially amateur sports competitions involving my sister’s young children. They became wonderful keepsakes that captured a time and place that they could relive anytime once they got older. When my neighbor was about to be married, she coerced me to act as an amateur videographer at the ceremony. She really liked how my work turned out and recommended me to various friends who were also getting married. I got a couple of paid gigs out of it. I had found a new and potentially lucrative new sideline!

When I was 26 years old, I reconnected with a casual buddy I had known not especially well throughout my school days. His name was Christopher (Chris) Adkins. We renewed our acquaintanceship at a kids’ soccer game where my nephew was playing. As usual, I had brought along my camera to capture the exciting action for my sister’s family archives. Despite having little interest in soccer or any other sport, Chris served as sort of an assistant coach; his next-door neighbor was the team’s official coach. Solely as a favor to him, Chris tagged along with him at games to make sure the seven- and eight-year-old boys stayed well hydrated and in the right place.

At halftime, Chris recognized and approached me. To be totally honest, I don’t think I would have recognized him. I told him I was present to record my nephew who was wearing #9 for the blue team. After a bit of small talk, Chris asked me if I considered myself to be a capable videographer. I told him I was at least a decent amateur who had been paid twice to film weddings. My answer seemed to pique his interest in my hobby. The brief halftime was nearing its end and he had to get back to the passel of boys on the green team before any of them scurried away, so Chris asked for my telephone number so he could later “discuss a special project that required a competent cameraman.” He said he’d call me later that night. Sure enough, about two hours later, my phone rang. What I heard from him was rather extraordinary and unexpected.

Chris, who was the mild-mannered manager of an upscale furniture shop by day, was trying to establish himself in the world of adult films during his off hours! He owned a new website called MadMaxxx on which he intended to post his homemade porno films. (Chris explained the website’s name derived from his middle name being Maxwell.) For the past two weeks, Chris had tried to make amateur skin flicks starring himself and two girls who had answered his classified ad in the local newspaper. It said, “Looking to hire young, attractive women interested in doing explicit sex scenes on film. Excellent pay! Experience not necessary.”

So far, he had made two such films—which ended up being disasters because he had shot them with a camera mounted on a tripod while he was having carnal fun with the females. They were so substandard that he dared not post either one, so MadMaxx presently was a website with no contents. Technical issues were to blame. For some reason, the camera lost focus, or the sexual activity was off-center, or the sex scenes were not recorded well enough for anyone to want to pay to watch Chris’ films. However, instead of giving up on his dream, Chris wanted to hire a capable cameraman to shoot him having sex with young, willing females. He wanted to know if I was interested in being that cameraman, informing me I would be paid an unspecified but allegedly generous amount by the hour if I accepted the job and did well at it. I did not say yes to Chris’ offer, but I did not say no, either. We agreed to meet at a specific coffee shop the following evening at 8 o’clock to discuss his plan. Of course, given the delicate subject matter, we sat far out of earshot of other customers.

Chris, who was 26 years old, too, told me a bit of his life story since I had last seen him in high school. He was divorced, having escaped from a short, very unhappy marriage that featured both him and his wife having numerous affairs. His spouse got remarried very quickly, thus freeing Chris from alimony payments. He also kept his house and had converted most of the rec room into a studio for his homemade porn flicks over the last two months. We ended up going there after finishing our beverages so I could look things over.

Within a few moments of my seeing the set-up, I gathered that Chris was quite good with the technical aspects of producing videos; it was just the artistic aspect of them that Chris was sorely lacking. He showed me the unpublished videos of his two failed attempts. I had to agree with him. It was the other way for me. My technological know-how was almost zero, but I seemed to instinctively know what angles to shoot from to capture the best way of presenting something—whether it was a wedding, a kids’ soccer game, or whatever else caught my fancy. “Hey,” Chris noted, “if we combine our strengths and work together to erase our weaknesses, I think we could make a good production team.” His next scheduled female co-star was scheduled to show up the following night at 10 p.m. I told him I’d be there to give it a try. Who would have predicted that I’d ever be part of the porn industry—even offscreen?

