Photographed by my Friend: Pt. 02

Capturing images of me in my most intimate moments.

"Are you imagining it?"

I tried to picture David's cock, but the memory was already blurry, like I couldn't even remember what it looked like, the small details fading into oblivion. As I put my fingers in my mouth, a more recent memory flashed through my head - me getting off earlier that week, remembering Bert's fingers in my mouth, staring at a picture of his cock...

*Click, click, click.*

Fuck.

"Scoot down a little more," Bert murmured, guiding me with his hand.

As I tried desperately to picture something sexy that *didn't* involve my childhood friend, I obeyed his command, inadvertently settling down with my pussy directly over his cock.

"Perfect," Bert said, taking a bunch of photos. "Whatever you're thinking about right now, stay focused on it. You look amazing."

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

Okay. David. Try to picture David's cock. David's cute little cock, slightly bent. Uncut. Come on. You've seen it a million times. You've seen it from every angle. Hard and flaccid. Flaccid. Yes. You remember now? You thought it looked like a dead rat when you first saw him flaccid. Nothing like the beautiful, big, erect cock you currently have on your phone. Nothing like the huge erection you've been drooling over for days, picturing as you get off.

No. Stop it. David has a pretty handsome, pretty good-sized cock. Just not when it's flaccid. So? B's probably that way too. All men are.

But I'd never seen Bert's cock flaccid. Only erect. Only a big, beautiful erection.

I barely managed to hold back a groan at the thought of it.

"Grab your breast," Bert instructed.

I obeyed without hesitation. Bert was taking rapid-fire photos of me, and I couldn't help but notice that his breathing was getting faster. Was he getting excited?

No. Bert was just a friend. He loved his craft, that was all it was.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"No no no," Bert muttered. The clicking stopped, and I opened my eyes to see him reach up and readjust my hand. "Like this."

As Bert shifted my hand, his fingers brushed up against my erect nipple through my shirt.

"No touching," I moaned softly.

*Click.*

The camera was back, photographing the shocked look on my face. I glanced down, suddenly realizing that I was sitting on something hard. Was that...?

No. It couldn't be. Bert always carries so many things in his cargo pants - it must just be something in his pockets.

But...why would the pockets be on the front? It must be...no. No, no, no. Picture David's penis. Picture David's small, hard cock. Picture it flaccid, picture it erect. Picture anything other than...

*Click.*

"Actually," Bert instructed with a frown, "let's lose the shirt."

"Ummm...Okay."

*Click.*

What was the point in fighting it? He'd seen me topless before.

He'd seen everything before.

As I took my shirt off, I wiggled around a little, moving myself back up the bed. Away from Bert's...

Further up Bert's body.

"Sit up slightly," Bert ordered. I obeyed as my shirt came off, revealing my bra.

*Click.*

As I sat back down again, I realized that Bert had shifted too, and I'd just sat back down onto his cock. Unable to stop myself, I let out a long but quiet moan.

Fuckkkkk. Okay. Compose yourself, Amanda.

Closing my eyes, I tried hard not to focus on Bert's hardness, but it was very hard.

"Great," he said cheerfully, his hand moving back to my sternum, his skin pressing against my bare skin. "Now, whatever you were thinking about earlier, get that back into your head. David's going to looove these pics."

*Click, click, click, click.*

My eyebrows shot up as I realized his cock was twitching as he photographed me. Was it twitching with every click? That couldn't be right.

*Click, click, click, click.*

His cock was twitching in rhythm with my clit, like they were connected.

*Click, click, click, click.*

The camera sound was so loud, it felt like it was filling my head. But not being able to see it allowed me to concentrate slightly more, allowed me to avoid losing myself into the lust.

As I tried to think about something - anything! - other than the cock pressing up against my panties, I realized that I couldn't. I had to say something. I had to tell Bert that I was feeling uncomfortable.

I wouldn't be pushed around.

I had to be strong.

"Umm...you have a lot of...things in your pants?" I asked, biting my lips.

Jesus, Amanda, was that the best you could do?? Play fucking dumb?!

"Always," he replied immediately. My eyes were shut, but I could picture his dumb grin perfectly. "Are they in the way?"

"Never mind," I squeaked. I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to drop the subject completely.

"Here, let me clear them out a bit."

