The Instant Porn Camera

Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.

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"This should be the place," Ava remarked as she stopped her car, somewhat uncertain, and looked at the jagged exterior of a small, secluded shack sitting by the road to their right. "Can you check that again?" she asked, turning around to look at the man sitting behind her.

"Yup, it's the place," Ethan quickly confirmed.

"Told you. It's just some dumbass getting his rocks off by baiting people on paranormal sites like that to go on wild goose chases in the backwoods," Maya bitingly remarked. "Dumbasses and you, I mean."

"Might be," Ava admitted as she opened the driver's door. "Time to check it out then. It's not like we're missing anything by being here, anyway," she added as she stepped out.

Standing a couple of feet away from the car, she waited for her friends to get out. She was genuinely curious about how the two will interact here. Usually, they barely talked together, with Maya being much more annoyed by Ethan's presence than he was by hers, with the two of them mostly just talking to her whenever they were out.

It was pretty weird to her, since by all rights, she should be the outsider, being a 27-year-old slacker still making her way through college, while the two of them were 21-year-olds already on their way to get through their college before she finally did. It didn't matter. They simply preferred her presence to the presence of the other one. She sometimes wondered whether one or both of them didn't have a crush on her to act like this. However, Ethan was planning to propose to his girlfriend, and although Maya did seem to prefer women slightly, she had admitted to her that she was now trying to get a boyfriend for a change, and in fact already had a guy she was hanging out with occasionally for the past few weeks.

Not to mention that at their age, they should already be mature enough to deal with stuff like this like normal adults. At least she hoped so.

Though, if there was even one thing that could get them to rethink their group dynamics, she was pretty sure that getting them to accompany her on a two-hour car trip for her to buy a magic camera from a stranger she met on a dying paranormal-focused forum she visited just about once in a week, which was nevertheless enough to make her one of its most frequent visitors, was exactly that.

A smirk appeared on her face when both of them exited the car at the same time.

"Do you at least know the guy's age or something?" Ethan asked as he walked towards her.

"A little late to ask that, don't you think?" Maya commented, annoyed, while keeping a distance of a few feet away from him after they caught up with Ava.

"Well, you didn't even think about it..." he countered, while expectantly looking at Ava.

"OK," she replied, just to shush him.

Ava sighed to herself.

"Nope. I know as much as you guys do. I hadn't texted him since I got the last message I showed you," Ava admitted. "All I know is that this guy should be there and that he's offering this camera. Though he sounds like he's much older, older than me I mean."

Now, it was Ethan who sighed, earning a quick, annoyed look from Maya.

"Let's just find out what's this about," Ava decided, turned around, and walked in the direction of the weird, run-down, jagged house, which now looked more like a tiny warehouse for some company that didn't matter how beaten down a place was and just needed a place to put their stuff in, than anything a human being would be staying in.

As she came by the door, she noticed a sign that looked like it was recently put there.

BUYERS ONLY!!!

"Huh, interesting," she remarked, much more lifelessly than she had expected.

"Told you, it's some total weirdo," Maya commented at the sight.

"He is, but at least he's here," Ava replied. Cautiously grabbing the door handle, a faint smile appeared on her face when she saw that the door was unlocked. "Wait for me a moment," she said, opened the door and slipped through.

There was no hallway or any other liminal space awaiting her and connecting to different rooms. Instead, she had entered straight into an office space, with beige and white walls, furniture and appliances randomly placed all over it, windows covered in paper with the only illumination coming from the lights on the ceiling, and a counter in the corner with an older man standing behind it.

By the time she had noticed him, the man had already run his eyes all over her. Seeing the pretty young brunette that had just entered the building, the man quite obviously liked what he saw. She was about 5'8", just a bit shorter than he was, with shoulder-length dark hair nicely complimenting her dark eyes, an overall shapely figure despite being rather thin, and despite the baggy T-shirt she had on, he could tell that she had a decent bust as well, which was what he loved the most.

