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Viewfinder Voyeur

By Bria Gypsy

(M/F, M/F/M, ir)

“This is Paul,” Eddie said to his wife, introducing the man
standing before her.

“He’s a cameraman?” Yvonne asked looking at Paul and noting he
was scruffy and hadn’t shaved for a day or two.

Paul nodded.

“Eight years with ABN news team,” Paul replied.

He had worked for the news team but not as a cameraman. He’d done
a little camera work when the regulars were busy. Usually back
fill material.

“He understands what’s happening?" Yvonne asked glancing at her
husband.

“Sure…sure…he knows the basic drift is,” Eddie replied with a
look of annoyance his wife was questioning his judgment.

“OK…just so long as he knows he’s there to film and he doesn’t
get any ideas,” Yvonne said and looked pointedly at Paul. "And
for God’s sake get rid of that fluff on your face,” she said
sharply. "You look like a criminal on the lam.”

Paul blushed. Yvonne’s remark was a little close to home. He
wasn’t on the lam but he was on parole after eleven months in the
slammer for check fraud.

“We need to look professional about this,” she added glancing at
Eddie who was quietly fuming at his wife’s rudeness towards Paul.
“I’m off to get our star. I’ll see you there,” Yvonne said
nodding to Eddie and she left the house.

“Take no notice of Yvonne,” Eddie said with a forced chuckle.
"She means well…she just wants things to go well,” he said
smiling at Paul.

Eddie had met Paul in a seedy bar. They were two of four people
in the bar and got talking. Paul talked up his time working at
ABN cable network and soon Eddie was buying him beers and
quizzing him on his experience. It was Eddie that mentioned
camerawork; and Paul not wanting to lose his source of free
drinks went along with it making out he was better than he
actually was.

“I own a small production company,” Eddie had said, leaning in
close to Paul "Specializing in content for a mature audience,” he
had said. He skirted around the facts to see if Paul was
interested. Paul quickly guessed it was porn Eddie was alluding
to.

"I’m on the look out for a discrete camera operator,” Eddie had
said holding Paul’s gaze.

“Discrete I am,” Paul had replied quickly; excited what Eddie was
getting at.

And so it was that Eddie offered Paul $200 bucks for an
afternoon’s work filming. Eddie was director and Paul would shoot
the scenes as Eddie called them.

“Where is the studio?” Paul asked.

“Ah…well we go out on location,” Eddie replied. "In this case,
I’ve booked a suite at a Hampton Inn not far from here."

Paul knew what it would entail. Some woman putting out for a man,
or men, in some dowdy cheap hotel. Bad lighting and jerky
camerawork. He’d seen the stuff on the internet, packaged as home
movies. Semi-professional porn masquerading as husband watches
wife getting fucked. But still…he had no qualms if he was viewing
first-hand with the pretext of being the cameraman.

“I don’t want too many static shots," Eddie had said. “But I need
to keep an overview on proceedings which is why I can’t be the
cameraman as well…it’s too restrictive. Besides, I get to do a
few still shots for the album," he added with a leer.

Eddie had introduced him to his wife Yvonne as she was part of
the production team.

“Is she in the movie?” Paul had asked after the big brassy mature
blond woman had left.

“Not this time,” Eddie answered carefully. “She does….on
occasion…but not this time.”

Paul nodded his understanding. It was with a sense of relief.
Yvonne was big. Maybe fifty-five or sixty and she’d seen better
days. Dressed in her tight jeans and half open blouse she was
trying to be younger than she was and it wasn’t a good look; with
her broad ass and thick thighs in the tight jeans and her big
jugs half exposed in the blouse. Blotchy freckles on her cleavage
and her face with many lines in the usual places women age. He
wondered what she looked like naked and he shuddered at the
thought. Eddie was no spring chicken either but looked a little
younger than his wife.

Eddie ran Paul through on the camera. It was a typical Sony
semi-professional unit. Quite expensive in its own right and Paul
was delighted how his past limited association with these things
came back. After an hour or so Eddie was congratulating Paul on
his camerawork. They videoed static scenes in Eddies run down
house. Playing with lighting so Paul got the hang of how much
light was required. He had seen bad porn camera work where the
money shots were cloaked in the shadowy gloom of the models’ legs
and crotch because of bad lighting and cameras winding up the
exposure to compensate; making grainy almost unrecognizable
pictures. Early in the afternoon they set off for the hotel Eddie
had booked.

