As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my foresighted leg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waist and my perky C cup white meat, with a forefront of hanker blond hair to top it off. My kitty was adorned with a short neatly trimmed airstrip of public hair and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My figure is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of classic beauty that men would gaze at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing elbow room of a high end designer clothes store in a shopping center on the rich side of Town. I had n't really paid attention to what the store name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a recollective series of computer memory I had visited to slip from, a habit I had picked up as a Brigham Young teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The rush and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the concern of getting caught, the increase in flash whenever someone walking by the changing room. It was enough to push me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my natural process got bolder and as I began exploring my soundbox in my untested years, so too did I explore my riding habit taking risks in populace situation and masturbating in the alteration elbow room I stole from, my gustatory perception branching out to further feelings of photograph and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even More of a shudder than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a large tiffin, I set out to a storehouse within the shopping center, chosen something skillful and set off towards the change elbow room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure as shooting none of the sale girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My formula activity ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the present moment, the notion of exposure and risk of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a fingerbreadth in a Mexican valium 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 cunt, with two of my finger's breadth working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the meal I had before included a gravid coke and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to have to block off I ignored the rising tenseness in my bladder.

Looking out the tornado in the door a great middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of adult female who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my stall and knocked on the threshold, my face mere inches from her mitt. This was the closest I had gotten to a individual in my escapade, the mind of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was sufficiency to make my hands work two-fold prison term, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping twat. Stifling a moan, I felt passion emanating from my crotch as my trunk began to tremble and thrill in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my trunk at the elevation of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure level in my vesica finally broke through. With all the champion going through my body I could no longer keep control of it.

commencement a little squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the little spirt was joined by a arcsecond and a third and suddenly it was a flow. I had no estimation what to do I was bent grass 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 stand there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the watercourse to end, I felt like war cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and active than I had ever been. Surely at any import the woman outside would hear the fall of pee and send for the director to ensure, or feeling between the fissure in the door to see my shaking form bent-grass over pissing all over the place.

The cleaning woman was still waiting outside the room access 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 clothes on, and looked around the elbow room to see some splutter of clear urine on the bulwark and dark home run on the carpeting of the flooring. Rushing out of the alteration room I dropped off my old dress with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy fair sex could raise an alarm.

That had been the first of many mean solar day like it, I had tried to go back to early entrepot and just steal and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the same, there was something missing and I knew that mystifying down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the great deal I had made in the storehouse was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating matter I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a stage of no return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited hundreds of stores often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and excitement I felt at doing something so marked-up and ill-timed. I began not only craving the adrenaline and exposure I felt from being in such a public lieu, but also the thrill and depravity I felt at making such a filthy slew, there was something so right about doing something that would stool others disdain me as a disgusting creature bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as a lot as I could before my shopping misstep, often holding onto it for as farseeing as I could so that my pee turned a endearing golden shadiness, this of course increased the smell which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chairs inside changing suite, making sure I made as very much mess as potential while I masturbated and pee-pee. Each clip the adrenaline, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my hands worked my pussy.

I still stole things 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 vaulting horse, or to pay economic rent and such and some I gifted to friends and relatives for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much joy it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local tidings story about all the computer memory I had been to, complaining about a serial publication shoplifter who ruined computer storage changing suite by urinating all over them and left with stolen goods. The news had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to report suspicious behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The night I had seen the write up I had been frightened off of my use for a while. But as time wore on I could n't help oneself but suit frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of excitement in my liveliness. I found that without the stimulus of the dirty acts I had grown used to it was almost unsufferable 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 week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive couturier store today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made surely my wearing apparel were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over sentence as often it could be catchy to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as much piss as I could stomach the Night before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the meter I arrived at the store I was about set to split.

With a yucky smiling I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side wall of the cubiform. With some effort I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my head word with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and charter it slow to add a lilliputian extra overrefinement I began fondling the plication of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in lap. Slipping a finger into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clit with my thumb 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 organic structure onto my knocker as I relieved the massive pressure in my vesica. Soon I had to actuate my manus out of the way and spread my kitty-cat sass to allow the torrent of dark favorable urine to shoot over my mind and onto the other side bulwark of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The unattackable tartness, musky smelling of the halcyon fluid heightening my stimulation as it sprayed across the small elbow room, several bombastic splatters landing on my dresser and I even managed to catch a couple drops on my lingua. The taste of my own water 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 favourable color it was now the salty, morose mix set my pussy aflame with new foreplay. As the flow began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my twat blocking the rest of the low watercourse and forcing it to drip down onto me as a itch harder, slipping several fingerbreadth into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could feel a heat energy rising through me as I fucked myself toilsome 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 intellection of being in such a populace place like this thrilled me to no end. My helping hand began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my eubstance convulsed in orgasmic seventh heaven, a clean gasp escaped my rima oris and my body banged against the wall a few sentence uncontrollably. Taking deep breaths I attempted to retrieve my composure, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by breasts and teasing myself as waves of warmly delight emanated from my genital organ. I began licking off my fingers covered with my piss and juice, savoring the afters, musky sense of taste of my pussy and the salty, glum 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 clothes to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer apparel. Looking around the way I saw the infrangible fix I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with pearl of golden fluid and a bombastic pool was seeping from the rug in the cubiform out under the threshold. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the poor cashier girls having to strip up the cruddy miss I had made. I tied up my tomentum and prepared to walk out of the depot, the ordeal not yet over as I had to go forth with the stolen dress.

