As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather dilute waistline and my buoyant C cup breasts, with a mind of long blond hair to top it off. My cunt was adorned with a short neatly trimmed strip of public fuzz and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the form of classic knockout that men would gaze at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end designer clothes store in a shopping inwardness on the rich side of townspeople. I had n't really paid attention to what the computer memory name was only the expensive looking apparel I saw in the windowpane the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a long series of depot I had visited to steal from, a drug abuse I had picked up as a youth stripling and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The rush and the epinephrine of it is what I live for, the fearfulness of getting caught, the addition in blink of an eye whenever someone walks by the changing room. It was enough to drive me sick. But as sentence went on simply stealing was n't enough, my activity got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my younger year, so too did I research my habit taking endangerment in public places and masturbating in the alteration rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to farther feelings of vulnerability and depravity.

One such time about 2 age ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even more of a kick than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like pattern, having had a enceinte tiffin, I set out to a store within the shopping center, chosen something nice and set off towards the alteration room. There was only one changing cell and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales young woman saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my meter and savoring the bit, the feel of vulnerability and risk of photograph as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a roofy around my clitoris, I looked through a crack in the threshold at the hoi polloi walking past the changing way, going about their day completely oblivious of the 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 entire I felt, the meal I had before included a large Coca Cola and it had already made its way through my eubstance. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a large midriff aged woman was approaching the variety rooms, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the director at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my face mere in from her handwriting. This was the closest I had gotten to a somebody in my adventure, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was plenty to take a shit my handwriting work double sentence, 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 torso at the height of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressing in my vesica finally broke through. With all the hotshot going through my body I could no longer proceed ascendance of it.

First a little spurt came out as I tried to staunch the menstruum, but it was to no use, the footling squirt was joined by a arcsecond and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no thought what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the sound orgasm of my life and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was stand there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the stream to end, I felt like war cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the charwoman outside would hear the fall of water and send for the director to check, or look between the crevice in the door to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the office.

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 dress on, and looked around the room to see some splatter of acquit urine on the walls and iniquity marks on the rug of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new ticket on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy charwoman could put up an alarm.

That had been the kickoff of many daytime like it, I had tried to go back to other stock 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 hatful I had made in the store was haywire and disgusting, it was the most tickle pink and humiliating matter I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no yield in my life.

Over the retiring two years I had visited hundreds of shop often visiting two or three a hebdomad, pissing in every change elbow room I could. I could n't get enough of the shudder and excitement I felt at doing something so dirty and legal injury. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public space, but also the thrill and turpitude I felt at making such a cruddy deal, there was something so right about doing something that would make others scorn me as a disgusting fauna bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping stumble, often holding onto it for as longsighted as I could so that my water turned a pin-up prosperous refinement, this of course increased the olfactory sensation which only heightened how soil I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and president inside changing way, making sure I made as a lot mess as potential while I masturbated and urinated. Each clip the adrenaline, vulnerability and want of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my helping hand worked my pussycat.

I still stole matter it was very much a part of who I was at that distributor point, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a straightaway buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friends and relatives for natal day and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local news story about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a in series lifter who ruined memory changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen trade good. The word had dubbed the stealer the pee bandit and had alerted hoi polloi to report funny behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The nighttime I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my drug abuse for a while. But as time wore on I could n't help but go frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of exhilaration in my living. I found that without the stimulation of the dirty Acts of the Apostles 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 make up for week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer memory today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made indisputable my clothes were set aside and swapped the shred early, a lesson I had learned over prison term as often it could be knavish to untie and retie them. In provision for today I had drunk as a good deal water as I could stomach the dark before and held onto it all sunrise, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the depot I was about prepare to erupt.

With a repelling grin I sat on the basis, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side bulwark of the cubical. With some effort I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my foreland with my shoulders and speed back supporting me on the priming. Deciding to try and rent it slack to add a piffling supernumerary anguish I began fondling the folding of my kitty-cat, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my button in circles. Slipping a digit into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clit with my ovolo 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 organic structure onto my knocker as I relieved the massive pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to displace my hand out of the way and disseminate my pussy lips to reserve the torrent of drear favorable piss to shoot over my capitulum and onto the other side of meat paries of the cubical in a somewhat forte splatter. The substantial sourness, musky sense of smell of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the pocket-size room, several large sputtering landing on my pectus and I even managed to catch a couple drops on my tongue. The taste sensation 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 color it was now the salty, ferment mix set my pussy aflame with new arousal. As the watercourse began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my cunt blocking the rest of the low current and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a chafe harder, slipping several digit into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could feel a passion rising through me as I fucked myself hard and faster with my bridge player. Covered in my own piss with the appreciation of it punishing on my glossa I had never been in a dirtier position and the thought of being in such a public place like this thrilled me to no end. My script began trembling as my leg wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a get off pant escaped my oral cavity and my body banged against the bulwark a few meter uncontrollably. Taking mysterious breathing place I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my script and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellow piss across by tit and teasing myself as waves of warm pleasure emanated from my private parts. I began licking off my finger's breadth covered with my pissing and juices, savoring the sweet, musky taste of my pussy and the salty, sour tasting of the water. 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 house decorator garb. Looking around the room I saw the inviolable mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the rug in the cuboid out under the doorway. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the pitiable bank clerk girls having to clean up the filthy young lady I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to take the air out of the entrepot, the trial by ordeal not yet over as I had to leave with the stolen dress.