I opened my eyes to watch Bert empty his pockets - always worth watching. I'd seen some of the items before, but some were new. A toy car. A small packet of condoms. A set of housekeys. A bottle of lube. A portable computer mouse. Some headphones. A pair of handcuffs. A stapler.

"Is that any better?"

His cock twitched as he moved the camera back to his eye.

"I..."

I could still feel it. It was definitely a penis. Unless he a carried a twitching rock-hard dildo in his shorts for whatever reason.

But I couldn't say anything. What would I say?

It wasn't like he was touching me. *I* was sitting on *him*.

"It's fine," I lied, closing my eyes once more and settling back into position.

Bert's emptied pockets did actually make him more comfortable to sit on. Earlier, I could feel some of his stuff against my thighs. Now, it felt like I was right on top of David. If David was...bigger.

No. Shut up, bad thoughts.

"Perfect," Bert said, continuing to take photos. "Okay, let's really take advantage of this angle. I want you to imagine that you're fucking David, riding him from above."

"Uh huh," I replied reluctantly, placing my hands on Bert's chest. The faster he got the shots, the sooner this would be over with.

That was the only reason I was obeying him. At least, that's what I tried to tell myself.

I lifted my hips up, like I was pulling myself up off a penis, before letting myself down again slowly. Every time I landed on Bert's crotch, I could feel his hard shaft throb against my pussy. Each time, it felt like it was larger than before, but I couldn't tell whether that was just my mind playing tricks, or if he was really getting harder. "Am I doing okay?"

"Mmm-hmm," Bert muttered, and I could hear him meddling with the camera's settings. His voice was apathetic, but the throb of his penis gave me a different answer.

Finally, the beeping of menu options stopped, and I heard the sound that I hadn't realized I was so desperately craving.

*Click, click, click.*

"Yes," I moaned at the sound. I slowly began to pick up speed, pushing my wet pussy against Bert's erection faster and faster.

To be realistic, I told myself. For the photos. For David.

It had nothing to do with the fact that my pussy craved the touch of a man's penis. It had nothing to do with the fact that Bert's throbbing member was making me soooooo fucking aroused.

It was entirely unrelated to how often I'd gotten myself off over the last few days, staring at Bert's cock, imagining it inside me.

"Take off your bra," Bert ordered hoarsely.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

My hands moved before my mind could even think it through, and the next moment I was braless.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

"Perfect," Bert whispered. His hand was still resting on my torso, supporting me, but as I began thrusting more rapidly, it began to slide up. Soon, it was resting between my exposed breasts.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

It still wasn't touching, I told myself. It was there for support.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

Bert's hips began bucking in rhythm with mine - he was no longer a passive resting board for my gyrations, he was thrusting back.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

My clit was throbbing as I rubbed it against Bert's shorts, against Bert's cock. My entire body was throbbing at the pleasure, at the feeling of Bert's hand on my chest. This was the closest I'd been in months to getting fucked - I was riding my best friend, wearing nothing but a pair of blue panties. I was going to cum. I was going to...-

"Ouch!"I screamed, abruptly stopping my motion. My eyes opened, and I looked down to see the cause of the sudden pain. "Your zipper!"

As Bert had thrust against me, his zipper pull had twisted sideways and hit my pussy at an awkward angle through my panties. It was tiny, but I could still feel it.

*Like David's cock,* I thought, then frowned at the unfair thought. David wasn't small.

Just...smaller than Bert.

"Hang on," Bert said calmly. "I'll move it."

Before I could react, Bert reached down and unzipped his cargo shorts. The huge bulge that I'd been rubbing against was suddenly sticking out, stretching out his boxers. I could see the outline of his cock so clearly.

My mouth was watering.

"...are you hard?" I asked, trying to sound shocked - although it came out as breathless. Admiring.

There was no way that I go on pretending this was anything other than Bert's cock. His glorious erection. His...-

I blinked twice. Focus, A.

"Oh yeah," he said casually. "Sorry about that. It's got a mind of its own - don't take it personally."

He lifted the camera to his eye, but before he could take a picture, I held up one hand.

"I don't know," I said breathily. "This is getting weird. You said you wouldn't touch me."

I couldn't stop glancing down at it. It wasn't trick photography - it really was as large as it had been in the picture.

It was so much larger than David's.

"I'm not touching," Bert replied with a calm tone. "This is all for the photos."

"But..."

