The Chat Couple Let Me Direct Their Every Move

It was a dead Thursday afternoon, the kind when you don’t expect anything, and I entered the couples’ chat more out of habit than desire. I wasn’t looking for a serious conversation. I just wanted to kill some time reading the same old nicks, the same messages that never went anywhere.

Then one appeared that I hadn’t seen before: «thetwotogether». Something about the name made me open a private chat. They turned out to be a couple, him thirty-four, her twenty-seven. Damián and Carla. At first I was cold, convinced it would end like every other chat conversation, either going nowhere or trailing off into an awkward silence. But we slowly clicked, word by word, until the conversation stopped feeling like a formality.

Mostly Damián did the writing, although every so often the tone changed and she took over the keyboard. You could tell from the phrasing: his messages were cautious, weighing every word; hers were direct, almost brazen. I liked the difference. It made it clear who was in charge between the two of them when the screen went dark, and why they needed someone to reverse that order.

—What scares you most about meeting me? —I asked Damián at one point in the conversation.

—That I’ll like it too much —he wrote, and took a long while to send it.

After spending quite some time trying to get to know one another, the final test arrived: exchanging photos. The moment that decides whether there’s chemistry or everything fizzles out. They sent me a photo of the two of them on a beach in the south, at night, and the result won me over immediately. Carla was a brunette with generous tits, cleavage that her tight T-shirt could barely contain, and a short skirt that made promises. Damián, meanwhile, was the kind of guy who, if he hadn’t been with her that night, would have had no trouble finding company: brown-haired, well-groomed, with a distinctly metrosexual air. The photo I sent them passed the test too, and they liked knowing that I was fifty-four, twenty-seven years older than her.

I sketched out a plan for the next day. We would meet at noon in a large shopping center in the northern part of town, set up a few scenes inside the store, and then move on to a pay-by-the-hour hotel in a nearby town.

—What if they throw us out? —Carla asked in the chat.

—They’re not going to throw us out. You two do what I say and leave the rest to me.

There was a long silence on the other side. Then a simple «okay» came from both of them, and I knew they would come.

***

The next day I showed up there at the agreed time, noon, in the lingerie section. But first I stopped at an erotic shop in the mall itself to buy a remote-controlled anal plug. I put it in my pocket and went to look for them. I recognized them instantly, standing among the mannequins and looking in every direction with the stiffness of people who don’t know what to do with their hands.

We greeted each other coolly. The first few minutes are always the worst, when desire hasn’t melted the embarrassment yet. I asked whether they were ready to follow my instructions to the letter. They both nodded with nervous laughter, the kind that slips out when you’ve already made up your mind but still don’t dare believe it.

My first order was for Damián. I told him to pick up any garment so he’d have an excuse to go into the fitting room, and handed him the package containing the plug.

—What is this? —he asked, weighing it in his hand.

—A plug. You put it all the way up your ass before you come out. And don’t even think about taking it out until I tell you to.

He turned red, swallowed, and nodded without meeting my eyes. He chose a pair of trousers and headed toward the fitting rooms. But before he got far, I stopped him.

—Wait. Look at me.

I grabbed Carla by the neck and thrust my tongue down her throat right in front of him. At first she reacted coldly, tense, barely responding. Then suddenly something changed. She was the one who began pushing her tongue against mine, the one who held the back of my neck, the one who gave herself over as if the rest of the store had ceased to exist. I took the opportunity to slide my hand beneath her skirt and check that her panties were already soaked. I pinched one of her nipples through her T-shirt until a low moan escaped her. A few yards away, an affluent-looking woman who had been browsing the racks for a while watched us out of the corner of her eye, presumably unable to quite believe what she was seeing. The trousers Damián was holding fell from his hand; he picked them up without saying a word and continued on his way, clutching the plug’s package against his chest.

I released Carla and let Damián disappear down the fitting-room corridor. Then I took her over to the lingerie section.

—Pick out clothes. For yourself and for him.

