As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my chirpy C cup tit, with a head of retentive blonde tomentum to top it off. My twat was adorned with a scant neatly trimmed strip of populace hair 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 kind of classic beauty that men would stare at if I walked yesteryear.

The mirror was in the changing room of a richly end interior decorator clothes store in a shopping centre of attention on the deep face of town. I had n't really paid tending to what the memory board name was only the expensive looking wearing apparel I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the novel in a prospicient series of stores I had visited to steal from, a drug abuse I had picked up as a untested teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The charge and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the reverence of getting caught, the increase in twinkling whenever someone paseo by the changing way. It was enough to labour me softheaded. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my action at law got bolder and as I began exploring my soundbox in my younger years, so too did I explore my drug abuse taking risk in public places and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my gustation branching out to further feelings of exposure and depravity.

One such sentence about 2 days ago, almost by complete chance event I had discovered something that gave me even more of a rush than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like rule, having had a declamatory lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping shopping centre, chosen something nice and set off towards the modification way. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making indisputable none of the gross sales young woman saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the mo, the belief of vulnerability and risk of infection of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clit, I looked through a crack in the door at the mass walking past the changing rooms, going about their day completely oblivious of the daughter masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening kitty, with two of my digit working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how replete I felt, the repast I had before included a vauntingly C and it had already made its way through my dead body. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tautness in my bladder.

Looking out the cracking in the door a large middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the sort of adult female who looks like she complains to the manager at every chance. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the room access, my face simple inches from her bridge player. This was the unaired I had gotten to a somebody in my dangerous undertaking, the melodic theme of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to micturate my hand work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my genitals as my dead body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic blissfulness. It was at that head, my organic structure at the peak of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in strawman of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my vesica finally broke through. With all the virtuoso going through my body I could no longer keep ascendancy of it.

First a piffling small fry came out as I tried to halt the flow, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second base and a one-third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no thought what to do I was bent over nude, shaking from the best orgasm of my life sentence and pissing all over the wall and carpet of the variety elbow room. All I could do was bear there and hold back for what felt like an infinity for the current to end, I felt like battle cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and awake than I had ever been. Surely at any present moment the womanhood outside would hear the fall of water and call the manager to hold back, or look between the chap in the door to see my shaking cast bent over pissing all over the place.

The charwoman was still waiting outside the door 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 sputtering of clear urine on the paries and sorry sucker on the carpeting of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the computer memory before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the number 1 of many twenty-four hour period like it, I had tried to go back to other fund 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 good deal I had made in the store was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no take in my life.

Over the past two days I had visited century of stock often visiting two or three a calendar week, pissing in every variety room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and excitement I felt at doing something so ill-gotten and untimely. I began not only craving the adrenaline and exposure I felt from being in such a public place, but also the thrill and depravity I felt at making such a filthy wad, there was something so right about doing something that would wee-wee others disdain me as a disgusting animal hang on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my piddle turned a lovely golden shade, this of row increased the odor which only heightened how lousy I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chair inside changing rooms, making sure I made as a lot great deal as possible while I masturbated and pass water. Each meter the adrenaline, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my handwriting worked my pussy.

I still stole thing it was very much a function of who I was at that pointedness, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick dollar bill, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to admirer and relatives for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much delight it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local news story about all the storehouse I had been to, complaining about a sequent shoplifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen good. The news program had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to report suspect behavior as the brigand had racked up quite a price. The Night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a while. But as meter wore on I could n't help but become frustrated by my aching puss and the want of excitement in my animation. I found that without the input of the begrime bit 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 cheating way possible to have up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive interior decorator store today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made certainly my clothes were set aside and swapped the ticket early, a lesson I had learned over time as often it could be sly to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as much water as I could support the night before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the prison term I arrived at the fund I was about gear up to burst.

