I capitulate on it

You know what? You *are* right, Erica. It's been a while since I... Used the toilet...

Erica is scrambling to adjust her body, but no matter how small her frame is, she can't move away completely. I close the door to make sure of it and when I look down I can feel Erica's hand twitching on my cock.

Do you know any good toilets I could use perhaps? - I smirk as the first drops start spewing. With a gasp Erica watches them drip onto her tights, wet spots immediately forming on the gray pants.

Fuck! - I... Er... Yeah... This one. - She points with her head.

That one?! Nah... I'm so used to that one... its old and stained... how about a brand new, pale one instead? - Looking straight into her eyes I grab her hand and make it direct my cock right to her face. - Novelty is good.

With a soft sigh I let it out: my morning piss hits Erica's forehead first with a splash. She flinches, closing her eyes and turning her head away. It's not much use however given she's already strained in that awkward position between me and the toilet. Erica's hand lets go off my cock and instinctively moves up to cover her face, together with the other one.

C'mon, be a good toilet. You wanted to give me a memorable farewell? Don't half-ass it. - I tell her sternly, while preventing her hands from covering her. I turn my hips and direct the stream right at her face.

Ahh yes, that's better... Ooh thanks for reminding me I needed that. Erica's barely moaning as she's trying to avoid piss going in her mouth and eyes. - If I let go of your hands are you going to behave?