As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my build, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a head of long blond whisker to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a short circuit neatly trimmed cartoon strip of public hairsbreadth and already dripping in anticipation of what was to do. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the form of authoritative beauty that men would stare at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing way of a high end designer apparel store in a shopping center on the racy side of town. I had n't really paid aid to what the stores name was only the expensive looking garb I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a tenacious series of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a untried teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The thrill and the Adrenalin of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in wink whenever soul walks by the changing elbow room. It was enough to get me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my action mechanism got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my immature geezerhood, so too did I explore my riding habit taking risk of infection in populace places and masturbating in the modification suite I stole from, my tastes branching out to further feelings of photograph and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by everlasting accident I had discovered something that gave me even more of a thrill than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a large lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping center, chosen something nice and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing carrel and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal bodily process ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the moment, the touch sensation of vulnerability and risk of photograph as I began touching myself. Stroking a fingerbreadth in a circle around my button, I looked through a crack in the room access at the people walking past the changing rooms, going about their day completely oblivious of the miss masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of apparel.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my fingers working myself up to a conversant calendar method of birth control. It was about then that I noticed how total I felt, the meal I had before included a bombastic coke and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to stimulate to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the fissure in the door a large midsection aged woman was approaching the alteration rooms, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the doorway, my face mere column inch from her helping hand. This was the near 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 manus work threefold time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping slit. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my genitalia as my trunk began to shake and chill in orgasmic bliss. It was at that dot, my body at the height of pleasance, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the insistency in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my body I could no longer keep ascendance of it.

number one a petty squirt came out as I tried to staunch the rate of flow, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a s and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no idea what to do I was bent-grass over raw, shaking from the best orgasm of my life and pissing all over the paries and rug of the variety room. All I could do was stand there and hold off for what felt like an eternity for the current to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any consequence the fair sex outside would get wind the fall of urine and visit the manager to check, or look between the cranny in the door to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the place.

The woman was still waiting outside the door as my stream of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen wearing apparel to the one I had worn in. I threw the new apparel on, and looked around the room to see some splatters of net urine on the wall and dark marks on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the variety room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tag end on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could prove an alarm.

That had been the number 1 of many 24-hour interval like it, I had tried to go back to other storage and just steal and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the Saami, 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 memory board was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no take in my life.

Over the past times two eld I had visited one C of computer storage often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every variety room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and fervor I felt at doing something so dirty and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and exposure I felt from being in such a public place, but also the frisson and depravity I felt at making such a dirty mess, there was something so mighty about doing something that would make others despise me as a disgusting creature bent-grass on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as a great deal as I could before my shopping trip, often holding onto it for as longsighted as I could so that my piss turned a endearing golden shade, this of course increased the smell which only heightened how soil I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and president inside changing room, making sure as shooting I made as much heap as potential while I masturbated and urinated. Each time the Adrenalin, exposure and neediness of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my deal worked my pussy.

I still stole thing it was very much a character of who I was at that point, not that I needed the dress. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick buck, or to pay economic rent and such and some I gifted to friend and relative for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local tidings story about all the memory I had been to, complaining about a serial booster who ruined computer memory changing elbow room by urinating all over them and left with stolen trade good. The tidings had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to describe suspicious doings as the brigand had racked up quite a cost. The Nox I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a piece. But as time wore on I could n't help but turn frustrated by my aching pussy and the deficiency of excitement in my biography. I found that without the stimulation of the grime human activity 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 dirty way possible to make up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer store today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my clothes were set aside and swapped the tag end early, a deterrent example I had learned over time as often it could be slick to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as much urine as I could abide the night before and held onto it all good morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was about ready to burst.

With a pixilated grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side rampart of the cuboid. With some effort I lifted my wooden leg and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my oral sex with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the terra firma. Deciding to try and convey it slow to add a little extra anguish I began fondling the folds of my slit, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clitoris in forget me drug. 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 water began in squirt as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my torso onto my breasts as I relieved the massive press in my bladder. Soon I had to run my deal out of the way and spread my pussy lips to take into account the torrent of dark gold pee to shoot over my promontory and onto the former side wall of the cubical in a somewhat gimcrack sputtering. The substantial sour, musky smell of the lucky fluid heightening my stimulation as it sprayed across the small room, several large sputtering landing on my chest and I even managed to entrance a couple drops on my tongue. 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, sour mix set my pussy aflame with new arousal. As the watercourse began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my twat blocking the rest of the low current and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a rubbed harder, slipping several fingers into my now piss lubricated pussy.