“We have to get the lights in inside these suitcases,” he said as
they loaded his battered old jeep. “Don’t want the hotel knowing
what we’re doing. We need to look like legitimate guests.”

On arrival Eddie went and checked in. Paul helped carry the
suitcases with the lights and camera packed inside and they went
to the room. Eddie went about the job of setting up the extension
tripods and mounting the lights quickly and with obvious
knowledge of what was needed. There was a reflecting screen on a
tripod that made up quite large from a relatively small folded
state. Soon he was satisfied and he asked Paul top do some static
shots. After Paul had moved about the room they viewed the scenes
on a laptop Eddie set up in the bathroom off the single room
containing the large king-size bed.

"I think we’re ready,” Eddie said grinning at Paul.

He went to the bedside phone and dialed a number.

"We’re ready,” he said simply.

He listened for a moment at something the person on the other end
said and then hung up.

"They’re upstairs,” he said to Paul.

Paul was surprised they had obviously booked two rooms. Soon
there was a knock on the door and Eddie opened it and ushered
Yvonne and a younger woman with long brown hair inside. The other
woman was slim and quite pretty; maybe early thirties. Her face
was smooth and clear and she was way better looking than Yvonne.

“This is Beth,” Eddie said introducing her to Paul.

Paul nodded and extended a hand and she took it and shook it
feebly. Paul sensed she wasn't entirely convinced about this. She
said nothing as Yvonne took charge and suggested they go into the
bathroom and get changed. Eddie went into the bathroom and
retrieved the laptop and set it up on the desk in the room.

“Make sure you don’t get this in shot,” he instructed to Paul.
“We don’t want any arty-farty video feedback or shit like that,”
he added with a chuckle.

The pair sat patiently on the bed and soon Yvonne came out,
closing the door behind her.

“Winston sent me a text…he’s almost here,” she said to Eddie. "I
gave him the room number and said come straight up.”

Eddie nodded and looked at Paul.

“We’ll start off and Yvonne will do a short voice-to camera, and
then we’ll pan onto our subject Winston, and she’ll ask him a few
questions.”

Paul nodded his understanding.

“Yvonne can sit on the end of the bed facing you and Winston off
to her left. Once she has asked the questions, she’ll introduce
Beth and Beth will enter from the bathroom,” Eddie continued.
“After that, let Winston take the lead and I’ll direct by hand
signals for the shots I want. The whole thing should be about
forty to fifty minutes…rarely an hour. Out of that we get about
fourteen or fifteen actual minutes of usable film. Plenty long
enough,” he added.

“Beth looks nervous,” Paul ventured.

“Don’t you worry about Beth,” Yvonne snapped. “She’s fine. Just a
little apprehensive…getting used to having people like you
around,” she added noting he hadn’t shaved as she had instructed
he should.

“And Winston’s a pro. He’s been in a few movies we’ve done,”
Eddie said reassuring Paul. “That’s why we let him lead. He knows
what we want.”

Winston arrived and just as Paul had guessed, he was a handsome
young black man with short dreadlocks. Well spoken with a
distinct Jamaican lilt to his voice. He was tall and athletic
wearing a tee shirt and tight jeans. Yvonne went into the
bathroom and checked on Beth and then returned.

"Right, let’s do the intro,” she said looking from Eddie to Paul.

Paul lifted the camera onto his shoulder and squatted before the
end of the bed. Yvonne had changed into a white skirt and steel
gray silk blouse and she looked quite a lot more respectable than
in the jeans. She sat on the end of the bed with her hands beside
her on the edge and addressed the camera. It was pulp. Trying to
beat up what was about to happen as a housewife’s odyssey of
sexual emancipation over to the dark side. The dark being a
reference to Winston’s color. She turned to Winston and Paul
followed her by panning and taking Winston into shot. Yvonne
quizzed Winston where he was from and Paul was astounded to hear
Winston emphasize his accent. He was play-acting a role that
really required no talking. After Yvonne fluffed the questions
two or three times, she became a little testy, feeling self
conscious she couldn’t string together simple sentences. Eddie
made Paul stop.

