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A week ago, Amanda and I had tried this out, and it lasted a few hours. Only a few hours out of the dozen we'd intended, and with good reason. We'd both found the game so irresistibly hot that it ended in the kind of sex you're too worn out to clean up from. So, given that roaring success, my mousey lover and I had decided to take it to round two the very next weekend. This time we hadn't planned twelve hours. Hadn't even planned eight. We figured we'd be lucky to manage even four without losing it, so there was some careful planning going on.

Each of us took our toy out of the charger, and made sure it was synched up to the other's phone, then settled the toy inside. Remote vibrators, a real slick model that fits inside and over, cupping over out clits, and bluetooth enabled. We both had the same thought, standing there with our shirts on and nothing else, and tapped a button on our phones almost as one. The immediate rush of vibration got a lusty growl from me and a surprised squeak from her, but hey, husky's don't make the same noises as mice. We do feel the same kinds of pleasure, though, and the whole 'check to make sure yours is on' experiment was a success.

Both of us turned the toys off, and giggled at each other. Okay, we're silly. Very silly, but love is a silly thing. "Okay mousey, let's get dressed. Remember the rules?"

"We're off limits in the car, keep it under the noise level of the place we're in, no trying to force an orgasm unless we're sitting down."

"And maybe try to keep it low until we're done with dinner. Don't want to get us kicked out of the Gray Hare, right?"

"Heck no! The Hare's about the best place in town to eat! Getting us uninvited would be a major relationship foul. Come on, Carol, get those cute panties on, we've got places to be."

We both settled into getting fully dressed, and grinned at the little grooming steps we both kind of took as ritual. I keep my hair short, and I like it kinda messy, but hers is long, glorious brown mane that she braids down to mid back. Kind of interesting offset to those cute, gray-furred mouse ears. I keep telling her she should try pigtails, but she knows I'd just use them as handles to put her face where it belongs. So she declines to make it that easy.

We finished the little touches, and tucked our phones in purses, then walked out the door. She took my hand as we walked to the elevator, and kissed my cheek while we rode it down. Say whatever you like about my firecracker mouse, she's as loving as she is lusty. And she's a lot of both.

We got down to my car, and buckled up. Electrics don't make a lot of noise, but there's music for a reason, and that helps keep the silence from being worrisome. Both of us were kind of similar in musical tastes, and the playlist was kind of mellow, tonight. No sense getting all excited before we even got started, right?

The Gray Hare looks kind of like a dump from the outside. Faded paint, the neon sign looks like a relic of the 1990s, and the concert announcements and posters plastered on the walls and door are all local things, little stuff, nothing famous. Inside, kind of different. It's one of those places that the movies try and capture, a mom and pop diner that's warm, comfortable and inviting for everyone. There's a lot of regulars (us included) but just as many people trying it out on the recommendation of a friend or something like that.

The hostess wasn't at her usual post, so we waited up front, her hands both holding one of mine. Which was a perfect opportunity to slide my other hand into my purse. I'd practiced. Unlock the phone, bring up the app, tap one button up to the lowest level, and listen for the almost imperceptible hum coming from my lover's nethers. The squeeze on my arm said it all, and just in time, too. Mrs. Gray, a snow-white hare with perked up ears and a grin, came walking back from wherever she'd been. A booth in the back, what looked like a sabertooth fur leaned against the wall back there, chatting with someone who wasn't visible from the door.

"Hi there you two! Nice to have you back. I got a table for you all set up."

Amanda buried her blush in my arm as we walked over to our spot, a table next to one of the windows, not facing the sun, thankfully, but still nice and bright. "Menu's are there, if you need them. What can I get you to drink?"

I ordered a cola, and Manda mumbled a request for coffee. Once Mrs. Gray had headed off to fetch drinks, I turned the buzzer off, and set my phone on the table, then opened up the menu. Not unexpectedly, my reading was interrupted by a pulse and drop, the buzz starting all the way up, then sliding down to a stop over the course of a minute. Which left me a little breathless!

"Mean mouse."

"You started it." She stuck her tongue out at me.

Well, I had started it, so I couldn't argue that. The whole idea had been hers in the first place, but we'd both kind of run with it. The vibrators had been a little expensive, but so far, worth every penny. Even when we weren't using them to covertly drive each other crazy in public. That you could have one in and on and still get fucked was very, very worth investigating. We had plans for that, for the future.

The waitress, a raven haired woman, pale skinned and all smiles, appeared with our drinks, and took orders. Neither of us really needed the menu, we'd been here often enough, and usually ordered the same sorts of things. Amanda got her usual salad with everything, and I ordered the bangers and mash. Seriously the best thing on the menu, as far as I was concerned, and Mr. Gray, who ran the kitchen, was a damned genius. So, so good.

