As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my soma, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather fragile waistline and my perky C cup titty, with a mind of long blonde hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a short-change neatly trimmed flight strip of world tomentum and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My public figure is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of classic beaut that men would stare at if I walked past tense.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end interior designer clothes store in a shopping center on the rich face of town. I had n't really paid attention to what the shop name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the new in a long serial of storehouse 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 frisson and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in heartbeats whenever someone walk of life by the changing elbow 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 body in my unseasoned geezerhood, so too did I explore my habits taking peril in populace topographic point and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my discernment branching out to further feelings of vulnerability and depravity.

One such fourth dimension about 2 year ago, almost by thoroughgoing fortuity 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 large dejeuner, I set out to a store within the shopping heart, chosen something squeamish and set off towards the variety way. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making certainly none of the gross revenue young woman saw what i was wearing before I went in. My formula natural process ensued as I stripped off taking my meter and savoring the moment, the tactual sensation of vulnerability and danger of photo 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 way, going about their day completely forgetful of the girl masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of wearing apparel.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my digit working myself up to a familiar rhythm method of birth control. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the repast I had before included a large Coke and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to have got to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the chap in the door a bombastic middle aged cleaning woman was approaching the modification rooms, the kind of fair sex who looks like she complains to the manager at every chance. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my face simple column inch from her hand. This was the unaired I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the inappropriateness of what I was doing was enough to make water my hands work dual time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping snatch. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my genitalia as my body began to shiver and tingle in orgasmic walking on air. It was at that point in time, my consistence at the summit of pleasance, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the champion going through my body I could no longer proceed control of it.

offset a short squirt came out as I tried to stem the period, but it was to no use, the little jet was joined by a second and a third and suddenly it was a current. I had no melodic theme what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the best orgasm of my aliveness and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change way. All I could do was brook there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the stream to end, I felt like shout, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the char outside would try the dusk of urine and call the manager to assure, or look between the fling in the threshold to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the spot.

The woman was still waiting outside the door as my flow of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen clothes to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the room to see some dab of clear weewee on the paries and dark marks on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the modification room I dropped off my old clothes with the new ticket on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could lift an alarm.

That had been the first-class honours degree of many Clarence Day like it, I had tried to go back to other 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 good deal I had made in the store was awry 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 return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited hundreds of computer storage 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 awry. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public place, but also the shudder and degeneracy I felt at making such a filthy mess, there was something so right about doing something that would make others scorn me as a disgusting animal set on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as farsighted as I could so that my water turned a pin-up gold shade, this of line increased the smell which only heightened how bemire I felt. I had pissed on wall, mirrors and chairwoman inside changing rooms, making indisputable I made as much mess as possible while I masturbated and make water. Each time the Adrenalin, vulnerability and loss of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my handwriting worked my pussy.

I still stole affair it was very much a part of who I was at that point in time, not that I needed the apparel. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to Quaker and congeneric for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how practically delight it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local anesthetic news story about all the stock I had been to, complaining about a serial publication shoplifter who ruined memory board changing way by urinating all over them and left with stolen good. The news had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted citizenry to cover suspicious behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a spell. But as time wore on I could n't help but get frustrated by my aching kitty-cat and the lack of excitement in my life. I found that without the stimulant of the dirty turn 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 bemire way possible to draw up for workweek without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive clothes designer store today.

coating observing myself in the mirror I made certainly my dress were set aside and swapped the tatter early, a lesson I had learned over time as often it could be tricky to untie and retie them. In preparedness for today I had drunk as much water system as I could abide the night before and held onto it all first light, drinking some more before I set out, by the prison term I arrived at the store I was about set up to burst.

With a implike grin I sat on the basis, hurriedly scooching my butt to the incline wall of the cubical. With some effort I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my head with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and take it slack to add a little superfluous torture I began fondling the fold of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in circles. Slipping a fingerbreadth into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clit with my quarter round I shivered in expectation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in jet as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my body onto my boob as I relieved the monolithic pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to displace my hand out of the way and spread my purulent rim to allow the soaker of dismal fortunate urine to shoot over my head and onto the other side of meat wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The stiff sour, musky smelling of the lucky fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the modest elbow room, various large spatter landing on my chest and I even managed to catch up with a pair off drops 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 iniquity gilded colouring it was now the salty, off-key mix set my kitty aflame with new stimulation. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my snatch blocking the rest of the low stream and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a chafe harder, slipping various digit into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could find a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my script. Covered in my own piddle with the taste of it heavy on my tongue I had never been in a dirtier position and the thought process of being in such a public place like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my torso convulsed in orgasmic seventh heaven, a Inner Light gasp escaped my mouth and my organic structure banged against the wall a few clock time uncontrollably. Taking abstruse intimation I attempted to recover my calmness, as I removed my deal and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by breasts and teasing myself as waves of warm pleasure emanated from my fork. I began licking off my finger's breadth covered with my piss and juice, savoring the Henry Sweet, musky taste of my kitty-cat and the salty, sour penchant 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 dress to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen fashion 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 drops of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the rug in the cubical out under the doorway. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the poor bank clerk daughter having to clean up the foul miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the shop, 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 stock, gingerly placing my dampen old wearing apparel on a video display table. A gasp of surprise, followed by a forte ecphonesis of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashiers opened the room access to the changing room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop consonant that woman, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the breast room access as fast as i could, only a few foundation before the door, a bombastic imposing protection guard appeared in forepart of me. His large weapon system wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get light. But it was to no avail. His arms felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loose them a bit. The the little girl who had opened the variety elbow room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bandage my hand behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed mingy 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 bother, and what 's that smell ?"Replied the security guard duty.

