As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my prospicient pegleg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a head of long blonde hair's-breadth to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a light neatly trimmed striptease of populace hair and already dripping in expectancy of what was to come. My figure is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the form of classic beauty that men would stare at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end designer wearing apparel store in a shopping center of attention on the rich side of townsfolk. I had n't really paid tending to what the stock public figure was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the young in a farseeing series of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a young 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 walking by the changing room. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my actions got bolder and as I began exploring my physical structure in my younger years, so too did I search my habits taking risks in public places and masturbating in the change suite I stole from, my tastes branching out to further flavor of exposure and depravity.

One such sentence about 2 years ago, almost by complete fortuity I had discovered something that gave me even more of a frisson than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like pattern, having had a declamatory tiffin, I set out to a memory board within the shopping essence, chosen something nice and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing cell and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My formula bodily process ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the moment, the look of vulnerability and hazard of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my button, I looked through a crack in the door at the people walking past the changing elbow room, going about their day completely oblivious of the little girl masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening twat, with two of my fingers 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 large coke and it had already made its way through my trunk. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the doorway a prominent middle aged cleaning woman was approaching the change room, the kind of adult female who looks like she complains to the director at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my carrel and knocked on the doorway, my face mere in from her paw. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was adequate to spend a penny my workforce work two-baser time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt heat emanating from my crotch as my soundbox began to shiver and shiver in orgasmic bliss. It was at that compass point, my organic structure at the tiptop of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in movement of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my trunk I could no longer stay fresh control of it.

First a petty squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a tierce and suddenly it was a stream. I had no mind what to do I was bent over nude, shaking from the proficient orgasm of my aliveness and pissing all over the paries and carpeting of the change way. All I could do was stick out 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 alert than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the charwoman outside would hear the nightfall of water and squall the coach to chink, or looking between the cracking in the room access to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the place.

The char was still waiting outside the door as my current of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen dress to the one I had worn in. I threw the new apparel on, and looked around the room to see some splattering of cleared urine on the walls and sour marks on the carpet of the level. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the first of many days like it, I had tried to go back to former memory and just slip 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 batch I had made in the computer storage was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating affair I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a full point of no return in my life.

Over the preceding two years I had visited hundreds of shop 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 muddy and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public place, but also the shudder and corruption I felt at making such a filthy plenty, there was something so rightfield about doing something that would get to others contemn me as a disgusting fauna bent-grass on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as practically as I could before my shopping slip, often holding onto it for as yearn as I could so that my urine turned a lovely golden shade, this of row increased the odor which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on wall, mirrors and chairman inside changing way, making certain I made as a lot mess as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each sentence the adrenaline, exposure and loss of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my manpower worked my pussy.

I still stole things it was very much a part of who I was at that item, 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 friends and relation for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how practically pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a topical anaesthetic news narrative about all the store I had been to, complaining about a serial lifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen trade good. The intelligence had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to cover leery doings as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The Night I had seen the account I had been frightened off of my wont for a spell. But as time wore on I could n't aid but become frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of agitation in my life history. I found that without the foreplay of the unsportsmanlike Acts of the Apostles 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 striking and colly way possible to crap up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer 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 time as often it could be tricksy to untie and retie them. In training for today I had drunk as very much water as I could stomach the dark 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 gear up to burst.

With a repelling grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my cigaret to the English wall of the cube-shaped. With some feat I lifted my leg and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my pass with my articulatio humeri and upper berth back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and take it slow to add a little additional torture I began fondling the sheepfold of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in circles. Slipping a finger's breadth into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my button with my pollex I shivered in anticipation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The pass water began in jet as it collided with my paw, dribbling down my body onto my knocker as I relieved the monolithic pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to make a motion my hand out of the way and spread my pussy lips to allow the torrent of non-white golden urine to shoot over my head and onto the other side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The stiff sour, musky aroma of the gilded fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small room, respective large splatters landing on my chest of drawers and I even managed to take in a couple drop cloth on my tongue. The discernment 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 golden coloration it was now the salty, glum mix set my cunt aflame with new arousal. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my pussy blocking the relaxation of the low stream and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a rub harder, slipping several finger into my now piss lubricated slit.

I could feel a heating system rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my hand. Covered in my own weewee with the predilection of it heavy on my lingua I had never been in a dirtier billet and the thought process 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 soundbox convulsed in orgasmic blissfulness, a light pant escaped my lip and my organic structure banged against the wall a few metre uncontrollably. Taking deep breathing spell I attempted to regain my calmness, as I removed my helping hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by breasts and teasing myself as Wave of warm joy emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingers covered with my piddle and juices, savoring the sweet, musky perceptiveness of my puss and the salty, dark mouthful of the urine. I lay there for what felt comparable 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 absolute mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop of golden fluid and a large pool was seeping from the carpeting in the cubiform out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thought process of one of the inadequate cashier fille having to clean up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to will with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my soften old wearing apparel on a exhibit mesa. A gasp of surprise, followed by a tawdry 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 adult female, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the movement door as fast as i could, only a few infantry before the doorway, a prominent imposing security safety device appeared in front of me. His large munition wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no service. His arm felt as self-coloured as bricks and I could n't tease 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 tie down my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrist joint as my struggling forced it closed stiff than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to 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 security guard.

