As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long peg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin out waist and my perky C cup breasts, with a promontory of prospicient blond hair to top it off. My cunt was adorned with a short neatly trimmed cartoon strip of populace hair and already dripping in expectation of what was to come. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of Hellenic beaut that men would stare at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end decorator clothes store in a shopping center on the rich side of town. I had n't really paid tending to what the computer storage name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a hanker series of storehouse I had visited to slip from, a habit I had picked up as a youthful teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The flush and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the gain in pulse whenever someone manner of walking by the changing way. It was enough to labour me loony. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my action got bolder and as I began exploring my consistence in my younger years, so too did I explore my habits taking endangerment in public piazza and masturbating in the change elbow room I stole from, my predilection branching out to advance feeling of exposure and depravity.

One such fourth dimension about 2 days ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even more of a chill than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a expectant lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping snapper, chosen something decent and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing carrell and I stepped in quickly making sure enough none of the sale lady friend saw what i was wearing before I went in. My convention activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the here and now, the feeling of exposure and risk of infection of pic as I began touching myself. Stroking a fingerbreadth in a circle around my button, I looked through a crevice in the room access at the people walking past the changing room, going about their day completely oblivious of the miss masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my fingers working myself up to a associate rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the meal I had before included a large blow and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to give birth to break off I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the threshold a boastfully centre aged womanhood was approaching the alteration rooms, the form of woman who looks like she complains to the coach at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my stall and knocked on the door, my face mere inch from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my escapade, the musical theme of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to pretend my hands work double clip, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping bitch. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my genitals as my body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the acme of joy, with a grouchy looking woman 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 hold back control of it.

kickoff a piddling squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the niggling squirt was joined by a endorsement and a tierce and suddenly it was a stream. I had no idea what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the skillful orgasm of my life and pissing all over the paries and carpet of the change room. All I could do was abide there and wait for what felt like an infinity for the flow 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 fall of water and call the manager to see, or looking at between the scissure in the threshold to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the place.

The woman was still waiting outside the doorway 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 garb on, and looked around the way to see some splatters of clear urine on the bulwark and dark Deutsche Mark on the carpeting of the floor. Rushing out of the change elbow room I dropped off my old wearing apparel with the new shred on a shelf and darted out of the depot before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the first of many day like it, I had tried to go back to other stores and just steal and pleasure myself like common 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 great deal I had made in the store was wrongfulness and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating matter I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a pointedness of no proceeds in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited hundreds of stock often visiting two or three a hebdomad, pissing in every change elbow room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and hullabaloo I felt at doing something so grime and amiss. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public post, but also the flush and depravity I felt at making such a filthy lot, there was something so proper about doing something that would produce others despise me as a disgusting animal bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as lots as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my pissing turned a lovely golden tint, this of course increased the olfactory modality which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chairs inside changing way, making indisputable I made as much mess as potential while I masturbated and make water. Each fourth dimension the Adrenalin, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the genial thrust to orgasm as my deal worked my cunt.

I still stole thing 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 tear and such and some I gifted to friends and congenator for natal day 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 taradiddle about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a serial shoplifter who ruined computer memory changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen good. The news show had dubbed the stealer the pee bandit and had alerted masses to account leery behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a toll. The night I had seen the composition I had been frightened off of my habit for a spell. But as metre wore on I could n't help but become frustrated by my aching pussy and the deficiency of excitement in my life. I found that without the input of the dirty turn I had grown used to it was almost insufferable for me to cum. Eventually I gave in, I needed to get off and I planned on doing it in the most dramatic and contaminating way possible to pee-pee up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer storehouse today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my dress were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over meter as often it could be tricky to undo and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as lots water as I could stand 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 quick to burst.

With a mischievous grin I sat on the reason, hurriedly scooching my rear end to the English paries of the cubical. With some campaign 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 earth. Deciding to try and take it slow down to add a little excess torture I began fondling the congregation of my snatch, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in Mexican valium. Slipping a digit 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 relieve oneself began in squirt as it collided with my deal, dribbling down my body onto my breasts as I relieved the monolithic pressure in my vesica. Soon I had to displace my helping hand out of the way and circularise my pussy backtalk to permit the cloudburst of nighttime gold piss to shoot over my promontory and onto the other side bulwark of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The firm tartness, musky olfactory property of the fortunate fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small way, respective large splatters landing on my chest and I even managed to enamour a mates drop-off on my clapper. The taste of my own pee 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 coloring it was now the salty, false mix set my pussy aflame with new arousal. As the flow began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my slit blocking the rest of the low stream and forcing it to slobber down onto me as a itch harder, slipping several finger into my now piss lubricated bitch.

I could feel a heating plant rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my hand. Covered in my own piddle with the taste of it great on my clapper I had never been in a pestiferous lieu and the thought of being in such a public place like this thrilled me to no end. My helping hand began trembling as my ramification wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a lighter gasp escaped my mouth and my body banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking mysterious breath I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my bureau spreading the yellowed pissing across by breasts and teasing myself as moving ridge of warm pleasure emanated from my genitals. I began licking off my finger's breadth covered with my pee and juice, savoring the sweet, musky taste of my pussy and the salty, sour gustatory sensation of the urine. I lay there for what felt the likes of forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling legs I began pulling myself together, using my old clothes to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer attire. Looking around the room I saw the sheer pot I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with cliff of golden fluid and a big puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cuboidal out under the door. Smiling to myself at the opinion of one of the poor cashier girls having to cleanse up the filthy young woman I had made. I tied up my pilus and prepared to take the air out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to get out with the stolen dress.

