As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my frame, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waist and my perky C cup breasts, with a head of tenacious blond hair's-breadth to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a scant neatly trimmed strip of public pilus and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My gens is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the variety of Graeco-Roman dish that men would stare at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing elbow room of a high end designer wearing apparel store in a shopping center on the ample side of township. I had n't really paid attention to what the memory figure was only the expensive looking garb I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a long serial publication of memory board I had visited to steal from, a riding habit I had picked up as a young teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The kick and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the growth in heartbeats whenever someone walk by the changing way. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my natural action got bolder and as I began exploring my soundbox in my younger years, so too did I explore my habits taking risks in public places and masturbating in the modification room I stole from, my gustatory sensation branching out to further feelings of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even Sir Thomas More of a chill 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 variety room. There was only one changing cell and I stepped in quickly making certainly none of the sale female child saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my prison term and savoring the consequence, the look of vulnerability and risk of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a rotary around my clit, I looked through a crack in the room access at the people walking past the changing room, going about their day completely forgetful of the girl masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of apparel.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussycat, with two of my digit 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 body. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a large middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cell and knocked on the doorway, my face mere column inch from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my dangerous undertaking, the theme of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my paw work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt warmness emanating from my crotch as my body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the altitude of pleasure, with a grouchy looking fair sex 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 dead body I could no longer retain control of it.

First a little spurt came out as I tried to halt the flow, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a third gear and suddenly it was a stream. I had no melodic theme what to do I was bent-grass over bare, shaking from the best sexual climax of my life and pissing all over the walls and rug of the change way. All I could do was remain firm there and look for what felt like an infinity for the stream to end, I felt like war cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and awake than I had ever been. Surely at any instant the woman outside would hear the dusk of piddle and address the manager to check, or spirit between the cleft in the threshold to see my shaking form knack over pissing all over the position.

The adult female 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 dress on, and looked around the room to see some splatters of clear water on the walls and dark sign on the rug of the story. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old dress with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the shop before the grouchy woman could put forward an alarm.

That had been the showtime of many days like it, I had tried to go back to early stores 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 tidy sum I had made in the store was haywire and disgusting, it was the most elating and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a period of no return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited 100 of depot often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and inflammation I felt at doing something so bemire and wrongly. I began not only craving the epinephrin and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public blank space, but also the shudder and degeneracy I felt at making such a smutty mess, there was something so right hand about doing something that would make others despise me as a disgusting animal bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as yearn as I could so that my piss turned a adorable favourable ghost, this of line increased the aroma which only heightened how begrime I felt. I had pissed on rampart, mirrors and chairs inside changing rooms, making sure I made as a good deal mess as potential while I masturbated and wee-wee. Each fourth dimension the adrenaline, vulnerability and want of the act giving me the mental button to orgasm as my hands worked my kitty-cat.

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 buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friends and relative for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how a good deal pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a topical anaesthetic news tarradiddle about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a sequential shoplifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen goodness. The news had dubbed the thief the pee brigand and had alerted people to account suspect demeanour as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The dark I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my wont for a while. But as time wore on I could n't assist but turn frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of excitement in my life. I found that without the stimulation of the bemire acts I had grown used to it was almost unacceptable 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 potential to make up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive couturier entrepot today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my clothes were set aside and swapped the ticket early, a lesson I had learned over time as often it could be knavish to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as much water as I could stomach the night before and held onto it all break of the day, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was about quick to burst.

With a loathly smiling I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the face wall of the cubical. With some try I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the paries above my drumhead with my shoulders and upper berth back supporting me on the soil. Deciding to try and involve it slow to add a little special torture I began fondling the folds of my cunt, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in roofy. Slipping a finger 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 wee-wee began in spirt as it collided with my helping hand, dribbling down my soundbox onto my knocker as I relieved the massive atmospheric pressure in my vesica. Soon I had to move my hand out of the way and spread my twat backtalk to allow the waterspout of night prosperous urine to shoot over my head and onto the other side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud sputtering. The strong acidity, musky smell of the golden fluid heightening my rousing as it sprayed across the small-scale elbow room, respective large sputter landing on my dresser and I even managed to catch a couple pearl 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 coloring it was now the salty, acidity mix set my puss aflame with new stimulation. As the flow began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my pussy blocking the rest of the low stream and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a itch harder, slipping several fingerbreadth into my now piss lubricated puss.

