Chapter 1 - Camerasexual

Max Caulfield’s public post, “Why pornography shouldn’t be considered art” had created quite a stir. She’d written it as a school essay, then uploaded it to the Internet after her English teacher encouraged her. The essay had gotten an A in class, but all it got online was angry comments from trolls. 

“bitch porn is the most artistic shit there is lol white bitch”

“if u dont like wacthing porn try acting it”

“PUSSY IN BIO”

Max deleted the comments and blocked the trolls as fast as she could. She almost deleted the next message that came in, except all of the words were spelled right, which was unusual. 

Hi Max,

Great essay! We’re inspired by it and want to open a dialogue with you. Why don’t you come down to our studio tomorrow afternoon with your camera and see if your artistic eye can elevate our product?

Bayfuckers

Max looked up Bayfuckers. They were a porn studio that specialized in fucking local girls, including some recent graduates of Blackwell Academy. Max was alarmed to see some girls she’d looked up to when she was younger were plastered on the front page of their website, their faces plastered in cum. It definitely wasn’t art. 

On the other hand, this was the first photography job she’d ever been offered. Mr. Jefferson said the number one rule of making a living as an artist was to never say no. And it wasn’t like Mr. Jefferson had an ulterior motive for telling girls to never say no, right?

This wasn’t just her first gig. This could be her big break. What if she got famous for elevating porn to art and was invited to art shows in San Francisco and New York?

Fine, she wrote back. See you tomorrow.

Max showed up at the agreed time the next day with her camera around her neck and skepticism written all over her face. Surprisingly, the people who worked at the porn studio were normal and friendly. There were even women working there. One showed Max to the area where the shoot was happening. The director was setting things up when she walked in.

“Hi, Max,” he said enthusiastically, shaking her hand. Max was relieved it wasn’t sticky. “We’re going to have you play director today. Maybe you can elevate our porn into art.”

He showed Max how the camera worked and sat her in the director’s chair.

“Cool to the Max,” Max said, then immediately cringed inside. “Uh, I mean, when do the porn stars arrive?”

That question was answered by the arrival of the actors and actresses. First a couple of guys walked in and took their clothes off. Max tried to look anywhere but at their dicks.

She wondered who the actress was. Max hoped it wasn’t someone she knew. That would be so awkward.

“Hi, sorry we’re late!” a confident female voice called out behind her. Max turned around and saw who’d just walked in. Her jaw dropped.

Strutting into the room wearing high-waist jeans, killer boots, and a stunning blue feather from one ear was the prettiest blonde girl Max had ever seen.

“Rachel AMBER?” Max exclaimed. “You’re telling me the most popular, beautiful girl in all of Arcadia Bay does porn?”

Rachel laughed. “Hey, Max. No, I don’t do porn. Hey, Chloe, come on in.”

Max’s mouth opened so wide that she looked like a prime candidate for porn herself. She stared as Chloe Price walked in behind Rachel, wearing torn jeans, a leather jacket, and the trademark cap over her bright blue hair.

“CHLOE?” Max shrieked. “You do porn?”

“Max?” Chloe said. “You direct porn?”

“Uh….”

“Uh….”

“Chloe! What’s going on?”

“Sorry, Max. Weed doesn’t pay for itself.”

“Chloe hasn’t done porn yet,” Rachel said, clearly seeing nothing weird about this. She grabbed Chloe’s hand and tugged her toward the set. “But I know she’s going to be great.”

“They’re going to pay us, right?” Chloe said, looking nervously at the pair of dicks attached to the men on set. 

“They’re going to pay you, because you’re the one getting fucked.” Rachel smacked Chloe’s ass and pushed her onto the set. “Get those clothes off. Come on, Max, you’re the director, aren’t you?”

“Uh, um, I mean, yeah, totally,” Max said. She was still trying to figure out how she’d gotten roped into this. “Uh…action?” 

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Wow, really authoritative. Okay, Chloe, that cock won’t be hard forever. Get those tits out and start sucking so that we can get paid.”

Chloe seemed more responsive to Rachel than to Max’s words. She took her jacket off, then her tank top, exposing a black bra.