“We can do back cuts,” Eddie suggested. “Record and edit it in
later.”

Yvonne agreed and Paul was instructed to roll the camera and
Yvonne introduced Beth without blowing her lines. Beth came out
of the bathroom in an eye-catching black underwear set with
garter belt and black stockings with lacy tops. Paul did a double
take and the sight sucked his eye into the viewfinder, he was so
taken with Beth. She looked gorgeous and definitely fuckable.
Eddie motioned for Paul to pull back and he stood and back to one
side so he got Beth nervously approaching Winston who was smiling
at the younger woman. Paul realized they were both genuinely
pleased with what they saw. Paul saw Eddie and Yvonne nod to each
other and Eddie motioned for Paul to tighten up the shot on the
pair's faces as they greeted each other. Beth made the first move
and made to kiss Winston. The pair kissed cautiously at first and
after a while they became more familiar with Winston fondling
Beth’s breasts through the bra. From there it became a cliché
although Paul was more than fascinated and happy with how it
went. Winston fondled the woman through her underwear and then
she started to remove his shirt and pants, Paul zooming in on her
face as she exposed Winston rather impressive erection over the
top of his jock-strap underwear. She knelt and for about six or
seven minutes, Paul circled the pair to Eddie's hand signals as
he filmed Beth sucking the big black meat in her hands. Eddie
taking numerous still shots with a small point-and-shoot camera.
Eventually Eddie signaled they get on the bed so Beth got up onto
the duvet and lay back with her legs open. Paul was directed to
filmed between her legs and he did so enthusiastically; noting
she was shaved clean and her sex was thick and inviting. Eddie
motioned for her to play with herself which she did. Then
Winston, having removed his underwear, approached the bed. Paul
moved back as Winston crouched and leaned in over the bed and
went down on Beth’s cunt. Paul moved to each side and then up
near Beth’s shoulder and filmed facing down her body; Winston’s
tongue occasionally slipping up over her clitoral area. Paul  was
concentrating on the oral sex when he saw Beth’s hips squirm and
heard her murmur. He glanced at her and saw the young woman was
clearly in a state of sexual enjoyment. Lying with her head back
and a forearm over her forehead. One hand on Winston’s head.
Eddie glanced at Yvonne and they were both impressed. This one
was really enjoying it. Usually the first-timers were as nervous
as hell; or at worst, thought they were Tracy Morgan and tried to
overact. Beth surprised them all by quickly having quite a torrid
orgasm. Eddie and Yvonne were staggered at how amoral the girl
was. They glanced at each other knowing the oral sex and orgasm
was big money on its own. Anything that was genuine was a big
draw card from the porn sites they sold to.

Beth lay panting with a look of enjoyable embarrassment. She had
genuinely got off on the handsome Jamaican's mouth and fingers.
As she lay breathing heavily Winston reared up over her. He took
his impressive cock and obscenely jacked it while he leered down
at her; Eddie motioning Paul to get Winston’s look and gesture.
Then Winston lifted Beth’s legs high and Paul moved to the side
and aimed up so he could get the big cock going into the woman.
He was feeling aroused at what he was viewing through the camera.
The big cock moved in and out a few times and he made sure he got
the intense look of lust on Winston’s face as he penetrated the
woman. Beth was into it and her hands went to her own legs and
she pulled them back and wide as Winston poled into her; Beth
groaning loudly. Winston proceeded to fuck the young white woman
and Beth set up a endless series of groans and moans as the big
cock stretched her open and Winston fucked her hard. What
followed was near thirty five minutes of Winston putting Beth in
every conceivable position all to fuck her as deep as he could.
Eddie occasionally uttered “deeper…show his balls against her”.
It was the only time anyone spoke a word as Eddie circled with
the still camera snapping constantly. The audio was simply of
Winston’s grunts and gasps and Beth’s moans and groans of
enjoyment. Just as she had done with the oral sex, she enjoyed
what Winston did to her and any reluctance Paul thought she felt
at the beginning, had evaporated with her genuine orgasm at the
start. Now she was opened and stretched impossibly and she loved
it. Occasionally Winston pulled out and went to her head and
jammed the gooey cock in her mouth. And Beth played the big dick
lovingly and groaned her appreciation as he once more opened her
up with it. Eventually she began to wane as her stamina seeped
out of her and Eddie recognized her fatigue. He spoke for a rare
time and had Beth role on her back and Winston mount her
missionary. Paul was detailed to squat behind the pair and for
three minutes he shot Winston fucking Beth until he came noisily
inside her. Eddie directing Paul to linger on Beth’s reddened sex
after Winston’s big cock sagged out of her and he moved aside.
Paul filmed the semen starting to ooze back from Beth’s cunt and
Eddie stretched her labia open to hasten the seeping cum to flow
back.