I could sense a high temperature rising through me as I fucked myself heavy 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 unclean placement and the thought 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 body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a light pant escaped my mouth and my trunk banged against the paries a few times uncontrollably. Taking deep breaths I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed puddle across by breasts and teasing myself as waves of ardent pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my finger's breadth covered with my piss and succus, savoring the Henry Sweet, musky taste of my kitty and the salty, sour mouthful of the urine. I lay there for what felt similar 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 intriguer apparel. Looking around the elbow room I saw the right-down stack I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with free fall of golden fluid and a gravid puddle was seeping from the carpeting in the cubical out under the doorway. Smiling to myself at the view of one of the inadequate teller female child having to strip up the filthy girl 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 go forth with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the shop, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a display table. A gasp of surprise, followed by a flash exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashier opened the door to the changing elbow room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"closure that cleaning lady, she 's pissed all over our shop !"I began running towards the social movement door as fast as i could, only a few feet before the room access, a bombastic imposing security measure safety appeared in straw man of me. His enceinte arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get open. But it was to no avail. His arms felt as upstanding as bricks and I could n't loose them a bit. The the girl who had opened the change elbow room room access 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 radiocarpal joint as my struggling forced it closed tighter than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to mind causing me discomfort.

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

"Oh wow your in problem, and what 's that spirit ?"Replied the security safety device.

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

At that the security guard loosened his clutches on me but held my bridge player tight behind my back."seed this way, I 'm going to call the fuzz on this one. Find the apparel she walked in with so you can get this expensive wearing apparel off her. The bull will need it as evidence."Instructed the security guard as he began pushing me towards the back of the store towards what locked like an empty storage room. He pushed me into the elbow room and locked the door. Everything was smutty and I heard him calling the cops. I had no estimate 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 proceedings the door to the storage room opened up the safety and the cashier girl were standing there.

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

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large handwriting collided with my boldness 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 okay garb that you have stolen."he replied.

"But I,"*Wack* another hired man met my cheek even harder and I yelped out in pain.

After that I just started taking the dress off there was nothing else for it, the through of being made to strip for this declamatory, imposing man was scarey and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't serve but find turned on, a brightness tingle running through my trunk and heating my genitals as I removed my dress in social movement of him and the young woman still in the threshold. The frock fell to the floor, revealing my raw consistence underneath. I had n't bothered tire 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 duty whistled as I stepped out of the garb, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red boldness to redden to an even cryptic shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and allow her old one on the floor. I have an approximation to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the sentry duty to the cashier girl.

The girl stepped out of the doorway and into the elbow 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 base in its property. As I went to break up it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a mo slut, first I'm going to learn you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the frock on the level. His stream was a dark amber almost to a brown and the olfaction of piddle was so much impregnable than the heap I had made earlier. The cashier girl understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her dame. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other face of the attire before unleashing a current of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my dress. 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 captors urinating on my dress, the stimulation I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. Being so exposed in front of two people who wanted to frustrate and punish me was exhilarating my dead body was shivering in anticipation and I could not go for back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping kitty trying to be a as insidious as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the number 1 touch it was like lightning through my body the form up of arousal had grown so unattackable 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 snatch and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my current site.

The guard was the beginning to notice my activeness,"hey get a load of this fornicatress shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking watercourse towards me. The urine hit my chest splattering it's iniquity almost Robert Brown golden liquidness across my boob, he aimed the stream up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and center, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slut,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my tomentum tight while pushing down on my dorsum forcing me to tilt my face into the guard 's piss. At this point I could n't take it, my digit working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm method of birth control and pace edifice up so much that it was intolerable, causing my soundbox to go firm and stir as moving ridge of pleasance assaulted me. I felt like some sorting of animal on show for these the great unwashed humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to wreak with and ruin. Iit was so a lot 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 serve but lavish 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 painful sensation at the uncut discourse, and as I did, the non-white water landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The preference 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 foul-smelling taste sensation permeated my sassing and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted goose egg like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The joy of my coming combining with the pain of the girl pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the taste of the safety device stale piss still on my lingua, 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 clothes on strumpet, the fuzz will be here in any minute."Said the guard kicking the soaking wet dress in my counseling.

"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 believe the us the goodly employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee brigand, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a devious grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the elbow room and turning off the light, leaving me in near complete shadow to mess up with my dress. My clothes that was now soaked to the heart and soul with their now frigidness pee. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the moth-eaten wetness of it made me shudder, the olfactory property of the stale, sour piddle from the sentry duty overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier fille.

Wearing the apparel was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the constabulary stark naked. Despite how the taste of the sentry go urine had almost made me throw up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the garb drenched in their water was quickly becoming one of the most substantial and arousing things I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each switching leaving wet spell on the floor and soaking me to my gist with the golden stinking liquidity I had spent so much metre spraying over paries and floors of memory. Part of me was horrified at my situation but the relief of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my lowest peak yet, the skank and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon enough my hired hand started wandering back to my aching catch. Rubbing my most sensitive area and probing between my backtalk. With my other hand I lifted the border of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul aroma of my capturer filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravity I lost racetrack of time my judgment distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to last a lifespan as I savored the plenty I was in and, the quite a little that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two constabulary officer. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my head. Caught by surprise in my mindless province of joy, it took me a few instant to comply. As soon as I did cuff clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first constabulary military officer started telling me my right, 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 impuissance 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 slide on your spate while we walk out to the car."said the firstly police officer. And with that we began walking .