Teasing's Easier With Tits 2

"Like the new body?" Ammad asked, sending me a video while I facetimed him. "You wish you could motorboat these bad boys."

"You certainly have a type, Ammad." I responded, the disapproval in my voice hiding the lust I was feeling toward his new form. "You got tired of Maile already?"

"Yeah, her body was hot for our college but Alina here's a real model. Plus, she hit her period and I was not staying for that."

"Bro, where the fuck are you by the way?"

"I'm in Italy! Once I opened Alina's phone I saw she had tons of DMs from guys saying they'd pay her tons of money and fly her out. So, I decided to take one of them up on it. I figured I'd earn myself some extra cash. My life is so much better than yours."

He was right, but I wouldn't let it show. Why the hell did Ammad, my most nerdy and perverted friends get hopping powers? It should have been me! I was getting turned on just thinking what it would be like in there. 

"Ammad. You do understand the implication of a guy flying you out."

"Are you saying he thinks I'm gonna sleep with him? HA! I won't even let you touch my tits, you really think it's gonna be hard to stop a guy from fucking my whole pussy?"

"Whatever man, sounds like you've got things under control in there. By the way, can I get some spicy pics?"

"Nah, don't feel like it. Make sure you add this facetime to your spank bank!"

"Peace! Gonna finger my pussy real fast then let this guy pay for my dinner."

"Fuck you Ammad." I said to myself after he hung up.

For some reason Ammad loved denying me. After learning what a hopper was and doing some investigation, I'd read stories online about guys becoming hoppers and getting horny and fucking their friends. I guess that was all bullshit cause Ammad won't even send me any nude pics. The best he would do is send me some pics of them from their camera roll. Fully clothed.

"Wait, isn't this chick supposed to be some big time model? She must have a public Instagram!"

I opened my phone and searched up her name, Alina. Sure enough, she was one of the first accounts that came up.

It was crazy that Ammad, a few weeks ago the nerdy kid from the Chess club who couldn't talk to a woman without getting sneers, had been handed the keys to this woman's life completely. Not only could he look at her naked, jiggle her tits, and finger her pussy, he was for all intents and purposes a world famous model and had the lifestyle to match.

There was a video of her walking down some steps, camera pointed down her tits. I imagined Ammad seeing the same view, getting turned on constantly. It was no wonder he was always running off for his "gooning sessions" or whatever he called them. His pussy was probably a damn waterfall.

Shit, she had an OnlyFans! "Alright Ammad, I'm gonna get the upper hand on you for once." I said out loud as I pulled out my wallet. How was he more of a prude than this woman herself?

Even though it was twenty bucks, I paid for it. I could only imagine the look on Ammad's Alina face when I told him I'd masturbated to Alina's tits and pussy.

Wait. No! She didn't have any nudes on her OnlyFans! I scrolled through at pics of her in bikinis and dresses. But nothing nude.

I threw my phone onto my bed and leaned forward in my chair, placing my head in my hands. I'd been had. First Ammad, then Alina herself.

But then, I saw my phone lighting up on my bed. Walking over, it looked like I was getting a call. From Alina's phone. I answered.

Alina's voice came across the speaker.

"Hey man, I need some help."

"That's rich from you, asking me for a favor after all your teasing."

"Okay, so at dinner, this guy thought it was a whole date! I was munching away at some pasta when he reached around to put his arm around my back! I squirmed out and he was like "WTF". I panicked and told him I had a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend. You waited until a guy flew you to Italy to tell him you had a boyfriend. Do you understand how ridiculous that sounds?"

"Yeah, well, I doubled down when he asked me that. So, remember when we went on that date before? I was hoping you could talk to him to prove it?"

"Hell no!" I yelled into the phone. "Ammad, this guy could be some mobster or something for all I know. After the way you treated me, I'm not doing all that. Plus, I went on a date with Maile, not Alina."

"Yeah, but I was Maile. And you were on a date with me, so that means it's not crazy. Listen. I'll throw something in for you to make it worth your while if you do."

"Like what?" I asked, intrigued. I knew where this was probably going.

"I'll send you some spicy pics..." Ammad said, making his voice sound sexy.

I thought about it. 

Fuck that.

"Ammad, it's gonna take a lot more than some pics after the fact. So here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna send me a video of your tits, right now. Then, you're gonna buy me a ticket so your "boyfriend" can join you in Italy. Then, once I get there, I get to grab your tits as much as I want, the whole trip.

"Bro what?!" Ammad said. "That's crazy. You're not touching my mommy milkers."

"Okay, then have fun explaining to this guy why he spent $20k to fly out a chick who won't fuck him."

"FINE!" He yelled. "It's a deal."

"Okay. I expect a text to hit my phone of your tits in less than a minute after you hang up."

"Fine." Ammad grumbled.

"Bye."

I patiently waited. Then, the text came through.

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Alright. Ammad had delivered. Could do better, but it was time to hold up my end of the deal. I got a call from Alina's phone.

"Hey, who's this." I said, deepening my voice a bit, trying to seem tough.

"This is Mark. It seems I've had the pleasure of meeting your girlfriend."

"It seems you have." I replied. "Keep it professional."

"Professional? Do you know your girlfriend was flirting with me over Instagram?"

"That's a matter that her and I will resolve ourselves after this meal. Alina can pay for herself, then it's about time you said your goodbyes. Got it, Mark?"

"Whatever. Have fun dating a whore." He replied, hanging up.

I hung up, and took out some lotion and tissues. Time to enjoy Alina's pics.

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I walked up to the Italian villa in the Tuscan countryside. Opening the door was a familiar face. Alina. Or, should I say, Ammad wearing Alina's face.

"Time to hold up your end of the deal."

"Fine." Ammad thrust out his chest, and looked away. 

I reached out, taking a grip of a meaty tit. 

Oh, oh my god. It was everything I wanted and more. They were huge, soft with smooth, goosebumped skin topping them. I reached down Ammad's top, feeling a nipple.

"Ahh..." Ammad let out a moan, then snapped his hand up to cover his mouth.

"Sorry." He said. "Couldn't help it"

I was going to have fun with this. 

Finally, I could squeeze the tits Ammad had been keeping from me in the bodies of so many women. And... he seemed to kind of love it. 

"Take off your top."