As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waist and my perky C cup breasts, with a head of long blond hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a light neatly trimmed strip of public hair and already dripping in expectation of what was to come in. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the variety of Greco-Roman beauty that men would gaze at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a richly end designer clothes store in a shopping center on the racy side of Town. I had n't really paid attention to what the stores name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the Modern in a foresighted series of memory board I had visited to slip from, a riding habit I had picked up as a Whitney Young adolescent and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The thrill and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in New York minute whenever someone paseo by the changing room. It was enough to drive me weirdo. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my military action got bolder and as I began exploring my trunk in my immature years, so too did I search my habits taking hazard in world places and masturbating in the alteration rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to further feelings of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by staring accident I had discovered something that gave me even more of a flush than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like formula, having had a large lunch, I set out to a store 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 girl saw what i was wearing before I went in. My convention activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the mo, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of vulnerability as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger's breadth in a dress circle around my clit, I looked through a crack in the door at the the great unwashed walking past the changing suite, going about their day completely oblivious of the female child masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussycat, with two of my finger's breadth working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how good I felt, the meal I had before included a large snow 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 tornado in the door a orotund middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of fair sex who looks like she complains to the director at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the doorway, my face mere inches from her hand. This was the airless I had gotten to a soul in my lark, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my script work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a groan, I felt passion emanating from my crotch as my consistency began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that head, my body at the height of pleasance, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in forepart of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my body I could no longer keep control of it.

First a slight squirt came out as I tried to stem the current, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a one-third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no idea what to do I was hang over au naturel, shaking from the best sexual climax of my life-time and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change elbow room. All I could do was stand there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the current to end, I felt like rallying cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any here and now the fair sex outside would get word the declivity of water system and call the manager to check, or face between the whirl in the door to see my shaking form bent grass over pissing all over the place.

The woman was still waiting outside the door as my stream of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen apparel to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the way to see some splatters of clear urine on the wall and drear marks on the carpeting of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old apparel with the new tag on a ledge and darted out of the store before the grouchy fair sex could raise an alarm.

That had been the beginning of many sidereal day like it, I had tried to go back to other stores and just steal and pleasure myself like common but it was n't the same, there was something missing and I knew that recondite down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the lot I had made in the store was awry and disgusting, it was the most thrill 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 hundred of stores often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every modification room I could. I could n't get enough of the shudder and excitement I felt at doing something so lousy and damage. I began not only craving the epinephrine and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public place, but also the bang and corruption I felt at making such a filthy mess, there was something so right about doing something that would induce others despise me as a disgusting beast bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping head trip, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my pissing turned a lovely golden nuance, this of grade increased the smell which only heightened how grime I felt. I had pissed on wall, mirrors and death chair inside changing elbow room, making sure I made as much mess as potential while I masturbated and wee-wee. Each clock time the Adrenalin, vulnerability and privation of the act giving me the mental thrust to orgasm as my paw worked my puss.

I still stole things it was very much a part of who I was at that stage, 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 relatives for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how practically joy 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 serial shoplifter who ruined computer memory changing elbow room by urinating all over them and left with stolen goods. The news had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted hoi polloi to account fishy behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a toll. 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 aid but go frustrated by my aching twat and the deficiency of exhilaration in my life. I found that without the stimulation of the unclean acts 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 progress to up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive house decorator store today.

coating observing myself in the mirror I made indisputable my dress were set aside and swapped the tag end early, a example I had learned over sentence as often it could be tricky to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as very much water as I could stomach the Night before and held onto it all cockcrow, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was about ready to burst.

With a wicked grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my keister to the slope paries of the cubiform. 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 aim it slow to add a piffling special torture I began fondling the folds of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in R-2. Slipping a finger into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clitoris with my thumb I shivered in expectation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurts as it collided with my hired man, dribbling down my body onto my tit as I relieved the massive pressure in my vesica. Soon I had to prompt my hand out of the way and spread my pussy lips to allow the torrent of dour golden urine to shoot over my head word and onto the other position rampart of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The strong acidity, musky smell of the prosperous fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the pocket-sized room, several large splatters landing on my chest and I even managed to catch a couple 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 dark favourable gloss it was now the salty, sour mix set my pussy aflame with new arousal. 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 fray harder, slipping various finger's breadth into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could feel a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my hired man. Covered in my own weewee with the taste of it wakeless on my tongue I had never been in a dirtier position and the view of being in such a populace place like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my eubstance convulsed in orgasmic walking on air, a Inner Light pant escaped my mouth and my dead body banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking oceanic abyss hint I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my bridge player and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by breast and teasing myself as waves of affectionate delight emanated from my private parts. I began licking off my digit covered with my pee and juices, savoring the Sweet, musky taste sensation of my pussy and the salty, turn mouthful of the urine. 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 designer attire. Looking around the room I saw the downright mass I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop of favorable fluid and a large pool was seeping from the carpet in the cuboid out under the doorway. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the poor cashier girls having to pick up the dirty fille I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to take the air out of the entrepot, the ordeal not yet over as I had to go forth with the stolen dress.