“Oh my dear that is s-o-o-o-o great,” Yvonne purred as she sat to
one side of Beth’s leg and she toyed with the woman’s cunt; her
wedding ring flashing in camera shot as she pawed Beth’s sex. The
semen now pooled on the duvet under Beth’s butt. Winston was
forgotten about as all eyes were on Beth’s cunt draining the
semen from her vagina.

After the semen stopped being visible on her sex lips, Eddie
signaled the filming was over. Everyone looked pleased and Eddie
applauded Winston and Beth for their performance. Beth lay back
grinning in delight she had done good and she and Winston had a
brief conversation as Eddie motioned Yvonne aside. Paul watched
husband and wife in conversation and then Yvonne went and lay
down beside Beth and turned to the younger woman and began
talking quietly to her. Paul noted there was some negotiation
going on and Beth looked worried at first. Yvonne was talking
quickly and stroked the woman’s stomach as if soothing her.
Finally it looked like whatever Yvonne was suggesting, Beth
agreed. Yvonne got off the bed and Eddie called attention to Paul
and Winston.

“Beth has agreed on a DP,” he said with a pleased smile. “That
means your erstwhile director here, will need to get his clothes
off,” he said with a grin.

Paul glanced at Beth and she saw his look and a look of doubt
came over her face. Paul quickly looked away for fear she saw his
expression as one of reproach at what she had agreed to. He was
all for it and did not want to give any hint he was not. The set
up was simple enough. Winston was aroused by Beth and Yvonne who
joined in this time; stroking the young black man’s cock and even
sucking him for a minute or two. All without the camera recording
the effort to get Winston hard so soon after a massive cum. Beth
was arranged on top of Winston so she mounted him and then Yvonne
produced a bottle of lube and worked it into the girl's tight
anus. Eddie stripped while Yvonne prepared the girl’s ass and
stood stroking himself as his wife prepared the girl. Yvonne
moved off the bed and gave Eddie the goop and he liberally
applied it to his cock; smaller than Winston’s but still quite
impressive considering it was going in Beth’s tight ass. They
were ready and Yvonne instructed Paul to roll the camera. They
filmed Beth riding Winston as she had done earlier and after a
few minutes of this, Edie loomed into view and stood over Beth’s
butt. Dipping his hips he squatted over her and pressed the cock
against her tight greased asshole. Eddie began to push in and
Beth started to complain so he stopped. For nearly five minutes
Eddie wrestled with getting his cock into Beth’s ass and each
time Beth’s voice rose in complaint, Eddie eased off. Yvonne
directed Paul to get some footage of Beth’s anguished look as
Eddie tried penetrating her. It took nearly eight minutes of Paul
moving from shooting Beth’s expression to Eddie's cock at her
anal portal before Eddie got half his cock in the young woman.

