As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my design, my long wooden leg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a headspring of long blonde pilus to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a short neatly trimmed comic strip of public hair and already dripping in prevision of what was to issue forth. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of classic beauty that men would stare at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end designer apparel store in a shopping center on the ample side of town. I had n't really paid aid to what the stores name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the new in a hanker series of stores I had visited to steal from, a riding habit I had picked up as a Young stripling and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The quiver and the Adrenalin of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in pulse whenever someone base on balls by the changing room. It was enough to ride me crazy. But as prison term went on simply stealing was n't enough, my natural action got bolder and as I began exploring my physical structure in my younger class, so too did I research my habits taking endangerment in public places and masturbating in the modification rooms I stole from, my taste sensation branching out to further flavor of vulnerability and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by complete stroke I had discovered something that gave me even more than of a flush than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like convention, having had a great lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping pith, chosen something gracious and set off towards the variety elbow room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales event girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My convention activities ensued as I stripped off taking my meter and savoring the moment, the opinion of vulnerability and risk of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a Mexican valium around my button, I looked through a go in the doorway at the hoi polloi walking past the changing room, going about their day completely oblivious of the girl masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of wearing apparel.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening slit, with two of my finger's breadth working myself up to a familiar beat. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the repast I had before included a large Coke and it had already made its way through my soundbox. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the snap in the room access a with child eye aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the managing director at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cell and knocked on the door, my face mere inches from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my risky venture, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my manpower work twice clock time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping pussy. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my crotch as my organic structure began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic seventh heaven. It was at that point, my body at the stature of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in strawman of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my physical structure I could no longer keep control of it.

First a little squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the footling pip-squeak was joined by a moment and a third and suddenly it was a watercourse. I had no idea what to do I was hang over raw, shaking from the best orgasm of my life and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was stand there and wait for what felt like an timeless existence for the watercourse to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and live than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would see the autumn of piddle and bid the director to determine, or aspect between the crack in the doorway to see my shaking var. bent over pissing all over the place.

The char was still waiting outside the door as my stream of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen dress to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the room to see some sputter of clear urine on the walls and dark target on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new shred on a shelf and darted out of the computer memory before the grouchy fair sex could raise an alarm.

That had been the offset of many days like it, I had tried to go back to other stores and just steal and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the Lapplander, there was something missing and I knew that deep down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the mess I had made in the store was ill-timed and disgusting, it was the most thrill and humiliating matter I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a detail of no return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited one C of stock often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and exhilaration I felt at doing something so dirty and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public place, but also the thrill and corruption I felt at making such a filthy great deal, there was something so right about doing something that would make others contemn me as a disgusting animal bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as foresighted as I could so that my weewee turned a lovely prosperous subtlety, this of course increased the smell which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chairs inside changing rooms, making certain I made as much mess as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each time the adrenaline, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my workforce worked my kitty.

I still stole matter it was very much a part of who I was at that point, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a fast buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friends and relative for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how lots pleasance it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local news narrative about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a consecutive booster who ruined stores changing room by urinating all over them and left with stolen goods. The news had dubbed the thief the pee brigand and had alerted people to account funny demeanor as the bandit had racked up quite a monetary value. The night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my drug abuse for a piece. But as time wore on I could n't help but get frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of hullabaloo in my life. I found that without the stimulation of the pestiferous acts I had grown used to it was almost impossible for me to cum. Eventually I gave in, I needed to get off and I planned on doing it in the most dramatic and unclean way possible to induce up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer computer storage today.

finish observing myself in the mirror I made sure my clothes were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over metre as often it could be tricky to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as often water as I could digest the night before and held onto it all break of the day, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was about quick to burst.

With a wicked smile I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the incline wall of the cubical. With some effort I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my head with my shoulders and upper berth back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and take it slow to add a little extra torture I began fondling the folds of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in lot. Slipping a digit into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my button with my quarter round I shivered in expectancy.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurts as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my body onto my knocker as I relieved the massive insistence in my bladder. Soon I had to move my bridge player out of the way and spread my puss lips to grant the torrent of dark golden urine to shoot over my head and onto the former side wall of the cubical in a somewhat forte splatter. The strong tartness, musky spirit of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small way, several orotund sputtering landing on my pectus and I even managed to catch a couple drops on my tongue. The predilection of my own urine had never bothered me and in fact i had grown to quite like it. Even after holding onto it for so long that it turned to the shadow golden color it was now the salty, glum mix set my pussy aflame with new rousing. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my kitty-cat blocking the ease of the low stream and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a fray harder, slipping several finger into my now piss lubricated pussy.

I could feel a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my script. Covered in my own pissing with the taste of it toilsome on my tongue I had never been in a dirtier position and the cerebration of being in such a public place like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my organic structure convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a faint pant escaped my mouth and my body banged against the paries a few times uncontrollably. Taking late breaths I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my chest of drawers spreading the yellowed piss across by white meat and teasing myself as waves of lovesome pleasance emanated from my genitals. I began licking off my fingers covered with my pissing and juices, savoring the dessert, musky taste of my kitty-cat and the salty, sour taste of the weewee. I lay there for what felt alike forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling leg I began pulling myself together, using my old wearing apparel to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer wearing apparel. Looking around the elbow room I saw the out-and-out stack I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop-off of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpeting in the cubical out under the threshold. Smiling to myself at the sentiment of one of the poor people cashier daughter having to make clean up the lousy miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the shop, the ordeal not yet over as I had to give with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a showing tabular array. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud exclaiming of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the depot's bank clerk opened the door to the changing room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that adult female, she 's pissed all over our storage !"I began running towards the nominal head door as fast as i could, only a few invertebrate foot before the threshold, a large imposing surety precaution appeared in front of me. His large weapons system wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get unloosen. But it was to no help. His arms felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girl who had opened the change room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my manus behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed smashed than it should of been, the girlfriend did n't seem to heed causing me discomfort.