Once she'd gone off to put in the orders, Manda set her phone on the table as well. I grinned at her, then shrugged. "We're going to play nice through dinner, then? Well, I've got an idea for later that... might keep you thinking." I sketched out my thought, quietly, and watched her face wander through reactions. Ones I knew very well. 'I like this and I do not like that I like this' was the one I was seeing strongest.

"Okay. But you leave your phone with me when you do it. That way you can focus, and not be distracted." She smiled like she was being so polite and helpful, not like she was very clearly saying 'I am going to fuck your whole day up while you do that'.

Then again, given what I had proposed, she was allowed a little bit of pay back. Maybe even a little pay forward. But it'd all turn out okay, I was sure.

The food showed up shortly after that, and we ate. In peace, mostly. Mostly. There were glances at our phones, grins at each other, and I spent some time checking messages with her tensing in anticipation every time I stroked the touch screen. It was cute to watch her get all wound up for nothing, and the pouts after I put the phone back down. She was worried about getting turned on, and upset it wasn't happening. Which was typical of Manda, she liked her pleasures conflicted. I wasn't quite the same, preferring unfettered pleasures, but hey, some of my pleasure could be her conflict. That could work out well, and had, a few times.

Dinner was as good as always, Mr. Gray really knew how to cook, and while I wouldn't want to try and eat salad for a meal, Manda seemed to enjoy it pretty well. And she was pretty happy with the waitress. We both left a decent tip on our way out the door.

Once outside, with the sun sliding down, I grinned and put an arm around her shoulders. "Ready for the next bit?" I didn't wait for her answer, just slid my thumb on my phone, and held her up as her knees tried to buckle, the buzz from between her legs lost under the hum and rush of traffic and pedestrians. "Lets walk where we were planning, we'll just take a nice. Long. Stroll."

She grumped something at me, too quiet to make out, but walked. Unsteadily, but walking. I hadn't turned it all the way up, just enough to make things interesting, and get her panties wet. Very wet. I wasn't sure, but I thought I could smell her, just walking along there in the breeze. Which got her ears to turn bright red, when I whispered that into one of them. Followed by a little nip, sharp teeth on the edge of that ear. She stopped, staggering a little bit, and clung to my arm until she got her breath and balance back.

"You're so fucking mean, Carol. God dammit I don't... want to wait." She had to stop and catch her breath, mid-sentence.

"You know you love it, my mousey love." But I turned the intensity down. Not off, but down.

The cafe we were heading for was a couple blocks away, not far enough to really need the car, but long enough a walk for Amanda to get really, really wet in the panties. It was a nice cafe, too, spread out onto the sidewalk, in a block that had been closed to traffic for ages, allowing for a more European sort of feeling, pedestrians and businesses all intermingled. Perfect place for a May evening cup of coffee. Once we had captured a seat out on the patio area, it was time to do as I had proposed. I turned of her vibe, and put my phone down on the table. "Whatcha want, Mousey?"

"Italian Ice, vanilla please, my love." Her usual, but I wanted to make sure.

We'd picked that table on purpose, so she could see inside as I got in line. Just my luck, the barista was a gorgeous boy, a meerkat with those glorious markings and such sleek fur. Like eye shadow, really, and he had played it all the way up, finishing the look with a carefully messy fauxhawk in midnight black, and the expected button-down and apron. Well, this was an unexpected bonus to the challenge, and once it was my turn to order, I turned my already big grin all the way up.

"Good evening, pretty lady. What can I do for you?"

Did he know? Or was he guessing? Or was this just how he did his thing? "I'd like a vanilla Italian ice, an iced mocha, and to know when your break is, handsome." Sent the signals as loud as I could, hopefully loud enough for him to pick up on them. And how genuine they were. He was cute, nice voice, and-

That thought derailed hard when Manda started the buzz and slid it slowly higher. Fingers tightened into balled fists as I fought down the desire, hell the need, to let out a moan. Something showed, because the barista flicked his ears and tilted his head, still grinning. The register beeped, and he handed me an order ticket. "You're number two twenty one, cute puppy, and that'll be seven fifty." I handed over the cash, and retreated a little bit to let him handle the next customers.

Amanda oh so helpfully turned things down while I waited. Not off, just down, and kept playing around with the buzz. Shifting the intensity, or which bit was going. The damned things had so many settings, and all of it on a handy little app screen. That didn't actually have labels on anything. Someone looking over her shoulder wouldn't see anything incriminating, just some sort of silly game. Even if asked, she'd likely just say she was playing 'buzz the husky' or something. Because she was.