“Beth let out an “o-o-o-oh” yelp as the head went past the
sphincter and apparently the discomfort she was feeling subsided
quickly. For ten minutes Eddie sodomized her as Winston jerked
his hips up at her. Beth was sandwiched between the two men; the
cocks stretching both holes open. All three making a steady
amount of noise. Yvonne quietly coaching so the men did not get
to agitated and a cock slip out. This ruined the overall effect
and Yvonne was intent the double penetration was constant and
deep. Yvonne stepped back satisfied the cocks were buried deep in
Beth's ass and cunt. After a minute or two Paul glanced to find
Yvonne and his eyes widened as he saw she was slumped back in a
chair with her hand up her skirt. He panned the camera and she
widened her legs and pulled the crotch of her black panties aside
revealing a fat shaved cunt. For three or four minutes he shot
Yvonne masturbating to the scene on the bed. Yvonne exposing her
big jugs and even lifting one so she could suck her own nipple.
He moved to the side so he got all four in the scene. He was the
only one not getting any.

Eddie pulled out of Beth and she actually groaned in complaint
the cock had been pulled from her asshole. They quickly
rearranged her so that she was turned and she was made to lower
herself back down on Winston’s monster going into her ass as she
faced the camera. She tried to bail out but Winston held her
tight and despite complaining at the bigger cock going into her
ass, Beth was impaled on Winston’s monster. She was in definite
discomfort but Eddie was undeterred and he straddled her and went
into her gaping cunt; stretched open by Winston’s big snake. The
pair double teamed her for another four or five minutes but this
time Beth was less than happy about the arrangement. They ignored
her and Paul realized both men were pushing for release. He’d
never seen a double penetration cream pie before but here he was
filming it. Occasionally getting the look of anguish on Beth’s
face in shot. Winston came first and Eddie followed quickly. The
girl was wrecked. Eddie's cock deflated quickly and he pulled off
an out of shot, somewhat ashamed he’d softened so quickly. As
Beth squirmed to get off Winston’s big dick, Yvonne hovered into
view and went down on the girl. For the second time that day Beth
responded to somebody’s mouth and fingers and to everyone’s
amazement, despite the burning tearing feeling in her rectum,
Beth had a strong orgasm on Yvonne’s mouth and fingers jammed in
her cunt; Winston’s cock still buried in her ass.

Yvonne cleaned the cum from the girl after Winston pulled out.
All of the supposedly orchestrated shots went by the board as
Yvonne stripped off and Eddie coaxed Winston to fuck his wife.
Seemingly Yvonne had been the ‘star’ of white wife black cock
videos numerous times and she enjoyed Winston’s revival by being
soundly fucked. Yvonne relishing being the object of Winston’s
attention. When Winston finished cumming in Yvonne, Paul filmed
Yvonne toying with her cunt as she milked the semen from the
wrinkled lips. He heard a murmur to his left and turned to see
Eddie kneeling in front of Winston sucking his cock. Winston was
not entirely happy but he went along with what he saw was the
cuckold husband cleaning the black cock that had just fucked his
wife. Winston had done these themes before despite not liking the
gay part. By the time the day ended, Paul was the only one not to
get off. As everyone dressed and Yvonne produced some drinks,
Eddie congratulated the team on a job well done. To Paul’s
delight, they toasted his camera work after they spot checked
some of the footage as they stood around the laptop. Even Yvonne
softened towards Paul.

Beth left first, clearly having received some money from Yvonne
for her part. Winston followed soon after and Eddie, Yvonne and
Paul packed up the gear.

“You did good,” Eddie chuckled as he packed up.

"Yes you did,” Yvonne said smiling at him for the first time
since they met.

“Any problems with any of this?" Eddie asked looking at Paul.

“None at all,” he replied.

“OK well if you want to be part of this, just say the word,”
Eddie replied with a chuckle.

“I’m in,” said Paul.

“You’ll get used to the fact we can’t sacrifice our cameraman for
you to get some tail,” Eddie said apologetically.

“No problem,” Paul replied, but hated saying it.

He wondered why Eddie couldn’t shoot some footage and allow Paul
to get some. Oh well, Eddie and Yvonne paid the bills. He’d just
have to accept it.

“Well get you some,” Yvonne said quietly when Eddie had gone into
the bathroom. “Just be patient. We do some scenes where everybody
gets some,” she added with a grin.

Paul smiled and nodded his understanding. He had a job. But what
the hell would he tell his parole officer?