"Hi, you're SpecialSales373, right?" she asked. "Can I call you that?"

The man smiled at her in response. From what she could tell, he was probably in his mid-40s but could've been anything between 40 and 50. Slightly overweight and normal height, balding and dark-eyed, he was a textbook example of an average man his age.

"I'd prefer for that to be how you call me, actually. I would never give an internet stranger my name," he replied, waiting for her embarrassed expression before continuing. "I won't lie, up until you just came through the door, I held onto a small hope that the Ava Knight that's coming here is the famous female boxer. Well, guess that's over."

"Well, you've got me here," she innocently countered.

"And I'm happy for that," he replied. "OK, I'll just finish preparing the camera and show it to you," he said, before walking out from behind that counter and towards a dark, translucent curtain to his left, which she had only now noticed, opening it to reveal a small, grey room filled with what seemed to be various random goods, and entering.

She could hear a couple of electronic-sounding clicks, as if on some keyboard. Was he really about to show her how it worked, right now? Well, given how he acted, it sure seemed that he was confident that he could sell her something she'd like, so there was at least that, but even she found it hard to believe that he actually had some magical camera that always showed you whatever porn you wanted.

Thinking about that, she wasn't sure what exactly it was that he had offered her on the website. The description said that you can choose what type of porn you want to see, and whatever you start filming will become that porn. He didn't elaborate much more on that, apart from also offering some parameters, like the maximum duration of a recording, the camera's "functional range", and so on. From the description, it sounded like something where you'd just put in keywords or tags and it starts showing you the porn you want added into what you are filming, probably translucent to it, or it was some weird deepfake that quickly took the faces of people you filmed, found porn that suited your demands, and put their faces on the actors there.

She could imagine that stuff like this would be possible to make to any mildly skilled and very perverted programmer, but he kept on insisting that it actually is magic and supernatural... she chuckled at the thoughts coming into her mind now. Maybe for his generation, Clarke's third law was simply already starting to come into effect in regard to modern technologies?

"All right, come in, it's ready!" he called out to her from behind the curtain.

"Huh," she said to herself, walked to the curtain, pushed it away, and walked in.

The Seller was now right to her, well, right, standing next to a silver, recording camera.

"It's on?" she asked a question the answer to which she could clearly see.

"Of course," he replied and started fidgeting with his zipper.

So, the "Instant Porn Camera" was on? The camera which, if she understood it right, could make anything into porn fitting the owner's preferences?

She wondered what it would make out of her. What it was making out of what it was filming right now. Was it adding in some cute, hot studs fucking her, swinging their meaty cocks, and coming all over her? She was staring at the camera, curious, almost hypnotized. Had it just photographed the image of her face, looking straight at it, and is currently looking for a video with an actress to plaster that face on.

Frankly, she wouldn't have minded much being in porn. Especially right now and as she heard the Seller unzip his pants, she realized that she wasn't the only one who felt this way in this room.

It's been a couple of months since her latest breakup, and frankly, she missed sex. Playing with herself was good, but playing with a man, with a thick, erect dick, was even better. Just thinking about her last boyfriend, his body, the feelings she got when he was touching her and she was touching him... She hadn't even noticed it before, but she was wet. Not just wet, her pussy was soaking, and she only now noticed that she was absentmindedly touching it through her skirt.

"Ahem," the Seller said as he faked a cough to get her attention. "I think I have just what you need right now. Want to have some fun, Ava?" he said, prompting her gaze to immediately switch down to where he was holding his cock, fully erect and ready for action.

"Oh yeah, I sure need some of that, Master," she said, completely naturally, as if this wasn't the first time she had called a man like that during sex.

She took off her T-shirt, freeing her nice pair of tits, pulled down her skirt and panties, and knelt in front of the Seller, who just put his arms behind his back to stretch himself a little, looking around and at her with a mix of both horniness and melancholy in his eyes, as if he were a teen getting ready to go out drinking for one last time with his high school friends, an expression of someone who had gone through this a thousand times and knew that the last time won't be special just because there will be no "next time" after it.