"Two twenty one!" I collected the drinks, and took them back out to our table. Which was more difficult than it sounds, since she was steadily cranking up the buzz the closer I got. I pretty much just stumbled into my chair, the drinks more or less abandoned in the haste to just sit down and grip something. Manda helpfully caught the drinks, and giggled as she just left me hanging, squirming in my seat and panting. She sipped her drink, and took the tag off mine, investigating it as I bit my tongue and put my head down, trying to keep quiet.

"Oh, he must have liked you. There's an invitation to- hold on," she cut the vibrations off, completely, leaving me very, very close to orgasm. I could probably have put myself over with little effort, but... not a good way to do that without making it obvious. Not a lot of people would complain about it, if they saw, but that's still kind of illegal. So I just had to shudder, squirm and slowly straighten up.

"Paying attention now, sweet thing?" I glared at her, grinning. "Here. You read it." She handed me the tag. Aside from the usual 'iced mocha, single' telling the folks what they were making was a scribbled little something. Alan, 5:45, emp onl dor. A little hard to figure out, until you got it. "His name's Alan, we've got 20 minutes until he's on break, and he wants to meet me behind the employee only door. Straightforward enough."

My mouse sipped at her drink, grinning. "Well, it'd be rude not to meet him. As wet and ready as you are." She fidgeted a little, then bit her lip a little.

"You want me to. You can't watch without some serious screwing around, though." I reached for my phone, but she blocked my hand with her own. "I'm not gonna open the app. I have an idea how you can enjoy a little show, mouse. You got your earbuds in your purse?"

She frowned for a moment, then pulled those fantastic little bits of tech out of her purse. Earbuds aren't a one-size fits all thing anymore, not with the huge number of shapes and sizes around. Hers were independent things, no cord between them, and both paired to her phone. "Yeah. Why?"

"Because in 20 minutes when I go get railed in a broom closet, you're gonna listen to every little pant and moan. I'll mute my phone so he doesn't hear you, and I know you can run that app while there's a call going. So... deal?

I waited, as she chewed the idea over, then gave a smile. It wasn't the same sort of enthusiastic smile she gave so often for so many things. It was uncomfortable, uncertain. I knew that smile pretty fucking well, it was the one she'd given me after that first little fishing expedition. The one that said 'I like this, and I am not so sure I like that I like this' when the idea of me fucking other people (getting fucked, really) was discussed. If anything, she seemed to really like some of the ways it worked. Eating me out when I was full of cum, for instance.

I wasn't really surprised when she nodded, hesitantly, then reached across to take my hand, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "Okay. Okay, let's do it that way. But the toy stays in you, you make that clear to him, yeah?"

"Wouldn't dream of doing it any other way."

I grinned and sipped at my mocha, still holding her hand. It was a pleasant way to spend a few minutes, especially before I was going to go get my brains fucked out. But that time came up. I stood up, tapped my phone to start the call, then muted it and slid it into a pocket in my blouse. "Listen up, mousey. It'll be a nice show."

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I watched Carol get up, watched her walk into the cafe, and closed my eyes. I could hear, through her phone, the hum of noise inside. And her giggle as she passed through the door. There was a shift in tone, a hush as the conversations were muted by a closing door. Humming, then a giggle again. "Hey Manda. Can you hear me alright? Buzz once for no, twice for yes."

I opened my eyes and glanced at my phone, then tapped two quick little pulses out on the app, and heard her gasp and giggle again. Then another door opened, but not the one from the cafe into wherever she had gone. There were voices, two of them, and I turned to look inside, as two others came out of the hallway. A big black wolf and... that looked like our waitress from dinner. Well, it wasn't far from the Gray Hare, so she might be here on break or something.

My idle thoughts got yanked back to the present by a voice joining Carol. Had to admit, that meerkat had a nice tenor. "Hey, cute puppy. Wasn't sure you were serious but I suppose you are. In here." Another door opened and shut, and then it was very quiet, just some faint humming machinery, and two bodies worth of breathing.

"Oh, not a broom closet. What's this?" Carol asked.

"Break room, sort of. The network node, servers and such for the cafe's information stuff, inventory and security cameras and such. I figure a couch is better than trying to pound you up against a wall in a dirty closet. And... you are one ready to go pup, aren't you?"

I could hear Carol's laugh. "Oh, you have no idea, sweety. Oooh, so are you! And that's a nice tool you've got there. Let me-" I knew that sound, the sound of Carol getting a mouthful of dick, and I decided to play with her, stroking the buttons on my phone, sending slow rise-and-fall pulses through her toy. The full-mouthed moan I heard was a very clear 'yes please, more' as far as I was concerned. So I did more.

