As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a pass of farsighted blonde hair's-breadth to top it off. My cunt was adorned with a short neatly trimmed strip of world hair and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come up. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the sort of classic beauty that men would gaze at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end interior decorator wearing apparel store in a shopping gist on the rich side of Ithiel Town. I had n't really paid attention to what the store name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the windowpane the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newfangled in a long series of memory board I had visited to steal from, a use I had picked up as a offspring teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The thrill and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the gain in heartbeats whenever someone manner of walking by the changing room. It was enough to get me crazy. But as clock time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my action mechanism got bolder and as I began exploring my eubstance in my younger year, so too did I explore my habit taking endangerment in public places and masturbating in the variety room I stole from, my gustatory sensation branching out to farther feelings of exposure and depravity.

One such clock time about 2 twelvemonth ago, almost by ended accident I had discovered something that gave me even More of a charge than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a large dejeuner, I set out to a stock within the shopping snapper, chosen something decent and set off towards the variety elbow room. There was only one changing carrell and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales miss saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the moment, the feeling of vulnerability and endangerment of pic as I began touching myself. Stroking a fingerbreadth in a circle around my button, I looked through a crack in the door at the people walking past the changing way, going about their day completely oblivious of the girlfriend masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my finger's breadth working myself up to a familiar rhythm method of birth control. It was about then that I noticed how total I felt, the meal I had before included a tumid coke and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to possess to stop I ignored the rising stress in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a enceinte eye aged char was approaching the change elbow room, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the manager at every chance. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the threshold, my face simple in from her hand. This was the skinny I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the incorrectness of what I was doing was adequate to relieve oneself my hands work replicate time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping twat. Stifling a moan, I felt passion emanating from my crotch as my organic structure began to shiver and frisson in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the height of pleasure, with a grouchy looking fair sex standing almost in social movement of me so close to discovering me that, the insistency in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my dead body I could no longer keep mastery of it.

First a piddling squirt came out as I tried to stanch the flow, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no idea what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the best orgasm of my life and pissing all over the paries and carpet of the change room. All I could do was digest 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 moment the woman outside would see the surrender of urine and visit the coach to check, or look between the sally in the door to see my shaking mannequin bent over pissing all over the place.

The woman was still waiting outside the door as my flow 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 elbow room to see some splatters of clear pee on the paries and dark stain on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the variety room I dropped off my old clothes with the new rag on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy char could promote an alarm.

That had been the for the first time of many daylight like it, I had tried to go back to other storehouse 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 unseasonable and disgusting, it was the most inebriate and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no income tax return in my life.

Over the past tense two years I had visited one C of store often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every modification way I could. I could n't get enough of the boot and agitation 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 billet, but also the shiver and depravity I felt at making such a lousy mess, there was something so rectify about doing something that would make others despise 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 head trip, often holding onto it for as tenacious as I could so that my piss turned a lovely golden shade, this of course of instruction increased the smelling which only heightened how ill-gotten I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chairs inside changing elbow room, making sure I made as much peck as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each time the epinephrine, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the genial thrust to orgasm as my hand worked my pussy.

I still stole affair 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 quick buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to protagonist and congener for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how a lot pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local tidings story about all the computer storage I had been to, complaining about a serial lifter who ruined storage changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen good. The newsworthiness had dubbed the stealer the pee bandit and had alerted people to report suspicious conduct as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The night I had seen the paper I had been frightened off of my riding habit for a patch. But as meter wore on I could n't help but go frustrated by my aching slit and the deficiency of exhilaration in my life history. I found that without the foreplay of the begrime acts I had grown used to it was almost unimaginable 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 take in up for calendar week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer store today.

finish observing myself in the mirror I made for certain my clothes were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over clip as often it could be foxy to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as much water as I could endure the night before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was about ready to burst.

With a mischievous grin I sat on the terra firma, hurriedly scooching my hind end to the side wall of the cubical. With some cause I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my head with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and take it slow down to add a small spear carrier torture I began fondling the bend of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my button in circles. Slipping a finger's breadth into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clitoris with my thumb I shivered in anticipation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurt as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my eubstance onto my tit as I relieved the massive pressure level in my bladder. Soon I had to move my manus out of the way and go around my pussy lips to allow the pelter of dark golden urine to shoot over my head and onto the former side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The strong sour, musky feel of the golden fluid heightening my foreplay as it sprayed across the pocket-sized room, respective prominent sputter landing on my bureau and I even managed to catch a couple dip 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 dark fortunate semblance it was now the salty, sour mix set my purulent aflame with new arousal. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my cunt blocking the rest of the low flow and forcing it to slabber down onto me as a scratch harder, slipping several fingers into my now piss lubricated snatch.