Ava lustfully, thirstily licked her lips as she stared at the man meat in front of her face. It wasn't anything extra. A pretty average dick in all aspects, but the fact that it was hard and ready for some fun, ready for

her, right now

, made it something that she wouldn't have traded for any bigger or thicker cock in the world.

She moaned as she squeezed her tits, before putting them around his cock and starting to titfuck him.

"Do you like it, Master?" she asked, squeezing her tits around the pulsating cock harder than before and quickening the pace for a few moments. "I absolutely do, it's been so long ever since I had a man between my tits... or in my mouth," she added with a mischievous smirk.

"Well, I never turned down a good boobjob and blowjob combo," he replied, before lowering himself a little. "Let me play with those tits, pretty girl."

"Of course, Master," she said and took her hands off of her breasts to allow him to play with them.

She, meanwhile, took his cock into her mouth and started to fellate him. Sucking sounds quickly filled the small, grey room, as her head bobbed on the cock as she sucked it, while her left hand grabbed the root of it and her right hand went between her legs to provide some pleasure to herself as well.

"That's how you do it girl," he grunted out in pleasure as she suddenly deepthroated him right as she stuck two of her fingers into her yearning sex.

Encouraged by his reaction, and turned even more by how her pussy felt, she continued. When was the last time her pussy had felt this good while masturbating? She

really

needed a man.

Giving her tits one last squeeze, he took his hands off of her chest, grabbed the back of the chair behind him to support himself, and simply let himself be pleasured by her while she did all the work.

She immediately knew what he wanted her to do. Grabbing her left tit, she took his cock out of her mouth and pressed the two against each other, flesh against flesh, to give him the best titfucking sensation she could while still using the other hand to masturbate.

Then, his prick was sent straight back into her hungry mouth and her hand grabbed his balls to play with them. His blissful moan of pleasure encouraging her, she deepthroated him again, her chin pushing against her hand, then took it out, and then deepthroated it again.

"Oh, girl," he grunted out. "Keep on sucking me and I'll come in no time," he added, his voice weirdly cracking at the end.

She paid no heed to that. Just as he said, she kept on sucking him. On bobbing her head in a moderate rhythm as she sucked. On using her tongue whenever and in whatever way she could. On making sure that her hands were working on his pleasure as well.

And just as he had promised only something over a minute ago, he couldn't hold himself back anymore and came into her mouth, with her happily swallowing the tasty reward.

"Sorry, damn, I have no idea what came over me," she said, after finishing sucking his thoroughly emptied cock and starting to put her clothes back on. "It's just that, you know, it's been a long time since I last had sex, and you're, you aren't much, but you aren't ugly either," she continued, before suddenly ending her explanation with, "Fuck, I wish I would've come as well. Damn."

"No problem. Trust me, there's no reason to apologize or explain anything," he said, as he pulled his pants back on, turned around, and went for the still-recording camera, grabbing it, turning it off, and showing it to Ava. "All of that was just this camera. This thing had all the control while you had none. Well, it and me, given that I set this up. You had no agency or choice in what just happened. Sorry, I couldn't hold myself back for one last time," he said with a saddened chuckle.

"Oh right, that camera!" she replied, genuinely remembering why she was even here in the first place after briefly forgetting. "So, I guess that my face is already in about a thousand videos, on a bunch of different models with the same hair and body type? That's how this thing works, right? Instant porn, as in, instant deepfakes with whatever faces it captures? I guess it doesn't even need to do deepfakes with this," she said with a chuckle, ignoring his own weird claims all the while. "But damn, it looks pretty old, you must be a real whiz to have updated it to do that."

The Seller chuckled himself.