He moaned, too, which was... I wasn't really sure how to feel about it. I knew Carol was good with her mouth. She loved a good licking and reciprocated in kind. But again, she was doing it to someone else and it was... hot, but also a little upsetting. I couldn't do that for her, I didn't have the right parts to really fuck her face, or appreciate her sucking on me. Well, not there, anyway, she could do damnably amazing things to nipples.

Something changed, a notification on my phone popped up. Will you accept video call? I hesitated for... not as long as I felt like I should have. Part of me wanted to decline. More of me was excited, and that part won out. I touched accept, and was greeted with a down angle show, Carol holding her phone up so I could see her eyes, see the smile. Well, a brief smile before she wrapped her mouth around the meerkat's cock, A hand for the phone, a hand for his balls. He hadn't even undressed, slacks unzipped but the tail strap still on, maybe. Something was holding up his slacks, anyway.

But he was thoroughly enjoying it, a hand on her hair, just tangled in it. Not pulling but could go that way. I slid the screen up, switching apps over, and turned her vibe on, setting it to pulse in waves, rising and falling. Sliding it back down, I could see her losing the phone, tumbling to the ground. Camera still up, though, I had a delicious shot of her throat, and the way it swelled when she swallowed the male's cock. He was longer than I'd expected. Carol had lucked out getting him, he was big enough for her to have fun. A lot of fun, I was guessing.

Sounds, sounds I could hear those wet, choking sounds when she swallowed him, moans when her throat was empty. He was vocal, too, little moans and muttered excitement. I watched as she backed off, choking, gagging, one hand on his stomach and the other tucking down between her legs, out of sight of the camera. I couldn't resist the bait, and cut the vibrations off. Not that it was going to deter her at all.

If anything it encouraged her, or at least prompted her to get moving on the goals she had laid out. She was sucking on him again, but stopped and adjusted the camera, then looked up at him. "Hey. My girlfriend wants to watch. Wants to watch you fuck me. But there's a toy that's got to stay in place. So... game?"

"Girlfriend?" he panted. "I thought you were just taking a selfie for later." Whatever else Carol could say about her mouthful, he wasn't shy. "Fucking right. Let's do this!"

Well, all that enthusiasm. The phone got picked up, Carol moving it and propping it up on a shelf so that I could see. Could see her pull her skirt up and bend over, kneeling on the couch. So I could see her pull her panties down and grin. At the camera, at me. "You gonna play along, Manda?"

"Oh shit, what's this?" the meerkat was touching, investigating the vibrator. The way it sat, inside and out, there wasn't any issue with getting his cock inside. We'd confirmed that, last time, when I got to fuck her with a strap on while buzzing her into a puddle. She'd promised to do the same some time, and I was looking forward to that. A lot. He grinned and pushed two fingers in, and I heard Carol groan. So I pushed the button, bringing the vibrator to life, buzzing in little pulses over her clit. Which got him to jump, and stare at Carol.

"Is... is she controlling that? And watching us?"

I giggled, then looked up. No one was staring, at least.

"Yeah. If I wasn't about to have my cunt full of you, I'd be buzzing the one in her, too. But come on, come on, she's waiting. Get me stuffed, buster."

Hmph. If I were on the outside, this would be the weirdest relationship ever. But it was... working. Sort of. I was less conflicted than I was the first time, but it was still... uncomfortably weird. I wanted this and didn't want to want it. But I couldn't help what I wanted any more than Carol was going to be able to help orgasming like a virgin riding a magic wand. I buzzed her a little harder, then backed it off. That was enough hinting for my husky to get the idea.

"Come on, come on, your break will be over soon, right? So come on and fuck me already."

He wasn't about to pass up on that invitation, and shuffled up behind her, using a hand to guide himself in, and he groaned as the vibrations worked their magic. With the toy inside, anybody putting a cock in her was going to get just as much of a ride as she was getting. As he was finding out. "Holy... holy shit."

I giggled again, and turned up the juice. Those toys have two motors, one inside and one outside. Inside to go over the G-spot, outside kinda cups over the front, Direct buzzing on the clit can get real uncomfortable if it's kept up too long, but this was just indirect enough to be endurable. So I turned that G-spot vibe up and gave it over to the pulsing, throbbing setting that matched the outside one. Carol cried out, then stifled it with a hand, biting down on her knuckles as he pushed in. There wasn't any sort of hesitation to him, not that I could see. She was wet as hell already, there wasn't any reason for him not to go straight to town and thoroughly enjoy how tight she was.