“Tits out, sister!” Rachel whooped.

“Uh, yes, please expose the breasts,” Max said as professionally as she could.

Chloe rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide the blush creeping up her face as she undid her bra and let her tits out. Max made sure the camera was centered on them. “Um, uh…do sexy things?” she suggested.

“Get a dick in your mouth!” Rachel clapped on every word.

 “Could you and your penis get on camera?” Max asked one of the guys. He stepped up, his hard penis throbbing in front of Chloe, who looked at it with nervous anticipation. “And, um…fuck, please! Sex?”

“Chloe, get that cock in your mouth right now, bitch!” Rachel cheered.

“Remind me why I agreed to this again?” Chloe said, but her sarcastic tone didn’t disguise the way her eyes were glued to his cock. Making a big show of rolling her eyes and appearing like she could take it or leave it, she sank down to her knees and put her hand on his cock.

“Look up at him while you go down on him!” Rachel said enthusiastically.

“Um, yes, eye contact, please?” Max said, cringing a little. She was not used to the idea of telling her best friend how to fuck a guy on camera.

Luckily, it wasn’t that complicated. Chloe’s pretty blue eyes looked great on the camera screen as she jerked him off. They looked even better when Rachel urged her to start sucking dick. Chloe wrapped her lips around the porn star’s cock, beginning to move her mouth and fist up and down his shaft, making wet spitting noises as she loudly slurped his cock.

Chloe didn’t seem to be an expert on sucking dick, but with Rachel guiding her, she got the hang of it. It was difficult at first. The porn star had a big dick, but everyone always said that Chloe had a big mouth. She pushed her face as far down the length of his cock as she could get it. Then he grabbed her blue har and put his other hand under her chin and helped cram the rest of his cock into her mouth until his balls were slapping her chin with each thrust. 

“GLURK GLURK GLURK GLURK GLURK!” Chloe said in what was either an impressive display of voice acting from an amateur porn actress or real choking from a first-time facefucked teen. 

“That’s it, Chloe,” Rachel said, putting a hand on the back of Chloe’s head and helping to keep her throat impaled on his cock. “Just suck away until he cums in your throat! Get us paid, Price!”

“MMMGH!”

It did seem like the guy fucking Chloe’s face was about to bust a nut down Max’s best friend’s throat. “Wait!” she said, realizing suddenly. “It’ll look better on camera if he cums on her face!”

Rachel shot her a pouty look, but the guy plowing Price’s piehole listened to her. He yanked his cock out of Chloe’s mouth and started jacking off. In just a moment he was busting all over Chloe’s face, splattering her face with thick, gooey ropes of cum like he’d spilled half-cooked egg white all over her face. Chloe spluttered and tried not to open her mouth or her eyes as he finished wringing out drops of cum onto her face.

Max released the breath she’d been holding in. Chloe’s facial looked great on camera! Despite her nerves, her directorial decision had been the right one. She could bring art to porn after all!

With newfound confidence, Max sat up straighter in her chair and started giving instructions. “Chloe, get your jeans off so he can fuck you, okay?”

“Can I wipe his fucking ballbatter off my face first?” Chloe complained.

“No, it’s more aesthetic if he plows you with his semen still on your face.”

Chloe grumbled and began taking off her jeans. Max turned to Rachel. “Hey, since you’re on set, how about you get out of those clothes and onto the other guy’s dick?”

“Uh, Max, I’m just here to give Chloe some moral support….”

Normally, Max would have listened to Rachel’s request to not get plowed on camera by some random big-dicked porn male for the entire Internet to see. But Max had been consumed by her sense of her own artistic power. She spoke with a confidence and assertiveness that was totally unlike the normally shy and mousey hipster that took photos of deer at Blackwell.

“Rachel, the camera demands your ass,” Max said. “I need you out of those clothes and on top of a cock for the sake of the shot.”

Rachel was used to giving the orders, not taking them, but Max in the director’s seat had an unexpected aura of authority. She began undressing, her eyes on the cock of the porn star in front of her. In just a minute, she and Chloe were both on their knees, naked and nervously facing the camera, the two men behind them, prodding their dicks against their unprotected cunts.

