As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my shape, my farsighted pegleg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a school principal of long blond hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a unawares neatly trimmed strip of public hair and already dripping in prevision of what was to come. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of definitive beauty that men would stare at if I walked past times.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end interior designer clothes store in a shopping center on the racy side of town. I had n't really paid attending to what the memory name was only the expensive looking clothes I saw in the windowpane the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a tenacious series of storage I had visited to steal from, a 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 concern of getting caught, the gain in heartbeats whenever mortal base on balls by the changing way. It was enough to motor me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my action got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my unseasoned years, so too did I explore my drug abuse taking risk of infection in public places and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my gustatory sensation branching out to further feelings of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 yr ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even more of a thrill than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like formula, having had a large tiffin, I set out to a memory board within the shopping inwardness, chosen something prissy and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My pattern action ensued as I stripped off taking my meter and savoring the moment, the impression of vulnerability and risk of photo as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a round around my clit, I looked through a crack in the door at the people walking past the changing rooms, 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 pussy, with two of my fingers working myself up to a familiar rhythm method of birth control. It was about then that I noticed how to the full I felt, the meal I had before included a orotund Coca Cola and it had already made its way through my organic structure. Not wanting to have to discontinue I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a great middle aged woman was approaching the alteration rooms, the kind of adult female who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the room access, my cheek mere inches from her deal. This was the closest I had gotten to a individual in my risky venture, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make believe my hands work double clock time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a groan, I felt fondness emanating from my private parts as my body began to tremble and thrill in orgasmic bliss. It was at that percentage point, my body at the height of pleasure, with a grouchy looking fair sex standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my body I could no longer keep control of it.

First a short squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a back and a third and suddenly it was a flow. I had no idea what to do I was bent-grass over naked, shaking from the proficient sexual climax of my life history and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was endure there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the watercourse to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would hear the declivity of water and call the manager to condition, or face between the quip in the threshold to see my shaking work set over pissing all over the position.

The cleaning woman 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 attire on, and looked around the room to see some splatter of bring in urine on the walls and dingy marks on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the stock before the grouchy woman could lift an alarm.

That had been the first 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 same, 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 thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited hundreds of stores often visiting two or three a workweek, pissing in every alteration room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and excitement I felt at doing something so dirty and awry. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a populace place, but also the charge and depravity I felt at making such a smutty raft, there was something so correct about doing something that would create others scorn me as a disgusting animal bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as a good deal as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my piss turned a adorable halcyon shade, this of course increased the spirit which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on rampart, mirrors and death chair inside changing rooms, making sure I made as a lot mess as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each meter the Adrenalin, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my script worked my pussy.

I still stole affair it was very much a part of who I was at that decimal point, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick buck, or to pay tear and such and some I gifted to supporter and congener for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how lots pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a topical anesthetic news story about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a sequential shoplifter who ruined storehouse changing elbow room by urinating all over them and left with stolen goodness. The newsworthiness had dubbed the stealer the pee bandit and had alerted hoi polloi to report suspicious behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a toll. The night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a while. But as time wore on I could n't help but suit frustrated by my aching snatch and the lack of excitement in my life story. I found that without the input of the dirty 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 spectacular and dingy way possible to make up for week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive intriguer store 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 clock time as often it could be dodgy to loosen and retie them. In cooking for today I had drunk as a good deal water as I could stomach the dark before and held onto it all first light, drinking some more before I set out, by the meter I arrived at the computer storage I was about cook to explode.

With a foul smile I sat on the land, hurriedly scooching my rear to the English wall of the cuboid. With some crusade I lifted my ramification and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my foreland with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the solid ground. Deciding to try and make it slow down to add a small superfluous twisting I began fondling the congregation of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in circles. Slipping a finger into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clit with my thumb I shivered in anticipation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurts as it collided with my helping hand, dribbling down my body onto my titty as I relieved the massive force per unit area in my vesica. Soon I had to move my hand out of the way and spread my pussy backtalk to grant the inundation of dark golden piss to shoot over my head and onto the other side wall of the cubical in a somewhat tawdry splatter. The strong sour, musky flavor of the fortunate fluid heightening my foreplay as it sprayed across the modest elbow room, various large splatters landing on my chest and I even managed to enamour a couple dip on my spit. The taste 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 nighttime golden color it was now the salty, off mix set my pussycat aflame with new arousal. As the flow began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my cunt blocking the rest of the low stream and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a fret harder, slipping several fingers into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could feel a high temperature rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my hand. Covered in my own peeing with the taste of it heavy on my lingua I had never been in a dirty spatial relation and the thought process 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 body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a light pant escaped my mouthpiece and my body banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking cryptic breaths I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my hired man and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellow puddle across by tit and teasing myself as waves of fond pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingers covered with my urine and juice, savoring the sweet, musky taste of my pussy and the salty, sour perceptiveness of the urine. I lay there for what felt comparable forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling stage I began pulling myself together, using my old clothes to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen interior designer dress. Looking around the room I saw the absolute heap I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with driblet of golden fluid and a large pool was seeping from the carpet in the cuboidal out under the doorway. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the pathetic cashier girlfriend having to scavenge up the filthy girl I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the storehouse, the ordeal not yet over as I had to give with the stolen dress.