I opened the threshold and began making my way out of the stock, gingerly placing my moist old clothes on a display table. A pant of surprise, followed by a gaudy exclaiming of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashiers opened the door to the changing elbow room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"period that cleaning lady, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the face door as fast as i could, only a few feet before the door, a declamatory imposing certificate safeguard appeared in front end of me. His enceinte arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get release. But it was to no avail. His arms felt as solid as bricks and I could n't relax them a bit. The the fille who had opened the change elbow room doorway caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to adhere my script behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed compressed than it should of been, the young lady 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 fuss, and what 's that sense of smell ?"Replied the security sentry go.

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

At that the security safeguard loosened his grip on me but held my hired hand tight behind my back."Come this way, I 'm going to forebode the cops on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive apparel off her. The copper will need it as evidence."Instructed the certificate guard as he began pushing me towards the back of the storage towards what locked like an empty storage elbow room. He pushed me into the room and locked the room access. 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 room access to the storage room opened up the guard and the teller girl were standing there.

"The fuzz are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the news was talking about, if that 's confessedly your in a unit world of trouble,"said the precaution 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 take this stolen clothes off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large hands collided with my cheek 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 delicately dress that you have stolen."he replied.

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

After that I just started taking the wearing apparel off there was zero else for it, the through of being made to strip down for this turgid, imposing man was scary and humiliating in shipway I had never imagined, I could n't serve but feel turned on, a light tingle running through my consistency and heating my private parts as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the room access. The dress fell to the story, revealing my naked organic structure 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 exemption and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the clothes, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red nerve to flush to an even deeper shadowiness of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and leave her old one on the floor. I have an estimation to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the safety device to the teller girl.

The fille stepped out of the room access and into the room locking the room access behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the storey in its place. As I went to peck it up eager to get dressed, the safety 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 hammer and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His stream was a blue gold almost to a Brown University and the smell of urine was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier young lady 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 English of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my clothes. Her stream was much lightsome almost like water, which I am thankful for as the attire already smelled overpoweringly of water.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to reave for them grew. Being so exposed in strawman of two people who wanted to torment and penalize me was exhilarating my torso was shivering in anticipation and I could not hold in 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 body the build up of arousal had grown so inviolable in the past few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the edge. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my current situation.

The guard was the offset to notice my action,"hey get a load of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking flow towards me. The pissing hit my chest of drawers splattering it's nighttime almost brown golden liquid across my breasts, he aimed the current up to my expression trying to get it in my sass and optic, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking loose woman,"replied the teller girl finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my haircloth tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to tend my grimace into the guard 's peeing. At this decimal point I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and step building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my trunk to go strong and shake as waves of delight assaulted me. I felt like some variety of animate being on show for these citizenry 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 assist but lavish in the bit, even if my discussion was closer to that of a toilet.

"clear up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help but cry out in botheration at the rasping treatment, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my pharynx. The taste sensation of it was so moth-eaten and morose that it alone would of been enough to piss me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the repelling penchant permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His pee tasted zilch like my own and the foulness of it almost made me bedevil up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the pain of the little girl pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the discernment of the guards stale piss still on my glossa, and my breath still short as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your wearing apparel on jade, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the safeguard kicking the soaking wet dress in my direction.

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

"We will just separate them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the estimable employees of this shopping core, or the infamous pee brigand, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The sentry duty replied with a devious smile. With that the left the room, locking me in the elbow room and turning off the light, leaving me in near staring shadow to bollocks with my clothes. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold weewee. It was somewhat difficult to envision out which slope of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me shiver, the aroma of the stale, sour water from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier girl.

Wearing the attire was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards urine had almost made me throw up, the contaminate scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the clothes drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most live up to and arousing things I had ever done. Each effort I made resulting in a dissimilar part of my body being hugged by the foul garment, each displacement leaving wet patches on the floor and soaking me to my effect with the lucky stinking liquidity I had spent so very much sentence spraying over walls and floors of stores. office of me was horrified at my billet but the rest period of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my lowest decimal point yet, the stain and abasement I felt only fueled my desire for Sir Thomas More. Soon enough my handwriting started wandering back to my aching slit. Rubbing my most sensitive areas and probing between my sassing. With my other bridge player I lifted the sharpness of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the choke odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the feel and desire of my depravity I lost track of metre my nous distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to last a lifetime as I savored the mess I was in and, the heap that I myself was.

The room access opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my head. Caught by surprisal in my mindless state of delight, it took me a few seconds to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first police ship's officer started telling me my rightfulness, 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 humiliation 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 fall away on your tidy sum while we walk out to the car."said the first police military officer. And with that we began walking .