"Hey this is one of our dress, it costs over $ 900 !"Exclaimed the girl.

"Oh wow your in worry, and what 's that olfaction ?"Replied the security guard.

"I think she pissed all over the variety elbow room and herself."The cashier answered.

At that the security department guard loosened his grip on me but held my hands tight behind my back."cum this way, I 'm going to telephone the bull on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The bull will need it as evidence."Instructed the certificate guard duty as he began pushing me towards the backbone of the store towards what locked like an empty storehouse elbow room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was black and I heard him calling the fuzz. I had no mind what had just happened, never in my life had I thought I 'd be caught, and never had I thought I'd be covered in my dry pee when I was.

After a few minutes the door to the warehousing way opened up the safeguard and the bank clerk miss were standing there.

"The copper are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the intelligence was talking about, if that 's lawful your in a solid world of trouble,"said the guard as he turned on a spark, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my radiocarpal joint.

"Now you are going to do what your told, and contain this stolen dress off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large hired hand collided with my impertinence sending a flash wack sound through the room and bringing binge to my oculus.

"You will do as your told, we ca n't take you walking around in this fine dress that you have stolen."he replied.

"But I,"*Wack* another hand met my cheek even harder and I yelped out in pain.

After that I just started taking the dress off there was cipher else for it, the through of being made to strip for this orotund, imposing man was scary and humiliating in slipway I had never imagined, I could n't avail but feel turned on, a light tingle running through my dead body and heating my genitalia as I removed my clothes in front man of him and the girl still in the doorway. The dress fell to the storey, revealing my au naturel body underneath. I had n't bothered endure panty or a bra today knowing that they would just get left rear end and, even then I enjoyed the exemption and flush of going without. The precaution whistled as I stepped out of the frock, adding to my abasement and causing my already stinging red cheeks to blush to an even deeper nuance of red.

"Hey come pick up this wearing apparel and leave her old one on the floor. I have an idea to penalise this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the cashier girl.

The young lady stepped out of the doorway and into the room locking the door behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen frock dropping my old still damp one on the flooring in its place. As I went to nibble it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a bit adulteress, first I'm going to instruct you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His current was a dark Au almost to a Brown and the feel of urine was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier lady friend understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her skirt. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other side of the dress before unleashing a current of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my attire. Her stream was much scant almost like water, which I am grateful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my frock, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. being so exposed in front of two hoi polloi who wanted to torment and punish me was exhilarating my body was shivering in anticipation and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping purulent trying to be a as insidious as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the commencement touch it was like lightning through my eubstance the physical body up of rousing had grown so strong in the past few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to lend me to the border. I quickly thrust two digit into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my electric current berth.

The precaution was the commencement to remark my natural process,"hey get a load of this slovenly woman shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it's shadow almost brown fortunate liquid across my breast, he aimed the watercourse up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and eye, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and remain firm after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slut,"replied the cashier daughter finishing her piss on the garb and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my fuzz tight while pushing down on my binding forcing me to tip my face into the guard 's weewee. At this point I could n't demand it, my finger's breadth working my dripping pussy like never before, the rhythm method of birth control and rate building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my trunk to suit crocked and sway as wafture of delight assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animal on appearance for these mass humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to run with and smash. Iit was so very much that I almost started crying again. Yet there was something so arousing in pleasuring myself while being treated like their toy, that I could n't facilitate but lavish in the mo, even if my intervention was faithful to that of a toilet.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my tomentum even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help oneself but cry out in pain at the rough intervention, and as I did, the dark urine landed directly in my sassing, shooting straight down my pharynx. The gustatory modality of it was so stale and off that it alone would of been enough to draw me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the maculate appreciation permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the fetidness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my climax combining with the pain of the girl pulling my hairsbreadth and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few sec later I awoke the gustatory modality of the guard duty stale piss still on my tongue, and my breath still short as I struggled to pull myself together. The sentry go was zipping up his knickers as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on slut, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the guard kicking the soaking wet attire in my direction.

"Won't they ask why she 's so wet ?"asked the bank clerk.

"We will just enjoin them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the healthy employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the dirty act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a devious grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the luminosity, leaving me in near nail darkness to muck up with my apparel. My apparel that was now soaked to the core with their now coldness urine. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me throb, the smelling of the stale, acidulate piss from the sentry duty overpowering the less stiff part of the cashier female child.

Wearing the clothes was disgusting beyond opinion, but it was better than awaiting the constabulary stark naked. Despite how the tasting of the guards piddle had almost made me throw up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and arousing things I had ever done. Each front I made resulting in a different percentage of my soundbox being hugged by the nasty garment, each sack leaving wet patches on the base and soaking me to my core group with the golden stinking liquid I had spent so much time spraying over paries and floors of stores. Part of me was horrified at my situation but the eternal sleep of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my low-spirited point yet, the dirty word and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for to a greater extent. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most medium areas and probing between my lip. With my other hand I lifted the edge of my clothes to my nose inhaling deeply the ill-scented odor of my captor filth. Losing myself in the olfactory perception and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my judgment distant as I pleasured myself, bequeath the moment to last a lifetime as I savored the mess I was in and, the jam that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a secondment they instructed me to lie case down with my hands on my principal. Caught by surprisal in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few minute to follow. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first constabulary officer started telling me my rights, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how things had turned out and struggling with my rousing at the helplessness and abasement i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the station, if your who they say you are your in big problem. Try not to slip one's mind on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first off police police officer. And with that we began walking .