I arrived at 9:30 p.m. Chris had prepared three cameras on tripods and a hand-held camera for me. Offscreen I would interview the girl while she was still clothed—and then while she was in the process of disrobing. Chris said he’d edit out my voice in post-production and replace it with his own. This meant I did not have to worry about my voice being recognized by anyone. Chris gave me a clipboard that held a sheet of general questions. I could stick to it entirely or venture into uncharted waters if the girl’s answers were especially good or quirky in some way. At 9:55 she arrived. Her name was Arianna. She was not what I was expecting at all. Anyone could see she was closer to 40 years old than 20. Moreover, she was not much of a looker and slightly overweight. She politely asked to use the washroom before we started the shooting. Chris escorted her to where it was.

When Arianna could not hear me, I asked Chris how she got the job to perform in a porn flick with him.
“Simple. She answered my classified ad,” he said. “This is the first time I’ve seen her in person. We had just spoken over the phone when I offered her the job. She said she needed the money. I’m going to pay her $250. She said that amount was just fine. The previous two girls got $1,000 each, so Arianna is quite a bargain.”

I honestly wondered if anyone would want to pay to see this woman have sex. Chris knew what was going through my mind, and added, “You’d be surprised, Ben. There’s a demand in porn for just about any type of girl’s body type you can imagine: tall, short, busty, flat-chested, middle age, fat, skinny. You name a type of girl, and I guarantee someone is interested in seeing her perform sexual acts for the camera. This one told me she’s a bit of an exhibitionist who has always wanted to give pornography a try. How could I say no to that?”

When Arianna returned, she sat on the edge of the bed. She seemed quite relaxed, so I turned on all four cameras and began to ask her some of the interview questions that Chris had prepared. She unabashedly said she was 38 years old, loved having sex with just about anyone who possessed male genitalia, and constantly fantasized about random people watching her get fucked! I found her answers to be so refreshingly out of the ordinary that I bypassed the tame questions about her hometown at where she went to school. I promptly focused on the exhibitionist in her.

At one point, Arianna bluntly stated, “One day I want to screw the starting nine players of a pro baseball team—one right after the other. I think that would be an awesome experience!”

“National League or American League?” I asked flippantly. Based on the quizzical look on her face, I don’t think she understood that light-hearted question. Therefore, I figured we’d had enough small talk from Arianna. I decided it was time to get down to business. Shortly thereafter, I instructed her to undress as sexily as possible for the camera. As I zoomed in on Arianna’s saggy boobs, Chris was standing just outside of camera range, preparing himself for his scene. He was naked and tugging on his dick to get a respectable hardon before entering the picture
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Arianna was certainly an enthusiastic actress for a newcomer to porn! She got right to work by kneeling and joyfully sucking on Chris’ hard penis. For added measure, she licked his testicles as she jerked on his rigid shaft. I began to move to various locations to get perfect shots that only a handheld camera could get. To my surprise, I was getting aroused watching Chris and Arianna copulating a few feet from where I was standing. My dick was as hard as it had ever been in my life.

After about 15 minutes of vigorous fucking from several positions, Chris announced, “Oh, yes! I’m going to come any second now!” I didn’t know if that was just a general remark or a specific instruction uttered by Chris for me to prepare for a closeup of his dick when he shot his load. I assumed it was the latter. Chris pulled out and fired his hot goo on Arianna’s belly and tits. It was accompanied by a lustful moan. Chris was proud of his work. Apparently, Arianna seemed quite content, too, as she picked up a glob of jism with the fingers on her right hand and dropped it onto her tongue. Chris took note. He tacitly interpreted that act as permission to put his dripping phallus back into Arianna’s mouth so she could lick it clean. She opened her mouth to my handheld camera to show what had become of Chris’ sexy deposit.

I was shooting a final longshot of Arianna lying on the bed with a pool of cum on her torso, when she said to me, “Mr. Cameraman, judging by the obvious bulge in your pants, you look horny. Do you want to fuck me, too?”

The question had come totally out of left field, so I did not know how to respond. Chris did, however. “Opportunity is knocking, my friend!” he declared. “Drop your pants and give dear Arianna what she wants! I’ll take charge of the handheld camera and do the filming while you fuck her!”

