He does his business and wants more

"Wait, what, here?"

"Well sure, well else? It is the men's room, right?"

"Yeah, but..."

"And this is a toilet, right?" he asks, aiming his dick downward toward the bowl.

"Well yeah, but..."

"Too late," he grunts, and lets loose.

Grimacing, you scooch back as far as you can, which turns out to be barely any distance at all. You feel warm droplets hitting your thighs as his brown-gold urine surges between your wide-spread legs. His torrent seems to go on forever, but at least it'll be over soon, you think.

Then something odd happens. The droplets start hitting between your legs, then abruptly you feel a solid hot stream hitting your clit before rising up to your bald pelvis. Glancing down in horror you see the stream rising up your lower abdomen, past your belly button and then up rapidly toward your little breasts. Your eyes watch with revulsion as the almost-brown stream of filthy liquid surges higher until you are **** to turn your face away as it climbs up your neck and across your cheek.

Grimacing, you feel it splatter higher, hitting your clenched eye until it tops out at hair level, soaking your black locks with his smelly piss. At long last it pauses, and you open an eye just in time to get a surge of piss right in the eye.

"Ow!" you cry out, just in time for another surge to pass your open lips.

Sputtering you spit out the foul tasting liquid as a briefer surge lands in your hair.

"Damn, you made me hard. Guess you'll have to take care of that," he says, and you realize his dick is out at head level. It could just be the blurriness from the eye he'd pissed in, but his smelly dick looks at least as thick as your boyfriend's.