As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my prospicient legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a headland of prospicient blonde hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a short neatly trimmed strip show of world tomentum and already dripping in anticipation of what was to follow. My public figure is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the sort of classic lulu that men would stare at if I walked yesteryear.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end designer clothes store in a shopping center on the productive side of Town. I had n't really paid attention to what the stores gens was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the windowpane the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a foresighted series of memory board I had visited to slip from, a habit I had picked up as a young stripling and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The tingle and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in pulsation whenever someone walking by the changing room. It was enough to repulse me screwball. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my actions got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my younger years, so too did I explore my substance abuse taking peril in populace home and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my mouthful branching out to boost flavor of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by everlasting chance event I had discovered something that gave me even more of a thrill than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a turgid tiffin, I set out to a computer memory within the shopping center, chosen something nice and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my metre and savoring the present moment, the feeling of exposure and risk of picture 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 rooms, 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 pussy, with two of my fingers working myself up to a companion rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how replete 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 crevice in the door a large middle aged cleaning woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of char who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my carrel and knocked on the doorway, my facial expression mere inches from her script. This was the closest I had gotten to a soul in my risky venture, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was plenty to shit my hands work forked sentence, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt fondness emanating from my fork as my body began to tremble and quiver in orgasmic seventh heaven. It was at that power point, my consistency at the acme of pleasure, with a grouchy looking cleaning lady standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure sensation in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my organic structure I could no longer keep control of it.

First a short small fry came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the fiddling squirt was joined by a instant and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no approximation what to do I was bent-grass over naked, shaking from the beneficial orgasm of my life and pissing all over the walls and carpeting of the modification elbow room. All I could do was stand there and hold back for what felt like an eternity for the flow to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any second the char outside would get wind the fall of water system and call the director to check, or look between the wisecrack in the doorway to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the shoes.

The char was still waiting outside the room access as my stream of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen attire to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the room to see some splatters of authorise urine on the bulwark and dismal grade on the rug of the base. Rushing out of the alteration room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tag end on a shelf and darted out of the computer storage before the grouchy cleaning lady could raise an alarm.

That had been the low of many days like it, I had tried to go back to other computer storage and just steal and pleasure myself like common but it was n't the same, there was something missing and I knew that oceanic abyss down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the mess hall I had made in the store was incorrectly and disgusting, it was the most tickle pink and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a tip of no replication in my life.

Over the past times two days I had visited hundred of memory often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every variety elbow room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and excitement I felt at doing something so cheating and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and exposure I felt from being in such a public spot, but also the shudder and depravity I felt at making such a dirty mess, there was something so right about doing something that would crap others contemn me as a disgusting animal bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trip-up, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my urine turned a adorable golden shade, this of course increased the smell which only heightened how sordid I felt. I had pissed on wall, mirrors and electric chair inside changing room, making sure I made as practically mess as potential while I masturbated and urinated. Each metre the Adrenalin, vulnerability and want of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my hands worked my puss.

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 quickly Pearl Sydenstricker Buck, or to pay snag 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 often pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local anaesthetic news story about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a series shoplifter who ruined stores changing way by urinating all over them and left with stolen good. The news had dubbed the thief the pee brigand and had alerted the great unwashed to cover mistrustful behaviour as the brigand had racked up quite a price. The Night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my substance abuse for a while. But as time wore on I could n't avail but turn frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of turmoil in my liveliness. I found that without the stimulation of the dirty number 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 dramatic and dirty way potential to make up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive intriguer store today.

coating observing myself in the mirror I made certainly my dress were set aside and swapped the tags early, a moral I had learned over clip as often it could be tricky to untie and retie them. In planning for today I had drunk as a great deal water as I could stomach the Nox 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 make to burst.

With a wicked grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side wall of the cubical. With some attempt I lifted my branch and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my headland with my berm and upper back supporting me on the earth. Deciding to try and carry it slow up to add a little surplus 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 button with my thumb I shivered in prediction.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurts as it collided with my helping hand, dribbling down my body onto my breasts as I relieved the monumental imperativeness in my bladder. Soon I had to strike my mitt out of the way and spread my pussy backtalk to allow the flood of dark gilded urine to shoot over my head and onto the other side bulwark of the cubical in a somewhat loud dab. The hard sourness, musky tone of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the pocket-size room, various vauntingly splatters landing on my thorax and I even managed to overhear a couple free fall on my tongue. The taste of my own piss 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 prosperous colouration it was now the salty, sour mix set my pussy aflame with new arousal. 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 rub harder, slipping several fingers into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could finger a heating rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my bridge player. Covered in my own piss with the taste of it heavy on my clapper I had never been in a dirtier position and the thought of being in such a public position like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my leg wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a light up pant escaped my mouth and my body banged against the wall a few clock time uncontrollably. Taking deep hint I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my script and began rubbing my dresser spreading the yellowed piss across by titty and teasing myself as waves of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingers covered with my water and juices, savoring the sweet, musky appreciation of my twat and the salty, sour predilection 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 interior designer dress. Looking around the elbow room I saw the absolute muckle I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with fall of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cuboidal out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thought process of one of the poor cashier girlfriend having to clean up the foul miss 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 leave with the stolen dress.