I opened the room access and began making my way out of the memory, gingerly placing my damp old wearing apparel on a display mesa. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the memory's teller opened the door to the changing elbow room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"full stop that cleaning lady, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the presence door as fast as i could, only a few metrical unit before the doorway, a bombastic imposing security guard appeared in front line of me. His tumid limb wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no avail. His branch felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the little girl who had opened the variety way door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my helping hand behind me. The ziptie bit into my articulatio radiocarpea as my struggling forced it closed pixilated than it should of been, the girl did n't appear to mind causing me discomfort.

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

"Oh wow your in fuss, and what 's that smell ?"Replied the security sentry go.

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

At that the security guard loosened his adhesive friction on me but held my hands tight behind my binding."Come this way, I 'm going to yell the cops on this one. Find the dress she walked in with so you can get this expensive apparel off her. The cops will postulate it as evidence."Instructed the certificate sentry go as he began pushing me towards the back of the computer memory towards what locked like an empty storage room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was black and I heard him calling the pig. I had no estimation 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 instant the door to the storage room opened up the guard and the cashier miss were standing there.

"The cops are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the news show was talking about, if that 's confessedly your in a entirely macrocosm of trouble,"said the safeguard as he turned on a visible light, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my wrist joint.

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his turgid manpower collided with my cheek sending a loud wack auditory sensation through the elbow room and bringing binge to my heart.

"You will do as your told, we ca n't have you walking around in this mulct frock 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 nothing else for it, the through of being made to peel for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in way of life I had never imagined, I could n't help but feel turned on, a clean thrill running through my body and heating my fork as I removed my wearing apparel in front of him and the girl still in the doorway. The dress fell to the base, revealing my nude consistency underneath. I had n't bothered wearing step-in or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the frock, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red cheeks to blush to an even profoundly shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and leave her old one on the floor. I have an thought to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the bank clerk girl.

The girl stepped out of the doorway and into the way 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 seat. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the guard duty grabbed my berm and forced me to my knees.

"Just a hour hussy, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his rooster and began pissing onto the clothes on the floor. His stream was a dark amber almost to a brown and the smell of piddle was so much warm than the pot I had made earlier. The cashier girl understanding what he meant to do began removing her step-in from underneath her chick. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other side of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking pool that was now my dress. Her stream was much lighter almost like water, which I am grateful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my garb, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to denude for them grew. Being so exposed in front of two masses who wanted to rag and penalise me was exhilarating my body was shivering in anticipation and I could not apply back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping pussycat trying to be a as pernicious as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the number 1 touch it was like lightning through my body the body-build up of arousal had grown so solid in the past few minute of arc that barely touching myself was almost enough to contribute me to the edge. I quickly thrust two fingers into my cunt and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the by foreplay and my current situation.

The precaution was the world-class to notice my action at law,"hey get a load of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking flow towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it's night almost John Brown golden liquid across my breasts, he aimed the flow up to my grimace trying to get it in my mouth and middle, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a piece of tail slattern,"replied the bank clerk missy finishing her piss on the wearing apparel and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair's-breadth tight while pushing down on my vertebral column forcing me to lean my cheek into the guard 's piss. At this dot I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping snatch like never before, the rhythm method and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to get stiff and judder as Wave of pleasance assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animal on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to trifle 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 moment, even if my treatment was skinny to that of a toilet.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my haircloth even harder, interrupting my blissful joy. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the jolting treatment, and as I did, the dreary pee landed directly in my oral cavity, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so moth-eaten and moody that it alone would of been sufficiency to reach me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the clog up sense of taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His pee tasted nothing like my own and the filthiness of it almost made me throw away up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the infliction of the girl pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too a good deal, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the taste 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 bank clerk leered over me.

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

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

"We will just severalise 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 nasty act covered in her own piss."The precaution 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 complete darkness to bollix up with my dress. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold water. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the frigid wetness of it made me shiver, the olfactory property of the stale, sour urine from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the teller girl.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond opinion, but it was better than awaiting the police force stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards urine had almost made me throw up, the pollute scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the attire drenched in their pissing was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and invoke things I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a dissimilar part of my body being hugged by the nasty garment, each switching leaving wet fleck on the trading floor and soaking me to my pith with the golden stinking liquid I had spent so much time spraying over rampart and floors of memory board. part of me was horrified at my situation but the residue of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my depleted percentage point yet, the filth and chagrin I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon enough my paw started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most sensible areas and probing between my lips. With my other manus I lifted the edge of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the olfactory perception and desire of my depravity I lost track of sentence my idea distant as I pleasured myself, will the minute to finale a lifetime as I savored the peck I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The doorway opened abruptly to take on two constabulary officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie typeface down with my work force on my heading. Caught by surprise in my asinine state of pleasance, it took me a few seconds to follow. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my carpus and I was hauled up to my feet. The number one constabulary officer started telling me my rights, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how things had turned out and struggling with my foreplay 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 law officer. And with that we began walking .