**”Public Toilet”**

The park was quiet this late at night, just the hum of distant streetlights and the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot. But my heart was hammering like crazy—part nerves, part excitement. Brilyant knelt on the grass in front of me, her dark eyes locked on mine, a wicked little smirk playing at her lips.

“You sure about this?” I asked, my cock already stiffening in my jeans just from the way she looked up at me like I owned her.

“Fuck yes,” she breathed, spreading her knees wider, her short skirt riding up her thighs. “I want to be your urinal. Right here. Right now.”

My dick twitched. We’d talked about this—how she got off on being used, how the thought of being nothing but a public toilet for me made her pussy drip. But seeing her like this, under the dim glow of the park lights, her lips parted, waiting… it was almost too much.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock, already half-hard just from her anticipation. Brilyant didn’t hesitate—she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking gently as I swelled to full hardness in her mouth.

“Good girl,” I groaned, gripping the back of her head. “Open wide.”

She did, throat relaxing as I pushed deeper, her nose pressing against my pelvis. I could feel her gag just a little, but she didn’t pull back—just let me fuck her throat, sloppy and wet, spit running down her chin. I tugged her hair, making her look up at me as I rocked deeper, her eyes watering but still hungry for it.

Then I pulled out, stroking myself as I smirked down at her. “You ready for the real treat?”

She licked her lips, nodding eagerly. “Piss in me. Please.”

I lined up with her open mouth, not giving her time to think, and let go. The first hot stream hit her tongue, her throat working as she swallowed quickly, her lashes fluttering. She moaned around me, her fingers digging into the grass as she took it all, some of it spilling down her chin, dripping onto her chest.

“Fuck, you’re disgusting,” I growled, watching her slurp up every drop, her tongue lapping at my cockhead to get the last few dribbles.

She grinned up at me, face glistening, eyes drunk on humiliation. “Tell me I’m your toilet.”

“You’re my fucking toilet,” I said, gripping my cock and slapping it against her cheek. “And you love it.”

She whimpered, nodding. “More. Please, more.”

I wasn’t done yet. I pulled her up by her hair, turning her around to face a nearby park bench. “Bend over,” I ordered. “I’m gonna fuck your face while everyone watches.”

A couple of figures lingered at the edge of the park, shadows moving in the dark, and the thought of them seeing her like this made her shudder. But she obeyed, bending at the waist, ass in the air as I stepped behind her and shoved my cock back between her lips.

I fucked her throat hard, her gagging sounds muffled, drool soaking the bench beneath her. Every time I pulled back, she gasped for air, but the second I thrust in again, she took it like a champ.

“Such a nasty little urinal,” I panted, gripping her hips. “You gonna take my load too?”

She moaned around me, nodding desperately, and that was all it took. I shoved deep, holding her head down as I came, pulsing straight into her throat. She gulped it down, throat fluttering, and when I finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the grass, panting, cum and spit smeared across her face.

I tucked myself back in, looking down at her wrecked, blissed-out expression. “Good girl,” I said, nudging her with my foot. “Now clean yourself up. You’ve got more work to do tonight.”

She shivered, licking her lips. “Yes, sir.”

And just like that, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time my personal toilet got put to use.