I opened the room access 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 meretricious exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the entrepot's cashiers opened the door to the changing way I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that char, she 's pissed all over our shop !"I began running towards the nominal head door as fast as i could, only a few foundation before the door, a large imposing security system guard appeared in front man of me. His heavy arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get wanton. But it was to no help. His arms felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girl who had opened the modification room doorway 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 loaded than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to mind causing me irritation.

"Hey this is one of our attire, 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 variety room and herself."The bank clerk answered.

At that the security guard loosened his handgrip on me but held my helping hand tight behind my spine."Come this way, I 'm going to call the cops on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The cop will need it as evidence."Instructed the security guard as he began pushing me towards the spinal column of the computer storage towards what locked like an empty warehousing way. He pushed me into the room and locked the threshold. Everything was melanize and I heard him calling the cops. I had no idea what had just happened, never in my animation had I thought I 'd be caught, and never had I thought I'd be covered in my dry pee when I was.

After a few minutes the door to the repositing room opened up the guard and the bank clerk girl were standing there.

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

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his gravid deal collided with my impudence sending a trashy wack sound through the room and bringing tears to my middle.

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

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

After that I just started taking the garb off there was nada else for it, the through of being made to foray for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't aid but find turned on, a light tingle running through my body and heating my fork as I removed my dress in presence of him and the female child still in the room access. The dress fell to the storey, revealing my naked physical structure underneath. I had n't bothered wearing away panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left hindquarters and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the attire, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red cheeks to redden to an even deeper specter of red.

"Hey come pick up this wearing apparel and result her old one on the floor. I have an idea to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the cashier girl.

The young woman stepped out of the threshold and into the room locking the door behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen garb dropping my old still damp one on the trading floor in its place. As I went to clean it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a mo jade, 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 stream was a dark gold almost to a brown and the smell of urine was so much potent than the quite a little I had made earlier. The bank clerk daughter understanding what he meant to do began removing her step-in from underneath her skirt. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the early slope of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my dress. Her watercourse was a great deal lighter almost like water, which I am thankful for as the apparel 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 plunder for them grew. Being so exposed in front of two people who wanted to excruciate and punish me was exhilarating my body was shivering in expectancy and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a manus to my dripping pussy 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 soundbox the build up of arousal had grown so strong in the past few instant that barely touching myself was almost enough to bestow me to the edge. I quickly thrust two digit into my cunt and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my stream situation.

The sentry duty was the start to notice my activeness,"hey get a incumbrance of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking flow towards me. The piss hit my pectus splattering it's shadow almost dark-brown golden liquidness across my boob, he aimed the stream up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to ward off 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 hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to lean my case into the safety device 's piss. At this level I could n't select it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become blind drunk and judder as waves of pleasance assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animate being on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and ruin. Iit was so often 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 handling was closer to that of a toilet.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful joy. I could n't help but cry out in painfulness at the rough discourse, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The mouthful of it was so stale and dour that it alone would of been enough to score me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul gustatory sensation permeated my mouthpiece and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His weewee tasted nothing like my own and the filth of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the painful sensation of the girl pulling my tomentum and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the predilection of the guards stale piss still on my tongue, and my breather still shortly as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard duty was zipping up his trouser as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on hussy, the bull will be here in any minute."Said the safety kicking the soaking wet frock in my management.

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

"We will just secernate them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the notorious pee bandit, caught in the lousy act covered in her own piss."The precaution replied with a circuitous grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the light, leaving me in near stark darkness to fumble with my wearing apparel. My attire that was now soaked to the gist with their now inhuman urine. It was somewhat hard to figure out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me shiver, the look of the stale, sour piss from the guard overpowering the less stiff part of the cashier girl.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the law stark naked. Despite how the preference of the safeguard urine had almost made me throw up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and perk up things I had ever done. Each cause I made resulting in a dissimilar persona of my eubstance being hugged by the foul garment, each teddy leaving wet plot on the floor and soaking me to my Congress of Racial Equality with the favorable stinking liquid I had spent so a good deal time spraying over walls and floors of storehouse. function of me was horrified at my state of affairs but the balance of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my lowest decimal point yet, the filth and mortification I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching twat. Rubbing my most tender expanse and probing between my lips. With my other hand I lifted the edge of my dress to my horn in inhaling deeply the noisome odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the flavour and desire of my degeneracy I lost caterpillar tread of meter my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the consequence to last a life as I savored the quite a little I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The threshold opened abruptly to hold two law officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie facial expression down with my hands on my top dog. Caught by surprise in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few seconds to follow. As soon as I did handcuff clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The inaugural police officeholder started telling me my right, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how thing had turned out and struggling with my rousing 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 fuss. Try not to splay on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first police officer. And with that we began walking .