I could palpate a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my handwriting. Covered in my own piss 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 workforce began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my trunk convulsed in orgasmic walking on air, a visible radiation gasp escaped my mouth and my torso banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking deep breath I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my thorax spreading the yellowed piss across by white meat and teasing myself as waving of fond pleasure emanated from my private parts. I began licking off my fingers covered with my water and succus, savoring the sweet, musky taste of my pussy and the salty, sour taste of the urine. I lay there for what felt wish forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling legs I began pulling myself together, using my old dress to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer dress. Looking around the room I saw the inviolable mickle I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drops of golden fluid and a large pool was seeping from the carpeting in the cubical out under the door. Smiling to myself at the view of one of the inadequate cashier girls having to clean up the cruddy miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the computer storage, the trial by ordeal not yet over as I had to leave with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the memory, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a display table. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the storage's bank clerk opened the door to the changing elbow room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that fair sex, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the front door as fast as i could, only a few foot before the room access, a big imposing security guard appeared in front of me. His large blazonry wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no service. His blazonry felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girl who had opened the variety 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 tighter than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to heed causing me soreness.

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

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

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

At that the surety guard loosened his handgrip on me but held my hired man tight behind my back."come this way, I 'm going to call the cops on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive attire off her. The copper will need it as evidence."Instructed the security safety device as he began pushing me towards the back of the depot towards what locked like an empty-bellied repositing room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was black and I heard him calling the cops. I had no idea 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 threshold to the storage room opened up the guard and the teller girl were standing there.

"The bull are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the news program was talking about, if that 's straight your in a hale humankind of trouble,"said the guard as he turned on a light, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my wrists.

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his vauntingly hands collided with my boldness sending a tacky wack sound through the room and bringing split to my eyes.

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

"But I,"*Wack* another hand met my brass 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 down for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't serve but sense turned on, a light tingle running through my body and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in front of him and the lady friend still in the door. The dress fell to the floor, revealing my defenseless soundbox underneath. I had n't bothered wearing panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the dress, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red impudence to crimson to an even deeper shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and leave her old one on the floor. I have an idea to penalize this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the bank clerk girl.

The girl stepped out of the room access and into the room locking the threshold behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the storey in its lieu. As I went to piece it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a bit hussy, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the dress on the flooring. His current was a dark gold almost to a Robert Brown and the smell of water was so much substantial than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier daughter understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her chick. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the early slope of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking pool that was now my dress. Her stream was much lighter almost like water, which I am thankful for as the attire already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captor urinating on my clothes, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to loot for them grew. organism so exposed in front of two masses who wanted to torment and penalise me was exhilarating my organic structure was shivering in anticipation and I could not obligate 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 offset touch it was like lightning through my body the build up of arousal had grown so strong in the retiring 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 pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulant and my stream situation.

The safeguard was the number 1 to notice my action at law,"hey get a load of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking watercourse towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it's dark almost brown golden liquid across my knocker, he aimed the flow up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and middle, as I squirmed trying to forfend it but not daring to try and stick out after he had hit me earlier..

"What a nooky trollop,"replied the teller miss finishing her urine on the attire and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my fuzz tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to lean my nerve into the sentry duty 's piss. At this point I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm method and pace construction up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become stiff and shake as undulation of delight assaulted me. I felt like some form of brute on show for these masses humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and deflower. 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 aid but lavish in the moment, even if my treatment was closer to that of a privy.

"open air up cunt,"she said pulling my hairsbreadth even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the rough discussion, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so dusty and acidity that it alone would of been decent to make me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His urine tasted nothing like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasance of my orgasm combining with the nuisance of the daughter pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the gustatory modality of the guard stale piss still on my natural language, and my intimation still little as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your dress on strumpet, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the guard kicking the soaking wet dress in my commission.

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

"We will just differentiate them we found he like this, who are they going to think the us the tidy employees of this shopping mall, or the infamous pee brigand, caught in the lousy 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 light, leaving me in near complete darkness to fumble with my attire. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold piss. 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 shiver, the smell of the stale, work piss from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier girl.

Wearing the wearing apparel was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the appreciation of the precaution urine 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 thing I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each sack leaving wet patches on the floor and soaking me to my heart with the gold stinking liquid I had spent so often prison term spraying over walls and trading floor of memory. Part of me was horrified at my state of affairs but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was doubtless my lowest point yet, the stain and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon sufficiency my hand started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most raw areas and probing between my sass. With my other hand I lifted the edge of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravity I lost track of clock time my creative thinker distant as I pleasured myself, willing the here and now to last a lifetime as I savored the mess I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The doorway opened abruptly to admit two constabulary officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie grimace down with my manpower on my head. Caught by surprisal in my reasonless state of pleasure, it took me a few secondment to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my radiocarpal joint and I was hauled up to my feet. The number one police 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 arousal at the weakness and humiliation i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the post, if your who they say you are your in big trouble. Try not to slip on your stack while we walk out to the car."said the first police officer. And with that we began walking .