***

Paul saw Beth again, purely by accident. Only it was clear she
wasn’t Beth by name as a friend she was standing with called her
Allison. Paul stood staring at her standing with this other
woman; Beth/Allison holding the hand of a little girl. Both woman
waiting for a car to pick them up outside a theater off Broadway
one Saturday afternoon. Paul had gone up to Times Square for a
walk and was heading back to Penn Station when he saw her. He was
staggered at how well dressed she was. He’d got the impression
‘Beth’ was a hard up struggling white trash solo mother. But
there she was dressed to the nines with a friend equally well
dressed, waiting for a limo that was hovering into view. She
glanced his way, sensing eyes on her and her face went pale. It
was then he was sure it was her. She looked away quickly and must
have pondered his being there. She turned to her friend and said
something and her friend glanced at Paul and then at the little
girl holding Beth’s hand. Beth/Allison turned and slowly came
over to him, opening her purse as she approached. She stopped in
front of him and held out some money.

“What’s this for?” Paul said frowning at the money; seeing a
hundred as the top bill.

“Your discretion,” she answered and glanced at the white limo
across the lights waiting for a green.

“You’re not quite who I imagined, are you,” he said evenly.

“It depends who you imagined I was,” she replied.

She waved the money.

“I’ve told my friend I felt sorry for you and was going to give
you some change,” she said.

“It’s a bit more than change,” he said eying the money.

“Take it…no questions asked…nothing said,” she said quietly.

He was hard up. He took the money and noted it was three hundred
dollars.

“That’s what Eddie paid me for my afternoon’s work,” She said
grimly. "I believe he gets considerably more than that from
whomever he sells the video to," she added looking at the money.

“I got two hundred,” Paul replied with a wry smile.

“He made more than five times what he paid us,” she said.

They stared at the money in Paul's hand,

“Have you had any more work from them?” she asked.

“Yes…a few more jobs,” he replied. “Mostly with Yvonne as star.”

“Ah…the voluptuous Yvonne,” Beth said with a sad smile. “I
suspect it’s mostly about her. I think I was a part of Eddie’s
frustration for some variety.”

“Why?” Paul said suddenly. "Why do you do it?”

She smiled sadly.

“Sometimes things are not what they seem,” she replied evenly.
“We all have our fantasies.”

“Some of it…what we filmed...it was real,” he replied.

“It was all real…but I know what you mean. I did enjoy some of
it…quite a lot actually,” she said with a small grin.

“Allison,” called her friend.

Paul and Beth turned towards the voice.

“The limo’s here,” the friend called indicating the car pulled up
to the curb.

“Allison?” Paul queried.

“We all have someone else we’d like to be,” she said quietly.
“For part of my life I like to be Beth.”

They stared at each other and Paul nodded he understood. She made
to move off then paused.

"Was it any good…the movie?” she asked.

"You were sensational…an internet hit,” he replied with a smile.

“Beth will be pleased,” Allison said with a sad smile. "Thank
you…”

"Paul,” he answered. "My name is Paul.”

“Goodbye Paul,’ she said.

“Will we see Beth again?” he asked as she moved off.

She paused and smiled sadly.

“You might…you just might…if she was such a success…she might be
persuaded to come back,” Allison said holding his gaze.

She left in the limo with her daughter and friend. Paul watched
the car go wondering who she was. Better still, who was her
husband? It was gutsy of her to allow such carnal activities to
be filmed and put out on the World Wide Web. She had to be
certain nobody she knew would see it and recognize her. Paul
pondered this thought. Perhaps that was part of the thrill for
Beth. Seeing how long she could go before being recognized. Did
Allison have some sort of self destruct wish that Beth would be
recognized? Paul shrugged his shoulders and felt the three
hundred bucks in his pocket. He had a job the next day. Yvonne
and three young black models Eddie was having to pay from an
agency. Eddie was disgruntled their usual source of studs had put
their prices up. Not that Paul could blame them. Yvonne was
rough. But he had to concede she was pretty good in the sack. He
walked off down Seventh Avenue with a spring in his step. He
realized it wasn’t every day he’d seen a classy broad in the buff
and being nailed; by two guys no less. Meeting Beth/Allison had
made his day.



Bria Gypsy

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