I accepted Paul's job offer, it was just what he said it was, making sure he functioned, booking everything,  reminding him where he had to be. 

“This is my password to the Community. I've sent you a link.”  Paul told me. “Get me a woman, and who you want for Thursday in Munich.”

I opened the site. The logon was a blank page. I entered his ID and password. His profile opened.

“Click on search,  select Germany,  then Munich. Click on anyone. That's their words, pick out one for each of us, call them and tell them 6 pm on the Thursday,  you will text them room and hotel when we know them. Go back to search, and pick one each.”

I selected Munich. Thirtyseven women and two men appeared with names and a face picture of each,  all small on the big screen.

On the left were filters, I ticked some boxes: anal (for Paul), bi (for me). There were seven, then five left. The pictures got bigger to fill the space. I ticked the corn of three and then I clicked compare. I scrolled, and each profile had a face and full naked body picture. Down the left side boxes; sub, switch, neutral, dom, anal, bi, and more, some were ticked. One profile was ticked dom, I unelected it. 

That left two bi women who liked anal. I called them both, used their magic words and told them to be ready for anal on the 25th, and that I would text the final details later.

I was about to log out, when I searched for myself by name. There I was, a face and body picture (recognised the background as the meeting hall), some boxes ticked down the left: bi, neutral, anal. On the right side were Reports: ‘a true slut’, ‘great ass’, ‘confident, engaging, lustful, willing to explore’. The last report was by Paul.

At the bottom was my home address, that I lived alone and my work.

It was one minute to six when there was a knock on the door. Paul was in his bathrobe, I was in a thin tangerine robe, it tinged my body but hid nothing. 

Paul answered the door, and let our guests in.

Lia was dressed in a grey business suit with low heels. A very German woman.

Zoe was a complete contrast, high heels, a long dress held up by thin shoulder straps. She had a large shoulder bag. “Allow me” Paul took the bag.

I popped champagne and poured. 

“Which one is for you?” Paul asked me.

“They are both for both of us.”

I handed out the champagne. 

“You are very punctual.” I observed. 

“Thank you, I did not wish to be early.” Lia said.

“I hope I am not early.” Paul observed.

It was Zoe who got the joke. “I am sure you will be late enough.”

“Paul is never early.” I assured them both.

“Ist es nur dieses Bett?" Lia asked.

“I think the bed is big enough.” I answered,  hoping I got her meaning. 

Lia raised her glass to me. I returned the gesture. 

Zoe finished her glass and Paul took it off her. Zoe slipped her straps off her shoulders. 

I finished mine and held my hand out for Lia's glass. She finished it and handed me the glass.

I turned back to see Lia opening her top to reveal a black and red bodice. Paul pulled Zoe's dress down, that was all she was wearing. He dropped his robe and took her hand.

Lia dropped her skirt. She had holdups and a garden on her right leg that matched her bodice. She had no knickers. 

“You must tell me where you got that, but I think it can come off.” 

“Unzip me.” She said and breathed in.

I did and dropped my robe.

Paul was eating Zoe and she was holding his head to her pussy.

Lia and I sat on the other side of the bed and explored each other. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed back. 

“You are next.” I told her.

“Next?”

“To be fucked by Paul.”

“Yes” she said as we fell back on to the bed and her fingers found my pussy.

The four of us played and soon the bed moved as Paul climbed up on the bed and then onto Zoe.

As the bed started to move to Paul's thrusts, Lia and I were locked in 69 with me on top. I was licking her pussy and anus.  We were both moaning muffled sounds into the other. I had come three times and she came twice when the bed stopped shaking.

“She is nice and tasty,  fuck her darling.” The darling just happened to come out.

Paul kissed me once and pushed his still hard cock into Lia.

I knew what I wanted,  what Paul had left in Zoe. I dived into Zoe's pussy. I lapped at her leaking pussy. So much,  I licked and felt her cum.

Soon the bed was moving again. Paul was doing his work and Lia celebrated with loud moans.

I moved up, kissed Zoe and fingered her pussy. Her mouth opened, her head pressed into the bed. She had cum, but I never let her rest. As I continued to work her pussy I felt a hand on my side. Zoe was getting louder. They were both coming over and over, then Paul grunted and came. 

He left Lia limp. Men, such a pity, they have limits.

I moved towards Lia, but Paul managed to kiss me before I went down on Lia. I did not find Paul's cum, I moved back, and there it was, in Lia's other hole. Lia came once more. Paul worked his way off the bed.

“Please her.” Paul told them. It was obvious, I was the her. 

Lia went down on my pussy. Zoe moved in and kissed me. My arms were trapped beneath them. My right arm could only touch skin, but my left hand was perfectly placed to explore Zoe's pussy. She was still leaking Paul and my fingers slipped in and out, over her clitterius.

Zoe's kisses became more lustful. Lia was distracting me and I was coming again and again. I had to stop fingering Lia, I was afraid my excited thoughtless actions would hurt her. I was Cumming without an interval. They changed around and it continued. 

“I give up, surrender.” I had had enough.

I was laying there on the bed. Things were happening around me, but I could not concentrate.

As I came down from my high the door opened. Paul was in his robe and he took a wheeled table in. I really don't know if I was seen on the bed, but I was beyond caring.

“Can you both stay the night?” Paul asked.

“That is what we were told to do.” Lia replied.

We ate supper and afterwards Paul tried to have me, but I had to wait. We fell onto the bed, Paul and me in the middle. 

In the middle of the night, I got a quickie. 

In the morning we went around again.

That was not the last time Paul asked me to make arrangements.