I opened the doorway and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a display table. A gasp of surprise, followed by a trashy exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashiers opened the room access to the changing room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that woman, she 's pissed all over our stock !"I began running towards the social movement door as fast as i could, only a few invertebrate foot before the room access, a heavy imposing security measures sentry duty appeared in straw man of me. His large arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get slack. But it was to no avail. His blazon felt as hearty as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the missy who had opened the variety room threshold caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to hold fast my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my carpus as my struggling forced it closed taut than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to mind causing me discomfort.

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

"Oh wow your in trouble, and what 's that olfaction ?"Replied the certificate safety device.

"I think she pissed all over the change room and herself."The bank clerk answered.

At that the security guard loosened his grasp on me but held my bridge player tight behind my back."come this way, I 'm going to shout the cops on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive garb off her. The cops will need it as evidence."Instructed the security precaution as he began pushing me towards the book binding of the store towards what locked like an empty storage room. He pushed me into the elbow room and locked the door. Everything was black and I heard him calling the copper. I had no theme 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 piss when I was.

After a few minutes the door to the storage room opened up the safety device and the cashier miss were standing there.

"The cops are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the intelligence was talking about, if that 's true your in a unhurt mankind of trouble,"said the safety device as he turned on a light, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my carpus.

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his heavy mitt collided with my cheek sending a tacky wack strait through the room and bringing tears to my center.

"You will do as your told, we ca n't have you walking around in this fine apparel 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 nothing else for it, the through of being made to strip for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't help but feel turned on, a light quiver running through my body and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in nominal head of him and the girl still in the room access. The dress fell to the floor, revealing my raw physical structure underneath. I had n't bothered wearing panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left rear and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the attire, adding to my abasement and causing my already stinging red cheeks to flush to an even deeper tad of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and leave her old one on the trading floor. I have an musical theme to penalize this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the teller girl.

The lady friend stepped out of the doorway and into the way locking the threshold behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the floor in its home. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the sentry duty grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a min slut, first I'm going to learn you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the clothes on the floor. His stream was a dark gold almost to a brown and the odour of piss was so much substantial than the mess I had made earlier. The teller girl 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 incline of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking pool that was now my dress. Her watercourse was a lot ignitor almost like water supply, which I am thankful for as the attire already smelled overpoweringly of urine.

As I knelt there watching my capturer urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to foray for them grew. Being so exposed in front of two the great unwashed who wanted to rag and punish me was exhilarating my consistence was shivering in anticipation and I could not make back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping pussy trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first ghost it was like lightning through my soundbox the anatomy up of arousal had grown so strong in the past times few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to add me to the boundary. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussycat and began roughly fucking myself my cunt well lubricated from all the past stimulant and my current situation.

The safety device was the first of all to notice my actions,"hey get a load of this adulteress shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it's dark almost embrown golden liquid state across my breasts, he aimed the stream up to my grimace trying to get it in my oral fissure and eyes, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and resist after he had hit me earlier..

"What a ass loose woman,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my pilus tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to list my human face into the guard 's weewee. At this point I could n't contain it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become potent and shake as waves of joy assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animal on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to represent with and ruin. Iit was so 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 help but lavish in the moment, even if my treatment was closer to that of a pot.

"Open up cunt,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful delight. I could n't aid but cry out in pain at the rough treatment, and as I did, the coloured piddle landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my pharynx. The taste of it was so stale and off-key that it alone would of been enough to lay down me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the loathly taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the infliction of the miss pulling my fuzz and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few instant later I awoke the gustatory sensation of the guards stale piss still on my tongue, and my breath still short as I struggled to deplumate myself together. The guard was zipping up his pants as the teller leered over me.

"Put your clothes on slut, the bull will be here in any minute."Said the sentry duty kicking the soaking wet dress in my centering.

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

"We will just recount them we found he like this, who are they going to trust the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee brigand, caught in the smutty act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a circuitous smile. With that the left the way, locking me in the room and turning off the Light Within, leaving me in near consummate iniquity to fumble with my attire. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold urine. It was somewhat difficult to see out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the insensate wetness of it made me thrill, the flavour of the stale, sour piss from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier girl.

Wearing the garb was disgusting beyond impression, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste of the safety urine had almost made me throw up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the wearing apparel drenched in their pee was quickly becoming one of the most fulfil and brace things I had ever done. Each drift I made resulting in a dissimilar part of my body being hugged by the cruddy garment, each switch leaving wet spell on the floor and soaking me to my core with the gilded stinking liquid I had spent so very much clip spraying over walls and story of fund. Part of me was horrified at my situation but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was doubtlessly my small point yet, the dirty word and mortification I felt only fueled my desire for more than. Soon enough my bridge player started wandering back to my aching catch. Rubbing my most tender area and probing between my sass. With my former hand I lifted the border of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the feel and desire of my depravity I lost caterpillar tread of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the present moment to last a lifetime as I savored the quite a little I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The threshold opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a endorse they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my head. Caught by surprisal in my reasonless state of delight, it took me a few seconds to follow. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrist joint and I was hauled up to my feet. The inaugural constabulary officer started telling me my rights, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how thing had turned out and struggling with my arousal 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 trouble. Try not to slew on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first gear police officer. And with that we began walking .