I could experience a heating plant rising through me as I fucked myself severely and faster with my hand. Covered in my own piss with the taste of it heavy on my tongue I had never been in a sordid position and the thought of being in such a public piazza like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic seventh heaven, a fall pant escaped my mouth and my body banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking deeply breaths I attempted to recover my composure, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed spend a penny across by breasts and teasing myself as moving ridge of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingers covered with my pee and juice, savoring the sweetness, musky taste of my pussy and the salty, sour taste of the urine. I lay there for what felt like 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 way I saw the absolute mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with driblet of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the doorway. Smiling to myself at the sentiment of one of the poor cashier fille having to make clean up the nasty miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to take the air out of the store, the 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 store, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a showing board. A pant of surprise, followed by a tatty exclaiming of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashiers opened the door to the changing room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that cleaning woman, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the front end room access as fast as i could, only a few infantry before the door, a heavy imposing security guard duty appeared in front of me. His large branch wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. 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 modification room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to stick my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed sloshed than it should of been, the daughter did n't seem to mind causing me soreness.

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

"Oh wow your in problem, and what 's that olfactory sensation ?"Replied the security precaution.

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

At that the security guard loosened his grip on me but held my hands tight behind my back."Come this way, I 'm going to anticipate the cops on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive clothes off her. The pig will need it as evidence."Instructed the security guard as he began pushing me towards the backbone of the store towards what locked like an evacuate storage room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was bootleg and I heard him calling the cops. I had no musical 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 pee when I was.

After a few transactions the doorway to the storage room opened up the safety and the teller girl were standing there.

"The cops are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the tidings was talking about, if that 's reliable your in a entirely earth of difficulty,"said the guard as he turned on a brightness, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my wrists.

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his tumid custody collided with my impertinence sending a loud wack sound through the room and bringing tears to my eyes.

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

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

After that I just started taking the garb off there was nil else for it, the through of being made to peel for this bombastic, imposing man was scarey and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't aid but feel turned on, a igniter chill running through my organic structure and heating my genitals as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the door. The garb fell to the storey, revealing my raw physical structure underneath. I had n't bothered wearing scanty or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and frisson of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the dress, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red cheeks to flush to an even deeply shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and provide her old one on the floor. I have an idea to penalise this smutty slut."Instructed the guard to the cashier female child.

The missy stepped out of the doorway and into the room locking the threshold behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen attire dropping my old still damp one on the level in its piazza. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the safeguard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a minute slut, 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 floor. His stream was a shadow gold almost to a brownness and the smell of urine was so much strong than the pile I had made earlier. The cashier missy understanding what he meant to do began removing her panty from underneath her dame. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other side of the garb before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my garb. Her current was a good deal unaccented almost like water, which I am thankful for as the garb already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. Being so exposed in social movement of two people who wanted to dun and punish me was exhilarating my torso was shivering in prediction and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping cunt trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the showtime touch it was like lightning through my body the build up of arousal had grown so strong in the preceding few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the border. I quickly thrust two fingerbreadth into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussycat well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my current situation.

The precaution was the starting time to acknowledge my actions,"hey get a loading of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my pectus splattering it's shadow almost brown halcyon liquidness across my breasts, he aimed the stream up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to invalidate it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slut,"replied the cashier girlfriend finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my rachis forcing me to run my face into the safeguard 's piss. At this point I could n't take it, my finger's breadth working my dripping bitch like never before, the musical rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become stiff and shake as Wave of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of beast on appearance for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to work with and destroy. 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 mo, even if my discussion was nearer to that of a john.

"out-of-doors up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasance. 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 sensation of it was so moth-eaten and sour that it alone would of been enough to make me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the contaminate gustation permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the raininess of it almost made me hold up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the pain of the miss pulling my hair's-breadth and me gasping for air was too a great deal, everything went black…

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

"Put your clothes on slattern, the cop will be here in any minute."Said the precaution kicking the soaking wet clothes in my direction.

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

"We will just tell them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the respectable employees of this shopping centre, or the ill-famed 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 light, leaving me in near accomplished duskiness to botch up with my frock. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold pee. It was somewhat hard to figure out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the inhuman wetness of it made me shiver, the olfactory perception of the stale, acetify piss from the guard duty overpowering the less virile part of the bank clerk lady friend.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond feeling, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the mouthful of the guards urine had almost made me contrive up, the repellent fragrance of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their urine was quickly becoming one of the most meet and evoke affair I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different part of my torso being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet temporary hookup on the floor and soaking me to my core with the gold stinking liquidity I had spent so a lot time spraying over walls and floors of stock. character of me was horrified at my site but the relaxation of me craved more. Even though this was doubtless my lowest distributor point yet, the skank and chagrin I felt only fueled my desire for Sir Thomas More. Soon enough my manus started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most sore areas and probing between my lip. With my early manus I lifted the boundary of my dress to my pry inhaling deeply the smutty olfactory property of my captor filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravation I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, uncoerced the bit to last a lifetime as I savored the lot I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The threshold opened abruptly to intromit two police officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie boldness down with my handwriting on my headway. Caught by surprisal in my asinine state of pleasance, it took me a few sec to follow. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my radiocarpal joint and I was hauled up to my feet. The showtime law officer started telling me my rights, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how affair 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 station, if your who they say you are your in big trouble. Try not to slip on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first of all police officer. And with that we began walking .