“Girls, eyes up here to meet the camera,” Max instructed, her gaze on the screen in front of her. “Look sexy, big smiles, wave those asses like you want those dicks. Can I get you both to say, ‘We’re from Arcadia Bay, and we’re here to get Bayfucked’? Guys, be ready to penetrate on cue.”

Rachel and Chloe could barely even think about the line they were supposed to say with the feeling of a dick about to penetrate each of them. They responded to Max’s authoritative art instruction like a pair of needy sluts eager to please anyone who could tell them what to do.

“We’re from Arcadia Bay, and we’re here to get Bayfuck!” they mewled. On the last word, the porn stars rammed their dicks into the cunts. Chloe moaned and worked her hips back, her eyes changing. Rachel’s blonde hair bounced around her shoulders as she got fucked, her voice coming out in rapid, high-pitched gasps.

Max directed the recorded ravaging of Arcadia Bay’s two hottest teenage girls with the confidence and poise of a professional porn director. She made sure their eyes were on the camera when they weren’t looking back at the dicks pounding them or gazing at each other with slutty expressions. She helped time the thrusts of the porn stars so that Rachel and Chloe were either moaning in unison or in alternating beats. Under her gaze, the camera captured everything about the way their tits swung back and forth as they got pounded, the way Rachel let out a full-bodied shudder, the way Chloe bit her cum-glazed lip. With simple cues, she timed a slap against Rachel’s ass, a yank of Chloe’s short blue hair. They switched positions at a gesture from her, pulling the cock-loving teens up into the air by their arms to have them bounce cowgirl-style on the hard dicks filling their tight, wet cunts. Rachel and Chloe rode the cocks like wannabe strippers auditioning for the pole.

Max was loving this. Chloe looked and sounded incredible with a dick inside her, and Rachel was unbelievably hot, an absolute sex goddess on camera. She wanted to film them for hours. But all good things had to come to an end, and the guys plowing Rachel and Chloe just couldn’t last in their warm pussies. Max had to make a fast decision as to the most artistic ways for them to finish in or on the two teen sluts.

Max decided that it would be too simple to simply have the guys finish symmetrically in their pussies. That was the obvious choice for an amateur artist, but her vision was more daring now. She had the guy fucking Rachel pull out so that she could kneel in front of him next to Chloe, who was still bouncing on the dick in her, both of them oriented toward the camera.

“Tongue out, eyes up, lots of begging, submit to dick, you need cum to live!” Max prompted Rachel. “Chloe, keep moaning! Guys, try to bust on my signal.”

“Please cum on my face, Daddy!” Rachel pleaded. Chloe made sounds like a car trying to start next to her. They both got what they wished for when Max cued the porn actors to cum. Rachel’s gorgeous hazel eyes were suddenly painted over as a sticky wad of cum plapped her in the face. Chloe squealed at the same time, her cunt visibly quivering around the cock cumming inside of her.

The guys were finished, but the shoot wasn’t. With cum dripping down Rachel’s face and out of Chloe’s pussy, Max had them both smile up at the camera, making peace signs with their hands.

“We’ve been Bayfucked!” they both exclaimed. 

“Cut!” Max said. “Great work, girls.”

“Max, what the hell was that?” Chloe said angrily.

“That was art,” Max said proudly. “Also, you enjoyed the fuck out of that, so quit complaining.”

“Can we shoot a sequel tomorrow?” Rachel moaned, her fingers working over her pussy like an overexcited window-washer.

The video was uploaded to the Internet that evening. Max was thrilled to witness her directorial debut in real time. The comments began flooding in.

“these yt bitches fukc good”

“fake”

“A daring artistic vision from a soon-to-be renowned pornographic auteur Maxine Caulfield. The camerawork is second to none, and the performances she evokes from local sluts Rachel Amber and Chloe Price have to be seen to be believed. This is a must-watch experience for anyone interested in the artistic evolution of the pornographic medium.”

Max smiled. She’d finally made it.