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

At that the security measures guard loosened his bag on me but held my hands 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 attire off her. The pig will need it as evidence."Instructed the security department guard as he began pushing me towards the back of the entrepot towards what locked like an empty storage elbow room. He pushed me into the way and locked the door. Everything was calamitous and I heard him calling the bull. I had no approximation 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 pissing when I was.

After a few mo the door to the storage room opened up the guard and the teller young lady were standing there.

"The cops are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the newsworthiness was talking about, if that 's on-key your in a unscathed domain of trouble,"said the sentry go as he turned on a light, walked into the elbow room and began cutting the ziptie around my carpus.

"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 movement of you, you perv."I protested. One of his with child mitt collided with my cheek sending a loud wack sound through the room and bringing rip to my centre.

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

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

After that I just started taking the frock off there was nothing else for it, the through of being made to strip for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in way of life I had never imagined, I could n't help but sense turned on, a light quiver running through my body and heating my genitals as I removed my apparel in forepart of him and the girl still in the door. The dress fell to the storey, revealing my naked body 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 exemption and tingle of going without. The guard duty whistled as I stepped out of the apparel, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red cheeks to blush to an even bass shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and depart her old one on the floor. I have an idea to punish this foul slut."Instructed the safety 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 dress dropping my old still damp one on the 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 slut, first I'm going to learn you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the dress on the level. His flow was a blue gold almost to a Robert Brown and the smell of urine was so much stronger than the lot I had made earlier. The cashier female child understanding what he meant to do began removing her scanty from underneath her wench. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other side of the dress before unleashing a current of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my garb. Her flow was much lighter almost like water, which I am thankful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captor urinating on my apparel, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to denude for them grew. beingness so exposed in front of two people who wanted to rag and penalize me was exhilarating my consistency was shivering in anticipation and I could not hold back any thirster. I moved a bridge player to my dripping pussy trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the number one spot it was like lightning through my body the build up of arousal had grown so substantial in the past few moment 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 cunt well lubricated from all the yesteryear stimulation and my current situation.

The safeguard was the for the first time to discover my actions,"hey get a load of this fornicatress shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my pectus splattering it's dark almost brown golden liquidness across my breasts, he aimed the stream up to my look trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to avert it but not daring to try and digest after he had hit me earlier..

"What a shtup slut,"replied the cashier female child finishing her peeing on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my backbone forcing me to lean my face into the sentry go 's water. At this distributor point I could n't take it, my fingerbreadth working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and tread building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my eubstance to get soused and didder as waves of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of fauna on show for these masses humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play 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 second, even if my intervention was closer to that of a lavatory.

"clear up gripe,"she said pulling my fuzz even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasance. I could n't help but cry out in painfulness at the rough treatment, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my oral cavity, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so dusty and sour that it alone would of been enough to take in 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 piss tasted nothing like my own and the stinkiness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the pain of the young lady pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

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

"Put your wearing apparel on slut, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the guard kicking the soaking wet frock in my focussing.

"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 center, or the notorious pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The sentry duty replied with a devious grinning. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the light, leaving me in near discharge darkness to fumble with my dress. My wearing apparel that was now soaked to the nub with their now cold piddle. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which side of the attire was what, and when it came to putting it on the coldness wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, sour urine from the guard overpowering the less stiff donation of the cashier fille.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guard duty 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 rouse things I had ever done. Each social movement I made resulting in a different component of my organic structure being hugged by the dirty garment, each displacement leaving wet plot of ground on the floor and soaking me to my core group with the favorable stinking liquid I had spent so much time spraying over walls and floors of stores. Part of me was horrified at my situation but the eternal sleep of me craved more. Even though this was doubtless my down point in time yet, the skank and chagrin I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon plenty my hand started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most medium orbit and probing between my lips. With my early hand I lifted the sharpness of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the flavour and desire of my corruption I lost racecourse of prison term my nous distant as I pleasured myself, uncoerced the moment to final stage a lifetime as I savored the muddle I was in and, the pile that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two police officeholder. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my manpower on my mind. Caught by surprise in my vacuous state of pleasance, it took me a few seconds to abide by. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrist joint and I was hauled up to my feet. The for the first time police force officer started telling me my rights, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how matter had turned out and struggling with my arousal at the helplessness 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 worry. Try not to err on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the number 1 police officer. And with that we began walking .