She took outfits off the racks and showed them to me; I approved or rejected them with a gesture while I began touching her openly, one hand on her hip, my fingers brushing the edge of her skirt and slipping beneath it until they found the wetness between her legs again. I rubbed her pussy through her panties with two fingers, slowly, and felt her knees buckle slightly while she pretended to read a label. We chose the same things for both of them: bra, panties, and garter belt, all made of a minimal stretch fabric that left little to the imagination. Knowing that lingerie would end up on Damián’s body, squeezing his cock inside the panties, turned me on as much as imagining it on hers.

In the distance we saw Damián emerge from the fitting room. I took out my phone, opened the plug app, and activated it. We watched him writhe in the middle of the aisle, grab the frame of a door, and pretend as best he could. Carla laughed under her breath, and I took the opportunity to turn her around, press her against a column, and kiss her again, this time with her completely surrendered, rubbing my bulge against her stomach.

When Damián reached us, his face contorted and a patch of sweat darkening the collar of his shirt, I told Carla to pick out anything she wanted to try on. She placed the lingerie in his arms and followed me to an empty fitting room.

***

Inside, I didn’t want any preliminaries. I unlatched the door, yanked down my trousers, and my cock sprang out already hard, pointing at her face. I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her to the floor.

—On your knees. Get it all out with your mouth.

Carla knelt without arguing, took my cock in both hands, and shoved the whole thing into her mouth in one go, until I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. I asked for her phone and opened a video call with Damián so he could watch everything live. With my other hand, I operated the plug from my phone.

—Turn the volume all the way up —I told him through the camera—. I want everyone around you to hear how your wife is eating my cock.

Carla sucked with a boldness that surprised me, holding nothing back, looking up at me every few seconds. She pulled my cock from her mouth with a wet pop and licked my balls one at a time, then took them both into her mouth, coating them with saliva while she jerked me with her wrist twisting. She came back up, swallowed the head to the bell, and descended slowly, taking me inch by inch, never looking away for a second. She slobbered over my entire cock until the pre-cum and her own saliva dripped from her chin, hung in strings down to her cleavage, and soaked her T-shirt, sticking it to her tits. The fitting room was cramped, the white lights glaring on the mirror, and the only sound was the wet noise of her mouth swallowing me and my breathing growing more ragged. I increased the plug’s intensity little by little, imagining Damián on the other side of the corridor, his ass full of vibrations, holding the screen with a trembling hand, his cock outlined beneath his trousers.

—Spit it out and rub it over your face —I ordered.

She obeyed instantly. She pulled my cock out, held it by the base, and dragged it across her cheeks, lips, and forehead, spreading a sheen of saliva all over her face. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue so I could rest the tip on it and tap it against her teeth, smack, smack, smack, while the phone camera recorded the spectacle.

Every so often I turned Carla’s phone toward the mirror, so Damián could see himself reflected on camera while he watched. I wanted him to understand the role he occupied: neither in nor out, just watching, waiting for an order, with the plug lodged in his ass to remind him who was in charge. His quickened breathing came through the speaker, along with the murmur of the shopping center, the voices of people passing only a few yards away without suspecting a thing.

—Stand up. Put your hands on the mirror and spread your legs —I told her.

She stood, hiked her skirt up to her waist, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Her pussy gleamed, swollen, her lips open, a strand of wetness running down the inner side of her thigh. I thrust two fingers into her all at once, and she let out a moan that she had to muffle by biting her arm. I fucked her with my hand for quite a while, in and out, pulling out my soaked fingers and pushing them back in, while I pressed her clitoris in circles with my thumb. With my other hand I held the phone, filming her full reflection in the mirror: her contorted face, her clenched ass, my shiny fingers sliding in and out, all of it live for Damián.

—Tell him what you’re doing —I ordered without stopping my fingers inside her.

She lifted her face for a second, lips gleaming and wearing a grimace of pleasure, and spoke toward the screen in a broken voice.

