Chapter 7: Miss Albania Paula and the Cash

Over the next few months, as my Susan’s belly swelled with our twins, I continued to seduce (or abuse?) tourists’ trophy wives. It became a routine to visit the fancy tourist venues in town, hang out near the ladies’ room, and wait for my prey. I had fucked thirty-one women, most in their twenties, this way. My trophy collection of panties and thongs grew, as did my collection of photos and videos of our thrusts. It was my own little porn collection that kept me reliving the thrill on lonely nights. Yes, I still had lonely nights!

It was girl number thirty-two who changed the routine.

We had fucked in the bathroom of the Hilton Bar the night before - an exceptionally enjoyable fuck - when I saw her again the next day. I was downtown on my extended lunch break when she came out of an expensive designer store.

We locked eyes and didn’t move for a few seconds. Flashes of our encounter in the bathroom came back. I pictured her perfect model face as she strained from her orgasm, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as she let out a cry of joy. I remembered the wonderful sensation of her firm and smooth breasts with their large and erect nipples, and one of the tightest and smoothest vaginas of all my conquests. When I remembered how sensitive her swollen clit had been, my dick jumped a little.

She must have had similar thoughts. The sudden appearance of pink patches of skin on her neck betrayed her state of arousal.

After those long seconds, I pointed to a nearby café. It was almost empty. We sat down at a table in a corner, secluded enough that no one could overhear us, and ordered drinks.

“I don’t know what came over me last night. I have never been unfaithful to my husband,” she said apologetically. However, she then added with a grin, “I had no idea that sex could feel that good!”

“Well, you certainly enjoyed it,” I said, placing my phone on the table and showing her pictures of her face filled with lust.

“Oh my God,” she said with shock in her eyes. “You must delete those pictures. My husband will divorce me if he finds out. Please!!!”

I smiled and put the phone back in my pocket.

“Look, he is very wealthy. I grew up in a slum. I can never go back there. Please!!!” She hesitated a bit and then added, “Okay, you appear to be a student. What if I give you 10.000£ for these pictures?”

I was surprised by this offer. I had only collected the images for my entertainment, not for blackmail. But it was an offer that was hard to refuse, wasn’t it? While I was still processing the idea, she became nervous and said, “OK, fine - what do you want? I have 30,000£ with me, that’s all I can give you right now.”

30.000€? Wow, wow, wow. Who would carry £30,000 in their purse? These people must be seriously rich. All right, I could use some cash. I put my phone on the table and looked at her expectantly. She checked to see if anyone was looking at us, then reached into her purse.

She reached into a secret compartment, pulled out a stash of bills in a white envelope, and placed it in front of her. I unlocked my phone, highlighted the pictures and videos of her, pressed delete - then even went to the trash and emptied it. She had seen it all and handed me the envelope, which I quickly tucked into my coat pocket.

“That was easy,” I thought. Obviously, this girl had no idea about cloud storage and was unaware that I had another backup of all my pictures synchronized to my computer. If I copied them from there before syncing to the cloud again, I would still have everything. And the envelope with more cash than I ever had.

“I’m Tom, I’m here for my PhD - in artificial intelligence,” I lied.

“Nice to meet you, Tom! I’m Paula, twenty-one years old, and I was Miss Albania two years ago,” she replied proudly.

Okay, that explained her good looks, I smiled.

“My husband is the CEO of one of the largest Albanian trading companies.”

Ok, that probably means mafia.

We started to talk more, and I found out that she was a very decent person, naive but otherwise very nice, very traditional. She grew up as a single child in the countryside under very hard conditions.

The longer she looked at me with those big innocent eyes, the harder I got. The impulse to stick my penis back into her delicious tunnel became overwhelming. I had to get her alone again. Finally, I suggested, “Let me show you my college.

I lived in one of those old colleges whose history goes back to the 12th century. I paid the bill and took her hand. She quickly withdrew her hand to see if anyone had noticed. But no one was paying attention.

“Please, my husband is very jealous. Please respect my dignity.”

“Of course, my dear Paula,” I lied, smiling, “please come with me.”

We walked the short distance to my dorm. I punched the PIN on a back door to avoid the front desk and led her down the hallway to my room. I pointed out some old statues and stuff along the way. When we got to my room, I unlocked the door and motioned for her to enter. Before she realized where she was, I had already followed and closed the door.

“What are we doing here?” she asked, a little scared.

“I thought we could have some wild sex again,” I replied honestly. She wasn’t quite sure if I was joking or not, but she looked very uncomfortable.

I decided to end her agony and free her from the inhibitions that were blocking her true sexual desires.

“Please sit down - I have a few things to show you.”

I gestured to my chair. She hesitated, but then sat down, placing her hands on the armrests. I casually walked over and placed my right hand on her shoulder. I already had some tx34 cream in my left hand, which I applied to her opposite shoulder while she was distracted.

It was amazing to watch the effect - a small rash on her neck and flushed cheeks, then a small shudder of pleasure as I moved my right hand in circles around her shoulder. The pleasure seemed to overwhelm her; she closed her eyes.

My circles widened, coming closer to her full breasts. I lifted her arm with my free hand and pulled her blouse up over her head. Her expensive lace bra appeared, supporting two magnificent boobs. I marveled at the perfection of her body, the flawless curves, the smooth skin, the enormous cleavage, the delicate shoulders, her perfect model face with the expression of joy on it.

She appeared content, as if in a state of trance, as if having an out-of-body experience. I unhooked her bra and removed it. Her tits weren’t sagging at all and stood proudly in their D-cup glory with beautiful dark nipples. Her massive jugs looked so big they threatened to tip her over, out of proportion to her slender frame.

I placed my lips on her hard nipple and sucked on it while my hands continued to knead her other tit. She moaned but kept her eyes closed and both hands on the armrest. Of course, I had already started recording on both my computer and my tablet, each placed in opposite corners of my room. I also started recording a video on my phone, moving it right in front of her face, her breasts, and my mouth sucking on her tit.

I put it down and let my now free hand rest on her pussy. She gasped again, then continued with her soft moans. I tugged at her skirt. She lifted her ass a little to allow me to remove it, never opening her eyes but definitely giving her consent to be undressed. I removed the skirt along with her lace panties, took off her shoes and then returned both hands to her melons. I had moved between her legs, pushing them apart with my knees.

Her pussy was perfectly smooth - she must have waxed it recently. She looked so innocent and fresh! I dropped to my knees and put my head right in front of her pussy. I breathed on it, eliciting another deep moan. The scent was intoxicating. She took great care of her body; everything was perfectly clean and smooth.

I brought my lips down to her clit and ran the tip of my tongue around it. Little shrieks, gasps and moans of delight conveyed her intense pleasure. I moved a hand from kneading her breasts to her pussy and slipped a finger inside. Her vaginal passage was already well lubricated in anticipation of what was to come.

I fingerfucked her while my tongue licked around her clit. Her excitement grew as did the speed and intensity of my movements. When she began to move her hips, I doubled the pace again, inserting another finger and pinching her nipples with my free hand.

She was past the point of no return and stopped breathing. Completely stiff, she waited for her relief as I furiously fingered her. The other hand had picked up the phone, which was still recording, to take some close-ups. I recorded my fingers in her pussy and my lips on her clit for several seconds - until she exploded in an uncontrollable shudder. Her body jerked up and down with such force that it was difficult to keep my mouth on her clit.