"I'm just a camera, remember? B.E.R.T. 8.0. So...just think of it as a prop. Something to make the shoot more realistic. Trust me, when you see these pics, you'll agree that it's worth it."

As he spoke, Bert grabbed my hips and slowly guided me until I was resting on his erection once more. My panties and his boxer shorts were all that separated his cock from my pussy. I did nothing to resist Bert's guidance, and soon I was sliding up and down his cock once more.

"I don't know if I like the way this product is evolving," I gasped. Bert's cock felt so damn good.

"Believe me, A," Bert said, moving the camera back to his eye. "This is great stuff."

*Click.*

Bert's hand returned to my chest. It was no longer ambiguous - it was now directly between my bare breasts. His hips continued gently thrusting, his cock stimulating my wetness.

"I shouldn't," I whispered, closing my eyes. It felt so good. Everything about this was so wrong, but fuck. It felt *so good*.

*Click, click, click.*

Bert didn't say anything in respond. He just continued to take pictures.

*Click, click, click.*

His cock continued to rub against my wet pussy. I moaned at the sensation.

*Click, click, click.*

I knew he was right. These photos would look amazing. I was so turned on, I knew it would come across in the pics.

*Click, click, click.*

My mind was losing control. I could feel the madness setting in, and my body took over.

*Click, click, click.*

As if I'd completely lost control, I reached up and moved Bert's hand.

*Click, click, click.*

His hand began to explore my breasts. Grasping, rubbing. Never touching my nipples directly, but circling around them. Stimulating my flushed skin.

*Click, click, click.*

I gasped with pleasure. In the moment, I couldn't remember why I'd told him not to touch me.

*Click, click, click.*

I wanted nothing more than to be touched. Fuck. I wanted to be touched so much.

*Click, click, click.*

Bert occasionally let out a small grunt. Two small pieces of cloth were all that were stopping his cock from slipping between my legs, from fucking me.

*Click, click, click, click.*

I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fill me up with that huge cock I was quickly becoming obsessed with.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Ahhhmmm," I moaned, my hips starting to match his rhythm. Pleasure had completely taken over my body, as my clit sent out signals of pure bliss.

*Click, click, click, click.*

With every snap of the camera's shutter, a pulse of pleasure ran through my pussy, through my body. I knew these photos couldn't be used for David, if Bert's hands were fondling my supple breasts...

But I didn't care.

*Click, click, click.*

My betrayal, my sluttiness, my willingness to let my friend use me...it was all being recorded for all time. These images would exist forever, everlasting evidence that I was cheating on my boyfriend. My fiancée. The man I professed to love.

*Click, click, click.*

As Bert continued to thrust, his hands left my breasts for a second. When it returned, I realized I could feel the head of his bare cock against my stomach. He'd freed his cock from its cloth prison.

*Click, click, click.*

If I were to glance down, I'd see it. I'd see the cock I've been fantasizing about for longer than I wanted to admit.

"Did you just...?" I whispered, not daring to open my eyes. I couldn't.

*Click, click, click.*

"Was chafing," Bert grunted. His hand began openly groping my breasts, cupping my nipples, sending a rippling effect through my body, making me gasp.

His thrusting never slowed down, nor did the clicking of his camera.

*Clickclick, clickclickclick, clickclickclickclick.*

My legs were trembling with excitement as I could feel the entire texture, the veins, the head through my soaked panties. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing myself against it. It had been so long since I had a real penis, and it was right there, at my entrance, separated only by a pair of sopping wet panties.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

"Open your eyes," Bert commanded, and I did. But I didn't let myself look down at his cock, the cock I'd spent so much time staring at. Instead, I looked at his left eye, poking out from behind the camera. I could see the lust in it. He wanted to fuck his best friend.

He wanted to fuck me.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

I shook my head. "No," I whispered hoarsely.

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

"Good girl," he muttered. "Who's my good girl?"

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

"I can't," I whispered, my heart beating faster than ever. "We shouldn't..."

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

"It's for the camera," Bert replied. His camera was staring into my eyes. I couldn't look away. His hand refused to release mine. "You look so..."

*Click, click.*

He trailed off. I could smell his pre-cum, the musk of his arousal mixing with mine, filling my small bedroom.

I could practically taste it.

*Click.*

"David can't see these photos," I whimpered, pushing my chest forward, into his hands.

*Click.*

"B..." I moaned softly.