—He’s fucking my pussy with his fingers, darling… all the way in… he’s making me drip… and now he’s going to fuck me while you watch like a good boy.

I pulled my fingers out and ran them over her mouth so she could clean them. Then I positioned myself behind her, gripped my cock, and drove it all the way in with a single thrust. Carla let out a cry that caught in her throat. I began fucking her against the mirror, holding her hips, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in to the balls. Her tits bounced inside her bra with every blow, and her hands left fog marks on the glass. The sound of my pelvis slamming against her ass echoed through the tiny fitting room, and I prayed no one in the corridor would come too close. I covered her mouth with one hand to muffle her moans, while with the other I kept recording on my phone, focusing on the spot where my cock slid in and out coated in her juices.

—Spread your pussy open with your fingers —I whispered in her ear without stopping my thrusts—. Let Damián see exactly how it goes in.

She lowered one hand and pulled her pussy lips apart with two fingers in a V while I kept fucking her. The camera caught the detail in close-up: the trimmed hair, the stretched lips, my cock disappearing inside with a sticky sound each time. On the other side of the corridor, I could hear Damián breathing like a dog.

I pulled out just before I came, turned her around again, and pushed her head down.

—Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.

When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I jerked off twice over her face and came in spurts. The first streak ran across her forehead to her chin, the second filled her open mouth, and the third spattered her cheek and hung in a thick strand from her nose. I didn’t warn her; seeing how uninhibited she was, there was no need. But I did give her an order.

—Don’t swallow. Hold it in your mouth until I tell you. And don’t wipe your face.

She nodded with her lips closed, eyes shining, her tongue poking out, covered in semen. I helped her stand, pulled up her soaked panties, lowered her skirt, and fixed her hair just enough to make it look as though she had only been trying something on. We straightened our clothes, I went out first, and let her follow a couple of steps behind, her face still glistening and a white thread escaping from the corner of her mouth.

Damián was waiting near the fitting-room entrance, pretending to look at a shelf he wasn’t interested in. His face was red, and his cock showed beneath his trousers. I gestured to Carla.

—Go and kiss him. Pass all of it to him. And don’t let him spit anything out.

She approached, gripped the back of his neck with both hands, and planted her mouth over his, forcing him to open. I watched Damián surrender, watched him part his lips and accept the semen she pushed into him with her tongue, watched some of it spill from the corner of his mouth and Carla gather it with her finger to put it back in his mouth. She licked his chin, cleaned his stained cheeks with her own tongue, and passed him every blob of my come until nothing remained on his face.

—Take it all, my love —she whispered—. It’s from our man. Swallow it slowly so you can feel it go down.

At that moment I turned the plug up to maximum power. Damián tensed all over, closed his eyes, grabbed Carla’s arm, and I knew from his face that he was coming right there, fully dressed, in the middle of the store, his ass vibrating and my semen still sliding down his throat. I watched a dark stain appear across the front of his trousers, watched his legs buckle for a second, and watched Carla have to hold him around the waist so he wouldn’t fall to his knees. The woman from before had already left, but the rush of knowing that anyone could appear in the aisle left all three of us trembling.

***

We stood there in silence for a moment, catching our breath among the racks, with the restrained laughter of people who have just done something they shouldn’t have. Carla smoothed her hair and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth; Damián breathed deeply, sweat beading his forehead and the stain on his trousers showing beneath the hem of his shirt, which he hurriedly tugged down; and I put my phone away as if nothing had just happened, my cock still half-hard and outlined inside my pocket.

—Shall we go? —I asked.

Neither of them answered with words. Carla took me by the arm, Damián picked up the bag containing the lingerie we still hadn’t paid for and left it at a checkout on the way out, and we headed toward the parking lot. The afternoon had barely begun, and the best part of the plan was still waiting for us in a room reserved by the hour, fifteen minutes away, with the plug still inside Damián’s ass and Carla’s panties soaked with my semen and their own fluids.

But that’s another scene. And I’ll tell that one another day.