I opened the room access and began making my way out of the fund, gingerly placing my damp old apparel on a display mesa. A gasp of surprise, followed by a brassy exclaiming 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 woman, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the front door as fast as i could, only a few ft before the door, a turgid imposing security guard appeared in front of me. His large arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get promiscuous. But it was to no help. His arms felt as substantial as bricks and I could n't loose them a bit. The the girl who had opened the change room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed tighter than it should of been, the lady friend did n't seem to listen causing me discomfort.

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

"Oh wow your in problem, and what 's that sense of smell ?"Replied the security guard.

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

At that the security safety device loosened his grip on me but held my deal tight behind my back."ejaculate this way, I 'm going to call the bull on this one. Find the dress she walked in with so you can get this expensive clothes off her. The fuzz will need it as evidence."Instructed the security guard duty as he began pushing me towards the rachis of the shop towards what locked like an void storage room. He pushed me into the room and locked the threshold. Everything was disgraceful and I heard him calling the cop. 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 repositing room opened up the guard and the cashier girlfriend were standing there.

"The copper are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the intelligence was talking about, if that 's dead on target your in a whole world of trouble,"said the guard 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 consume this stolen dress off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his with child hired hand collided with my buttock sending a loud wack speech sound through the room and bringing crying to my eye.

"You will do as your told, we ca n't have got you walking around in this exquisitely 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 dress off there was cypher else for it, the through of being made to strip for this heavy, imposing man was scary and humiliating in direction I had never imagined, I could n't help but feel turned on, a light frisson running through my body and heating my genital organ as I removed my wearing apparel in straw man of him and the young lady still in the door. The wearing apparel fell to the floor, revealing my naked body underneath. I had n't bothered erosion step-in or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and shudder of going without. The guard duty whistled as I stepped out of the apparel, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red nerve to blush to an even cryptical shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and go forth her old one on the floor. I have an thought to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the cashier missy.

The daughter stepped out of the room access and into the way locking the threshold behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen clothes dropping my old still damp one on the floor in its spot. As I went to piece it up eager to get dressed, the sentry go grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a minute slut, first I'm going to instruct you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His watercourse was a dark amber almost to a Brown University and the smell of pee was so much strong than the mint I had made earlier. The cashier missy 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 side of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my dress. Her stream was very much igniter almost like water, which I am grateful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my capturer urinating on my frock, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. organism so exposed in front of two mass who wanted to torment and penalize me was exhilarating my trunk was shivering in anticipation and I could not concur back any yearner. I moved a hand to my dripping kitty-cat trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the start ghost it was like lightning through my body the build up of rousing had grown so strong in the past few second that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the border. I quickly thrust two fingerbreadth into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my snatch well lubricated from all the past foreplay and my current situation.

The sentry duty was the first to comment my actions,"hey get a payload of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my breast splattering it's iniquity almost browned prosperous liquidness across my breasts, he aimed the stream up to my aspect trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a shtup loose woman,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to angle my facial expression into the guard 's water. At this detail I could n't take it, my digit working my dripping pussy like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was unbearable, causing my torso to get firm and escape from as Wave of pleasance assaulted me. I felt like some sort of brute on appearance for these mass humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to spiel with and smash. 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 shower in the import, even if my treatment was confining to that of a privy.

"outdoors up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful joy. I could n't assist but cry out in pain at the rough handling, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The predilection of it was so stale and acetify that it alone would of been plenty to wee me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul sense of taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted zilch like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the pain of the daughter pulling my tomentum and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the taste of the guards stale piss still on my lingua, and my breathing time still short circuit as I struggled to draw myself together. The safeguard was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your apparel on hussy, the copper will be here in any minute."Said the precaution kicking the soaking wet dress in my instruction.

"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 trust the us the estimable employees of this shopping mall, or the notorious pee bandit, caught in the smutty act covered in her own piss."The safety device replied with a devious grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the Light Within, leaving me in near complete darkness to fumble with my dress. My dress that was now soaked to the magnetic core with their now cold urine. It was somewhat unmanageable to cipher out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me shudder, the sense of smell of the stale, saturnine water from the guard overpowering the less strong share of the cashier lady friend.

Wearing the wearing apparel 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 defile scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the attire drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and arouse thing I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a dissimilar component part of my body being hugged by the nasty garment, each geological fault leaving wet patches on the floor and soaking me to my core with the golden stinking liquidity I had spent so much time spraying over walls and flooring of memory. percentage of me was horrified at my office but the sleep of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my lowest point yet, the filth and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more than. Soon enough my deal started wandering back to my aching twat. Rubbing my most sensitive areas and probing between my lips. With my former hand I lifted the edge of my clothes to my nose inhaling deeply the foetid smell of my captor filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravation I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the second to finish a life as I savored the pile I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a second base they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my headway. Caught by surprisal in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few minute to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my carpus and I was hauled up to my animal foot. The first-class honours degree police police officer started telling me my rightfulness, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how thing had turned out and struggling with my arousal at the weakness 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 trouble. Try not to slip on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first police officer. And with that we began walking .