I could hear it all, hear those wet, sticky noises as he worked in and out of her, hear her moan and stifle cries, hear his rough, fervid panting and shuddering. He wasn't going to last long, not with that vibrator rubbing along his underside every time he pushed in or pulled out. Which was just fine by me. It was weird. Objectively, I was just... watching a show. Granted, in public, but it wasn't the first time I'd watched porn in public. Carol liked to send me video links and tease me with questions. Doesn't that look fun? Which one of them would you rather be? And things like that. Even when I was at work, those happened. I'd gotten very cautious about opening messages from her when I wasn't alone, on break.

I was hunched over my phone, concealing it with my body while I sipped my steadily thawing Italian ice and watched my girlfriend get railed. No one else could hear, but I could. No one else could see, but I could. No one else knew, but me. This was far, far more interesting that just some strangers, fucking for the camera. This was a show for me, just for me. I didn't need a buzz between my thighs to get wet over that. This was my girlfriend, getting defiled, not just because she loved it but because she knew it would turn me on and make me want her more.

Oh, I wanted her. I wanted to go in, open that door and boot that meerkat right out. But that would ruin Carol's fun, and might actually get a lot of people in trouble. So I did what I could, and ramped the buzz on both of the motors to max.

Carol buckled, I could see the way those vibrations had grabbed hold of her. I knew what these things felt like on max. That she was scrambling to grab the phone was a bit confusing, and for a moment all I got was a jumble. Then the picture steadied, and I was looking up from under her. Her blouse had slid up, and I could see her stomach twitching and fluttering. I watched another half dozen thrusts while she stifled screams of pleasure in the couch. And then the camera, her phone, splattered with cum as the meerkat went over his climax, pumping his seed inside and letting it drip out. I considered, for a moment, leaving it on high, letting her see if she could function at all with that, but... I didn't have that much mean in me, at that point. I shut it all off, then giggled as She picked up the phone and looked at it. Looked at me.

"Hey, Manda. Your face looks pretty good splattered in cum. Might be a look we'll have to try some time, she panted, and I could see over her shoulder as the meerkat pulled back, spent and sagging. And pleased. Carol will certainly do that to a person. "I'm gonna clean him up, and I'll be right out. I think I know what you're gonna want after this, too." The call went blank, and I sat up. The stiffness in my back protested. I'd spent too long unmoving, hunched over, but it had been worth it. But what did she mean 'what you're gonna want'?

Carol was the first to reappear, blouse back in place, skirt mostly fixed, phone in hand. She walked back to our table, but didn't sit. "Come on, mousey. Let's get out of here." Well, my drink was done, so I followed, taking her hand as she started to walk us back toward the car. We were only a block away when she took a turn, leading us down an alley, then again, tucked into a short little dock hallway, out of sight of everyone.

"Carol, what are you-" she put a hand over my muzzle, then grinned.

"Hush mousey. Open your mouth and close your eyes, I've got you a surprise." I was... concerned. Especially after what I'd just watched. Had she swiped a biscotti or something on the way out? But I did, and heard her shuffling around, a scuff of shoes on the ground then... cloth in my mouth. The taste of Carol. And the unmistakable and vaguely unpleasant taste of semen. I didn't have time to react before she pulled me out of the secluded alley. "Don't open your mouth or everyone will know you've got panties in it."

I scowled at her but she was right. The only way to get the taste out of my mouth would be to show everyone who might be looking that I had a mouthful of powder pink lace and satin and I wasn't really sure I could bring myself to do that. Besides, it was only a few blocks more to the car.

My mouth was dry when we got there, and sat down. My attempt to remove the panties was interrupted by Carol's hand.

"I know you probably want to get them out. And I won't stop you, but... please? Oh my god, mousey, it's the next best thing to you eating me out, but there wasn't time to do that, or a place. And we won't get home soon enough for me. So... please?"

I understood. It was her way of... sharing the debasement. Her way of defiling me, of soaking me in the things that I liked, and hated to like. It was twenty minutes to home, and I stewed like that, mouth full of cum and satin, until we got there. I kept my mouth full in the elevator, and to our door. Once we got inside, though, it hadn't even clicked shut before Carol had me by the throat and one wrist, slammed me against the wall and kissed me, taking the panties out of my mouth and dropping them with her teeth, then bit my neck. Not needle sharp teeth, but enough to really get the 'oh god she's going to eat me' fear to start up.

Which she knew got me hotter than an August heat wave. "Fuck, mouse," she breathed against my neck. "That was... incredible. We have got to do that again."

How could I ever say no to that?