For some reason, I did not hesitate to agree. Arianna wiped her body clean of Chris’ cum with some moist cloths as I quickly disrobed. I needed no foreplay, nor was it desired by Arianna. My penis was fully erect so I just climbed aboard her and shoved it inside her pussy. It wasn’t a tight fit at all—that would have shocked me!—but her vagina was a warm and inviting place to give my dick a solid workout. After about four minutes, we assumed a side-by-side “spoons” position for our screwing. That allowed me to play with her floppy tits as I penetrated her with gusto. About a minute after that, I could feel the unmistakable tingling sensation of an approaching orgasm. I pulled out of Arianna and shot a huge load of cum onto the small of her back just above her bum. It felt absolutely great to do that!

“What a superb climax to this film!” exclaimed Chris, “Wow! We had a delayed threesome! Ben, I hope I got a closeup of your cum shot on the handheld camera.”

Then the realization hit me that I was an actual actor in porn films rather than just someone who was paid to do tasks behind the scenes. “Geez, Chris,” I said with more than a bit of concern. “I guess I got caught up in the moment when Arianna asked me to fuck her, too. We can edit that out of the film in post-production.”
“No way, Ben!” Chris insisted. “That was a terrific way to finish despite it being unplanned. Who’s ever heard of the cameraman in a porn film screwing the female to end it? The novelty of it all makes it work. It’s definitely staying in the final cut of the film! Porn fans will be startled and amused by it for sure.”

Arianna collected her promised $250. Chris gave her a $50 bonus because she was so amiable about everything, so she actually pocketed #300. I went home shortly thereafter, but Chris apparently spent most of the night excitedly putting the final product together using shots from all four cameras. He relied on my handheld camera’s shots for about 80 percent of the final version. With some clever editing, and the addition of Arianna’s interview, Chris expanded the video to a smidgen more than 23 full minutes of running time. He was tempted to post it to his website that very night, but he wisely thought my input was needed before he declared the editing to be complete.

The next day we did get together and I made only a few minor suggestions which Chris happily accepted. I was pleased to see that my face had been obscured during my five minutes of fucking Arianna…as had Chris’ face for his longer appearance. He had also dubbed my voice with his for the interview segment with Arianna at the beginning of the film. Chris feigned a British accent not especially well, which made him sound like a cross between a German and a South African. Nevertheless, it worked. With his fingers crossed, Chris posted his premiere video on his website and immediately informed a sponsor he had lined up. (It was a company that offered a hookup service for people only interested in one-night stands rather than romance.) The website had garnered more than 3,000 hits within its first six hours of operation. That impressive stat served to attract a few more new sponsors. By the end of its initial 24 hours in business, Chris Adkins’ MadMaxxx website had earned nearly $1,100 in ad revenue. He handed me three $100 banknotes for my work. That was at least thrice what I had expected to be paid.

When I told him I thought I was being overcompensated, Chris just shook his head strongly. “Not at all,” he told me as he literally patted me on the back. “It’s for excellence in services rendered—even the excellence of your surprise cameo appearance as the film’s horny cameraman! Come back three nights from now and make another $300, Ben. Perhaps it will be more.”

“Will I be a surprise sexual participant again…or just a lowly cameraman and advisor as I thought we had planned?” I asked Chris with a cheeky grin.

“That all depends on what Dini says,” Chris replied. “I like the idea of the cameraman participating in the sex. It’s a fun angle to pursue. Dini is the next girl on the roster. From what I gather, Dini is allegedly 24 years old and a natural beauty. At least, that’s what she told me over the phone the other day. When she gets here, I’ll run it by her as part of the interview segment to gauge her opinion.

“Whatever she says is alright by me,” I stated. That was a huge lie. Actually, as long as my face and voice were both edited out of all the final products, I had no objection to fucking random females for the benefit of the new MadMaxx website. In fact, I was all in favor of expanding my duties and responsibilities! The more beautiful the young women were, the better I was going to like having sex on camera with them.