"Sony DCR-TRV250. That thing was all the rage in 2003 when I got it," he said, nostalgically. "So, deepfakes? That's what you think this thing does?" he asked, waiting for Ava to nod in agreement. After getting a rather unsure one from her, he continued, "No. Not at all. I guess you could get that from the description I wrote for it, syntax and writing weren't my friends the day I wrote that, but no, this is a genuine, supernatural artifact. This is a mind-controlling camera, which makes the people it films do sexual actions according to the wishes of the camera's owner. Just as you did right now, with me," he explained, before quickly adding, "I guess it can be just technology, but after using this thing for twenty years... No, I just don't see that, I can't imagine how it can be anything else than true magic and supernatural. Not even Clarke's third law can explain this for me."

"Yeah, sure," she replied, sounding a lot more dismissively than she had expected. "I came in horny, threw myself at you, and that worked out well for you to claim how magical this thing is."

"It did work out well for me because you're pretty hot. I told myself that if the woman coming to buy this will be good-looking, I'll use the camera for one last time to get a blowjob and a boobjob from her. The moment you stepped here, into the camera's range, you lost all agency and control. Even you masturbating yourself was only because I chose a masturbation tag for this video, you would be unable to do that otherwise."

Ava had trouble keeping a straight face on as she put the rest of her clothes on, while this weirdo talked. This guy must really hate his looks to be this unable to accept that a young woman would freely decide to throw herself at him like this. She almost felt guilty over what must be going on in his mind right now.

"Yes, the camera also makes you think, makes you truly believe that you acted out of your own will," he said, before pointing out of the grey room. "Let's go back into the main room. I'll explain everything you'll need to know about the camera, and, well, you'll just have to believe me. You already agreed to the purchase, after all."

She nodded, a brief hint of annoyance appearing on her face before disappearing just as quickly.

"You brought people with you here, right?" he inquired, already knowing the answer. "Your skepticism will dissipate quickly if you use the camera on others and see that it works."

"OK," she replied with a chuckle, unable to keep a straight face at what he had just said. It was funny how he had no idea what he just implied.

"So, the camera," he pulled it in front of her and started explaining, in a voice somewhat deeper and a lot more authoritative than he had used before. "From the outside, an ordinary DCR-TRV250 by Sony, made in 2003 which is when I got it. Mostly same from the inside as well, except for one key difference," he said, as he turned the camera around and opened the display.

It was covered by another one. Flipping this other one open as well, the extra display moved right under the normal one, the two displays placed vertically together, looking identical.

"That extra display is what this is all about," he explained. "Well, mostly. There's definitely some other supernatural stuff which I could never detect or understand involved as well, but that extra display is where you choose the tags for the video you are filming. Yes, it's a touchscreen on a commercial device from 2003. Not impossible, admittedly, but damn improbable. Don't worry about the graphics or anything though. It seems to adjust given the era and the person using it. For me, the UI still looks like something from the early 2010s. For you, it's probably going to look a lot more modern. As I already said, I genuinely can't explain this as the effect of any technology, and this is one of the reasons."

"OK, so... that's weird, but what's that about the supposed mind control?" she asked. "So far, it looks just like a modified camera."

"So, as I said, you just turn this on..." he said, as he clicked on the extra display, prompting light to shine from it. "It's independent of the rest of the camera, if you ever decide to prepare tags before filming anything, and you won't feel like risking anything coming into the frame, even if you'll be pointing it at the ground," he explained.

On the display, Ava could see a simple, bright-colored interface. White color dominated, with only two tab-like turquoise blocks filling the top fifth of the screen offering an alternative to the flawless white rest. The Seller moved around so that both of them were now looking at the display, he quickly clicked on the left bar, which had "Tags" written in the middle of it with white letters, with his touch prompting the display to beep with a sound just like the ones she heard before he invited her into the grey room.

Now, the screen changed. The previously white background was now covered in various other text. At the left side, a translucent, grey sidebar had appeared, going from the bottom of the blue "Tags" tab to the border of the bottom fifth of the screen, where it stopped as it met another new part of the screen. The sidebar was filled with eight, bold red letters, starting with A and going alphabetically up to H. Each of the red letters had a number next to it, written in blue and set in brackets.