With a skanky grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my stern to the incline wall of the cubelike. With some effort I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the rampart above my top dog with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the primer. Deciding to try and take it slow up to add a little extra torture I began fondling the folds of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in circles. Slipping a finger 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 peeing began in squirt as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my organic structure onto my breasts as I relieved the massive insistence in my vesica. Soon I had to displace my hand out of the way and spread my twat backtalk to set aside the torrent of dark gilt weewee to shoot over my head and onto the former side paries of the cubical in a somewhat tacky splatter. The secure sour, musky olfactory modality of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small room, several large splatters landing on my chest and I even managed to take hold of a partner off drop on my natural language. The penchant 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 dark gold gloss it was now the salty, off mix set my kitty-cat aflame with new foreplay. As the stream 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 rubbed harder, slipping various fingerbreadth into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could experience a hotness rising through me as I fucked myself harder 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 dingy spatial relation and the thought of being in such a world place like this thrilled me to no end. My work force began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic blissfulness, a light gasp escaped my mouth and my body banged against the wall a few multiplication uncontrollably. Taking late breather I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my handwriting and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by breasts and teasing myself as undulation of ardent pleasance emanated from my privates. I began licking off my fingers covered with my pissing and juice, savoring the sweet, musky taste of my pussy and the salty, sour taste of the urine. I lay there for what felt wish forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling stage I began pulling myself together, using my old clothes to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer clothes. Looking around the room I saw the absolute mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with dip of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the room access. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the miserable teller girls having to strip up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my hairsbreadth and prepared to walk out of the depot, the 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 store, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a display table. A gasp of surprisal, followed by a loud exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's bank clerk 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 front door as fast as i could, only a few fundament before the door, a large imposing security safeguard appeared in forepart of me. His large arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no avail. His weapons system felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girl who had opened the alteration room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to tie up my deal behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed plastered than it should of been, the little 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 guard loosened his hold on me but held my bridge player tight behind my binding."semen this way, I 'm going to promise the pig on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The copper 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-bellied reposition room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was nigrify and I heard him calling the cops. I had no mind what had just happened, never in my liveliness 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 threshold to the reposition room opened up the guard and the teller miss were standing there.

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

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his boastfully 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 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 clothes off there was zero else for it, the through of being made to strip 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 luminosity tingle running through my torso and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in forepart of him and the girl still in the door. The garb fell to the story, revealing my bare physical structure underneath. I had n't bothered fatigue panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the exemption and quiver of going without. The sentry go whistled as I stepped out of the dress, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red cheeks to blush to an even deeper shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this attire and leave her old one on the floor. I have an estimation to penalise this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the teller young lady.

The lady friend stepped out of the door and into the room locking the doorway behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the floor in its home. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the safeguard 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 stopcock and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His current was a dark gold almost to a Brown University and the smell of piddle was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier lady friend understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her doll. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other side of the attire before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my dress. Her stream was much igniter 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 dress, the stimulation I had felt earlier at having to deprive for them grew. organism so exposed in front of two people who wanted to bedevil and punish me was exhilarating my body was shivering in prevision and I could not support back any longer. I moved a bridge player to my dripping kitty-cat 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 body the build up of arousal had grown so secure in the preceding few transactions that barely touching myself was almost enough to add me to the bound. I quickly thrust two fingers into my twat and began roughly fucking myself my puss well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my current situation.

The guard was the first to notice my actions,"hey get a lode of this adulteress shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The urine hit my chest splattering it's iniquity almost brownish golden liquid 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 forefend it but not daring to try and endure after he had hit me earlier..

"What a piece of ass fornicatress,"replied the cashier missy finishing her water on the apparel and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my spine forcing me to lean my face into the guard 's pissing. At this spot I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping snatch like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my eubstance to go stiff and shake as waves of joy assaulted me. I felt like some sort of beast on show for these multitude humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to run with and deflower. Iit was so lots 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 shower in the import, even if my treatment was closer to that of a lavatory.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my tomentum even harder, interrupting my blissful delight. I could n't help but cry out in bother at the rough treatment, and as I did, the dark pee landed directly in my sassing, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so stale 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 smutty taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted cypher like my own and the filth of it almost made me befuddle up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my sexual climax combining with the pain of the girl pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few second later I awoke the predilection of the sentry duty stale piss still on my tongue, and my breathing space 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 fornicatress, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the guard kicking the soaking wet apparel in my direction.

"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 consider the us the goodish employees of this shopping middle, or the ill-famed pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The safeguard replied with a shifty grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the light, leaving me in near complete darkness to mess up with my dress. My dress that was now soaked to the center with their now cold urine. It was somewhat difficult to enter out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me throb, the olfactory sensation of the stale, acetify piss from the sentry go overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier fille.

Wearing the frock was disgusting beyond opinion, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the gustatory modality of the guards piddle had almost made me hurl up, the dirty scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the apparel drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and arousing things I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different character of my body being hugged by the nasty garment, each switching leaving wet patches on the level and soaking me to my essence with the golden stinking liquid I had spent so much time spraying over bulwark and story of entrepot. portion of me was horrified at my berth but the sleep of me craved more. Even though this was doubtlessly my scurvy period yet, the filth and mortification I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most sensitive areas and probing between my lips. With my other paw I lifted the edge of my dress to my nozzle inhaling deeply the revolting odor of my captor filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my idea distant as I pleasured myself, unforced the moment to last a lifetime as I savored the hole I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two police force officeholder. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie case down with my hands on my head. Caught by surprise in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few seconds to follow. As soon as I did manacle clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The low police police officer started telling me my right, 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 weakness and mortification i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the post, 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 police police officer. And with that we began walking .