Brittany is the cinema toilet (web)


Brittany was early to the cinema. She was going to see the new popular movie together with Wanaia, her Hecaton Cyclops friend, but it was always good for any relatively attractive person to leave early for any appointment in public, since you'd likely be stopped for sex at some point on the way. The small Bogeygirl had served three cocks on her way here, two in her ass and one tit job, plus drinking the piss of a woman through the cloth of her pants at the bus stop, but they had all been rather quick to finish. She figured Wanaia had gotten busier on her way, so Brit had bought a cup of soda and waited outside for her. She felt the need to pee, so she pressed on without further ado into her mini shorts, the warm liquid flowing out around her crotch to wet her clothes and flow down her legs into her socks and shoes, and finally pool around her feet.

   Suddenly she heard someone call out close to her. 'Oi, lads, we're in luck! Dere's a toilet for us right 'ere.' Orcs. Somehow Brittany seemed to often attract the large greenskin rude boys and their cousins, the Ogres, who all seemed to think she was some kind of Goblin. She knew by now that there wasn't much use in trying to correct them, but it didn't bother her all too much, anyway. The important thing to them was that her face was roughly in their crotch height, and they treated her much like they would a Goblin - like a breeding tank or meat toilet for their urges, and nothing more. Brittany had no problem with this either, she enjoyed big cocks in her flexible body, which was free for all to use, and the fact that she wasn't a Goblin meant that she wouldn't be knocked up by the Orcs' potent sperm against her will. 
  But this group of Orcs and Ogres didn't even seem to have that in mind, they were just looking for a place to empty their bladders before going to the movies. And the Bogeygirl pissing herself outside the cinema looked like a prime target for that.

  They came up to her and fished out their cocks, and without even looking at her much, they started hosing her down with strong beams of steaming piss, one by one, while they were talking and joking  above her head about the film they were about to see. The two Orcs in front of her pissed straight into her face and over her tits in her thin green top, while the Ogres behind her turned her messy mop of blue hair into an azure waterfall, soaking it thoroughly with their impressive output.
  Brittany couldn’t help but getting aroused when someone used her as a urinal, and with the four streams wetting her entire body, she shuddered and quietly orgasmed with a little yelp just from feeling the hot piss drench her entire body, her hair, her clothes and her shoes. Her soda cup was quickly refilled to the brim with lathering Orc piss, and no matter how much she drank, it would never run out. For a full minute the four not very gentle men emptied themselves over her small body, until they finally ran out and shook the last drops off on her, and she was left shuddering from lust and the cool air that suddenly replaced her hot shower.

  They remained a while longer though, and kept talking as they idly stroked their cocks towards her, poking her hair, ears, cheeks and soft breasts with their glans, leaking thick precum that she wanted to lick up, but she just let herself be passively used for now, reaching with her free hand into her soaked shorts to gently touch her clit and enjoying the after-toilet moment. She came as they did. Thick ropes of sticky Ogre cum shot out over and into her hair, spurt after thick spurt, likely a deciliter of smelly white sauce per burst layered over her head and started running down her face and shoulders, friction lessened on her piss-glazed skin. The Orcs came too. One pressed his bulbous cockhead to her lips, and she opened them quickly to let him cum freely straight into her mouth, and she greedily gulped down every burst of hot Orc semen that he'd give her. The other came into her piss-filled cup, replacing a good portion of the previous liquid with new loads to create a mix she could enjoy during the film.

  They all presented their cocks to her face again, one by one, so she could suckle them clean and slurp out any leftover cum before they left for their movie. At last she got at least some acknowledgment as one of them said 'Dat's a good grot' over his shoulder before going inside.
  Oh well. Grot or not, she had enjoyed her toilet duty, and apparently others had too, since a few more came up and pissed on her before Wanaia finally came. As expected, the likewise small cyclopean girl had long strands of sticky cum hanging from her face and staining her long pullover, which was the only thing she wore except for some thigh-high socks and her shoes. Her pussy was uncovered and was also dripping cum from encounters on the way. 
  'Hey, sorry I'm la--' Wanaia interrupted herself. 'Man, look at you... Did you meet a bunch of Orcs again?'
  'Ehehehe... Yeah ♥' Brittany giggled, embarrassed. 'How did you know?'
  'Well, I anticipated something like this.' Wanaia opened her backpack and produced a bath towel from a plastic bag inside. 'Here. They won't let you in if you're dripping all over the place.'
 
  Brittany wrung out her hair like the wet mop it was and used the towel to tidy herself up a bit. Her clothes were still wet and clung to her body, but there wasn't much to do about that. Peeing was allowed in the seats anyway, but Wanaia was right in that the staff likely wouldn't like to see her making a mess all over the place. Brittany let her have a sip of the Orc fluid cocktail in her cup as thanks, before they went inside for the film. 

  Wanaia also bought a large cup of soda, and during the film, they both pissed themselves in their seats three times each, and since their seat neighbours were a man and a futa woman couple, they were both taken to their respective laps for quiet fucks. They were not alone in these cinematic customs.