I opened the threshold and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my moistness old apparel on a video display table. A pant of surprise, followed by a loud exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashier opened the door 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 store !"I began running towards the social movement door as fast as i could, only a few foot before the doorway, a prominent imposing protection guard appeared in straw man of me. His magnanimous implements of war 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 loose them a bit. The the girl who had opened the change way door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed fuddled than it should of been, the girl did n't look to bear in mind causing me discomfort.

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

"Oh wow your in trouble, and what 's that smell ?"Replied the protection guard.

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

At that the security measures guard loosened his traveling bag on me but held my mitt tight behind my vertebral column."come this way, I 'm going to call the pig on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The cop will need it as evidence."Instructed the surety guard duty as he began pushing me towards the spine of the storehouse towards what locked like an empty storage way. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was inglorious and I heard him calling the cop. I had no estimate what had just happened, never in my life history 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 minute of arc the door to the reposition way opened up the sentry go and the cashier girl were standing there.

"The pig are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the word was talking about, if that 's true your in a all man of trouble,"said the guard as he turned on a sparkle, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my wrist.

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

"What no I'm not stripping in nominal head of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large hands collided with my buttock sending a loud wack sound through the way and bringing tear to my middle.

"You will do as your told, we ca n't have you walking around in this ticket 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 cypher else for it, the through of being made to foray 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 tingle running through my consistence and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the room access. The wearing apparel fell to the floor, revealing my naked body underneath. I had n't bothered wear thin panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left arse and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the clothes, adding to my abasement and causing my already stinging red cheeks to blush to an even deeper shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and leave alone her old one on the floor. I have an estimation to punish this cruddy slut."Instructed the sentry go to the cashier girl.

The girl 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 trading floor in its place. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a minute trollop, first I'm going to learn you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his stopcock and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His watercourse was a glum gold almost to a brown and the smell of urine was so much stronger than the hatful I had made earlier. The cashier fille understanding what he meant to do began removing her step-in from underneath her wench. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the former face of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle 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 captors urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. existence so exposed in movement of two the great unwashed who wanted to dun and punish me was exhilarating my consistency was shivering in prevision and I could not hold back any yearner. 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 first touch it was like lightning through my torso the human body up of rousing had grown so strong in the past few min that barely touching myself was almost enough to work me to the boundary. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my twat well lubricated from all the past stimulus and my current office.

The safeguard was the first to notice my actions,"hey get a cargo of this slut 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 brown prosperous liquid state 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 forfend it but not daring to try and stand up after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slut,"replied the cashier lady friend finishing her pee on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to slant my font into the guard 's piss. At this full point I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and pace construction up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become stiff and shake as waves of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of brute on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to meet with and break. 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 assist but shower in the moment, even if my treatment was closer to that of a toilet.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful delight. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the rough treatment, and as I did, the dark pee landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my pharynx. The taste of it was so stale and turn that it alone would of been plenty to make me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul preference permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His pissing tasted nothing like my own and the filth of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The joy of my coming combining with the pain in the neck of the female child pulling my haircloth and me gasping for air was too practically, everything went black…

A few moment later I awoke the taste of the precaution stale piss still on my glossa, and my breathing place still short as I struggled to pull in myself together. The guard was zipping up his knickers as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on hussy, the bull will be here in any minute."Said the guard kicking the soaking wet clothes in my counsel.

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

"We will just tell them we found he like this, who are they going to conceive the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the foul act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a devious grin. With that the left the elbow room, locking me in the room and turning off the light, leaving me in near complete darkness to bodge with my attire. My dress that was now soaked to the inwardness with their now cold weewee. It was somewhat hard to picture out which side of meat of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the frigid wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, sour pissing from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier miss.

Wearing the garb was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste of the precaution urine had almost made me flip up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most fulfil and arousing things I had ever done. Each front I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet patches on the base and soaking me to my core with the favorable stinking liquid I had spent so a good deal sentence spraying over walls and floors of computer storage. Part of me was horrified at my situation but the residuum of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my depleted tip yet, the filth and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon adequate my helping hand started wandering back to my aching kidnapping. Rubbing my most raw expanse and probing between my lips. With my other hand I lifted the edge of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul aroma of my captors filth. Losing myself in the aroma and desire of my corruption I lost rail of sentence my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the minute to last a lifetime as I savored the batch I was in and, the mess hall that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two police policeman. Barely hesitating a secondly they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my mind. Caught by surprise in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few second to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my articulatio radiocarpea and I was hauled up to my feet. The first-class honours degree police 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 impuissance and humiliation i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the place, if your who they say you are your in big hassle. Try not to drop away on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first police police officer. And with that we began walking .