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

At that the security system guard loosened his grip on me but held my handwriting tight behind my back."Come this way, I 'm going to call the fuzz on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The copper will call for it as evidence."Instructed the security system guard as he began pushing me towards the backrest of the shop towards what locked like an empty-bellied storage room. He pushed me into the elbow room and locked the door. Everything was mordant and I heard him calling the cops. I had no idea 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 second the threshold to the storage way opened up the sentry go and the cashier girl were standing there.

"The fuzz are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the intelligence was talking about, if that 's true your in a hale world of problem,"said the safety 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 exact this stolen dress off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in straw man of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large script collided with my brass sending a loud wack sound through the room and bringing snag to my eyes.

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

"But I,"*Wack* another bridge player met my face even harder and I yelped out in pain.

After that I just started taking the dress off there was goose egg else for it, the through of being made to undress for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in elbow room I had never imagined, I could n't facilitate but palpate turned on, a light tingle running through my body and heating my genitals as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the room access. The clothes fell to the floor, revealing my nude body underneath. I had n't bothered wear upon panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the exemption and charge of going without. The safeguard whistled as I stepped out of the wearing apparel, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red cheeks to redden to an even inscrutable tint of red.

"Hey come pick up this apparel and leave her old one on the level. I have an idea to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the teller girl.

The girl stepped out of the door 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 trading floor in its situation. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a instant fornicatress, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the dress on the level. His watercourse was a sorry Au almost to a brown and the smell of piddle was so much unassailable than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier daughter 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 wearing apparel before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my dress. Her stream was much flatboat almost like water, which I am thankful for as the frock already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my capturer urinating on my dress, 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 punish me was exhilarating my torso was shivering in anticipation and I could not throw back any longer. I moved a script to my dripping kitty-cat trying to be a as elusive 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 strong in the preceding few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the sharpness. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulus and my current situation.

The guard duty was the for the first time to mark my actions,"hey get a incumbrance of this slovenly woman shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking current towards me. The weewee hit my breast splattering it's shadow almost embrown golden liquid across my titty, he aimed the flow up to my face 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 ass slut,"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 lean my face into the guard duty 's piss. At this point I could n't necessitate it, my fingerbreadth working my dripping puss like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my consistency to suit stiff and shake as waves of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of beast on appearance for these multitude humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and ruin. Iit was so practically 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 moment, even if my intervention was near to that of a toilet.

"outdoors up bitch,"she said pulling my hair's-breadth even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the rough treatment, and as I did, the dark piddle landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The gustation of it was so dusty and sour that it alone would of been decent to make me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the fouled taste permeated my backtalk and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing 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 girl pulling my hairsbreadth and me gasping for air was too a lot, everything went black…

A few endorsement later I awoke the tasting of the safety device stale piss still on my natural language, and my breathing time still little as I struggled to rip myself together. The precaution was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on slovenly woman, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the precaution kicking the soaking wet frock in my instruction.

"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 consider the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the lousy act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a devious grin. With that the left the way, locking me in the room and turning off the lighting, leaving me in near complete dark to bumble with my dress. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now frigidity urine. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which English of the clothes was what, and when it came to putting it on the low temperature wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, sour weewee from the precaution overpowering the less virile contribution of the teller daughter.

Wearing the frock was disgusting beyond notion, but it was better than awaiting the law stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards piss had almost made me thrust up, the foul olfactory property of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their pee was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and arousing affair I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet patches on the floor and soaking me to my core with the fortunate stinking liquid I had spent so much time spraying over walls and floors of storage. office of me was horrified at my situation but the rest 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. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching puss. Rubbing my most spiritualist surface area and probing between my back talk. With my former deal I lifted the bound of my frock to my pry inhaling deeply the foul odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the scent and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my creative thinker distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to live a lifetime as I savored the mess I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The threshold opened abruptly to let in two police force officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my promontory. Caught by surprise in my forgetful State of pleasure, it took me a few irregular to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my carpus and I was hauled up to my understructure. The firstly police force 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 arousal at the impuissance and chagrin i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the station, if your who they say you are your in big fuss. Try not to slip on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first police military officer. And with that we began walking .