*Click.*

"Good girl," he panted.

*Click.*

His thrusting was getting faster. Was he about to cum?

*Click.*

"You'll have to delete these," I begged. "Promise me you'll delete these.

*Click.*

"Mmm-hmm," he replied. Was he even listening?

*Click click click click click click click.*

I could no longer stay strong. I finally looked down at the beast pressing against my panties. It was just as glorious in the flesh as it had been in Bert's picture.

He really was a great photographer.

*Click click click click.*

"Fuck," I moaned. "You're so big."

Bert simply groaned in response. His hand moved between my legs.

I knew he shouldn't be touching me, but I couldn't object. I needed it.

Fuck I needed it.

Pushing the wet fabric aside, Bert slid two fingers into my pussy.

He'd only touched me a few times - how did he know my body so well?

In response to my guttural moan, Bert pulled his fingers out and began lightly caressing my exposed wetness. His hands toyed with my lips, his thumb lightly brushed over my clit. He played with me, toyed with my soaking pussy.

I shuddered with frustration. I was so close, so worked up - he could have made me cum any time he wanted, but he didn't.

*Click, click, click, click.*

I moaned louder and louder as he toyed with me.

"Yesss, B..."

"Cum for me," he gasped throatily.

"Oh, god..."

*Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick.*

"Fuuuck," I grunted.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Cum for me," Bert ordered, his fingers moving inside of me and curling. "Cum for the camera..."

"Ahhh yessss," I screamed as Bert leaned close. Our lips almost touched as I moaned into his mouth, but I pulled slightly away before they did.

*Click, click, click, click.*

"Make me cum, B," I screamed. "Make me cum!"

Bert dropped the camera, and reached up to grab my tit. I could feel his fingers on my bare breasts, grabbing my flesh, pinching my nipples. His other hand began pistoning in and out of me, his thumb pressing motionless against my clit as he fucked me with two fingers.

"Yesssss..."

I was wearing panties and a skirt, but the rest of my flesh was completely exposed to Bert's hungry gaze.

"Ahhhhhhhh yessssss I'm coming!," I groaned. "Yesss yess yessss. Ahhhhhh..."

My moans echoed through the room - probably the whole building - as I came. As soon as my orgasm began, Bert's hand moved back to the camera and resumed taking pictures.

*Click click click click click click click click.*

As I came down from my orgasm, I couldn't help but smile, still feeling euphoric.

"God, B..." I said breathlessly. I sounded like a fifties heroine, helpless without her man, but I couldn't help it. My friend had made me feel so goooood.

"How was that?" he grinned.

I couldn't believe how amazing I felt - I've enjoyed orgasms before, but the way Bert made me cum...

It made me feel completely giddy.

Like I was falling in love.

The thought shook me.

No. No, I wasn't falling in love. I was already *in* love. With David.

With my boyfriend.

With my future husband.

I closed my eyes.

Fuck.

*Fuck.*

I'd cheated on David. Again.

*Fuck.*

Bert was staring at me with a half-smile on his face. He looked like the cat who got the cream.

"We...we can't send these to David," I stammered. If my boyfriend got any evidence of what I'd done - of what *we'd* done.

"I guess you're right," Bert grinned in response. "We'll have to redo this whole shoot."

My mouth fell open in shock. He was...he was acting like everything was fine. Normal.

Again.

"I'm free tomorrow," Bert said with a smile. "Want to catch a movie first?"

"Bert..." I pleaded. "We...we can't."

"Let's go see the new Tom Hardy flick."

I closed my eyes in frustration. He was treating this all so casually.

"What do you say?"

"...I don't really like Tom Hardy," I eventually replied. God. What was *wrong* with me. "Bert..."

"You'll love it," my friend said with a grin. "It's a date."

I wanted to tell Bert that I couldn't go. I wanted to tell him that I couldn't ever see him again, that I couldn't trust him.

That I couldn't trust myself around him.

But instead, I found myself nodding.

"Bert," I said again, "we need to talk about..."

Before I could finish the thought, Bert took a selfie. Him, fully clothed - me, topless. As the preview of the photo popped up, I realized - despite my reluctance, despite how torn I felt...my face was one of pure bliss. I was grinning. Giddy.

*Click.*

I didn't look shocked or furious - I had a broad smile on my face. I must have instinctively grinned as soon as I saw the camera.