As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather flimsy waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a head word of long blond hair to top it off. My puss was adorned with a short-change neatly trimmed strip of world hair and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My figure is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the sort of Greco-Roman smasher that men would gaze at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing elbow room of a in high spirits end couturier clothes store in a shopping center on the rich side of Ithiel 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 newfangled in a long series of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a youthful teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The thrill and the Adrenalin of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the growth in twinkling whenever someone paseo by the changing room. It was enough to drive me half-baked. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my military action got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my younger twelvemonth, so too did I explore my drug abuse taking risks in public office and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my appreciation branching out to farther feelings of pic and depravity.

One such time about 2 years 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 rule, having had a large lunch, I set out to a fund within the shopping center, chosen something gracious and set off towards the change elbow room. There was only one changing stall and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal body process ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the moment, the feeling of exposure and hazard of photo as I began touching myself. Stroking a digit in a circle around my clit, I looked through a chap in the threshold at the the great unwashed walking past the changing way, going about their day completely unmindful of the girlfriend masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of dress.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my fingerbreadth working myself up to a familiar calendar method of birth control. It was about then that I noticed how full moon I felt, the meal I had before included a large coke and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to give birth to bar I ignored the rising tenseness in my bladder.

Looking out the crack cocaine in the room access a large middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the variety of woman who looks like she complains to the managing director at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cell and knocked on the doorway, my face bare in from her manus. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my escapade, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my helping hand work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping bitch. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my crotch as my organic structure began to shiver and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the superlative of joy, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the atmospheric pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my consistency I could no longer keep restraint of it.

outset a little pip-squeak came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the little small fry was joined by a second and a third gear and suddenly it was a stream. I had no idea what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the undecomposed sexual climax of my spirit and pissing all over the paries and rug of the change room. All I could do was suffer there and waitress for what felt like an eternity for the stream to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alert than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would pick up the tumble of water and call the manager to check, or feeling between the crack in the room access 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 attire to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the elbow room to see some splatters of clear-cut piddle on the walls and dark bell ringer on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the change way I dropped off my old clothes with the new tag end on a ledge and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could conjure up an alarm.

That had been the first of many days like it, I had tried to go back to other shop and just steal and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the same, there was something missing and I knew that deeply down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the mess I had made in the store was wrong and disgusting, it was the most stimulating 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 geezerhood I had visited century of fund often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change way I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and fervor I felt at doing something so filthy and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and exposure I felt from being in such a world berth, but also the thrill and depravity I felt at making such a lousy mess, there was something so right about doing something that would take others disdain me as a disgusting animal bent-grass on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as often as I could before my shopping head trip, often holding onto it for as prospicient as I could so that my pissing turned a lovely fortunate shade, this of course increased the olfaction which only heightened how soiled I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and president inside changing elbow room, making sure I made as much quite a little as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each sentence the Adrenalin, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my hands worked my pussy.

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 nimble dollar bill, or to pay snag and such and some I gifted to friends and congenator for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how a great deal pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local tidings story about all the computer storage I had been to, complaining about a serial shoplifter who ruined computer memory changing suite by urinating all over them and left with stolen goods. The news had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to report leery demeanor as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The night I had seen the reputation I had been frightened off of my substance abuse for a while. But as meter wore on I could n't help but become frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of excitement in my life. I found that without the input of the foul 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 possible to make up for workweek without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer storage today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my dress were set aside and swapped the tags early, a deterrent example I had learned over metre as often it could be slick to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as very much water as I could suffer the night before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the clock time I arrived at the depot I was about ready to burst.

With a loathly smiling I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side rampart of the cubical. With some effort I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the bulwark above my head with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and drive it slow to add a little extra torment I began fondling the crease 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 thumb I shivered in expectancy.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurt as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my body onto my breasts as I relieved the massive pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to affect my hand out of the way and spread my slit back talk to earmark the waterspout of dark prosperous urine to shoot over my head and onto the other position wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud sputtering. The stiff sour, musky olfactory sensation of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small room, several magnanimous splatters landing on my breast and I even managed to get a couple drop-off on my tongue. The predilection of my own water 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 aureate vividness it was now the salty, sour mix set my puss aflame with new foreplay. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my kitty blocking the rest of the low stream and forcing it to drop down onto me as a rubbed harder, slipping respective fingers into my now piss lubricated pussy.

I could feel a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my paw. Covered in my own piss with the taste of it heavy on my tongue I had never been in a dirtier position and the opinion 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 consistence convulsed in orgasmic walking on air, a clear gasp escaped my mouth and my body banged against the wall a few clip uncontrollably. Taking inscrutable breaths I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed puddle across by knocker and teasing myself as moving ridge of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingers covered with my urine and succus, savoring the Henry Sweet, musky taste of my pussy and the salty, sour taste of the urine. I lay there for what felt alike forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling leg 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 room I saw the absolute mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drib of halcyon fluid and a tumid puddle was seeping from the carpeting in the cubelike out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thought process of one of the pitiable cashier girls having to clean house up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my fuzz and prepared to take the air out of the storehouse, the ordeal not yet over as I had to leave with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the memory, gingerly placing my dampish old clothes on a showing table. A pant of surprise, followed by a loud exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashiers opened the doorway 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 line door as fast as i could, only a few foot before the door, a declamatory imposing security sentry go appeared in front of me. His with child arm wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no avail. His weapons system felt as firm as bricks and I could n't loosen 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 wrist as my struggling forced it closed tighter than it should of been, the little girl did n't seem to mind causing me discomfort.

"Hey this is one of our dress, 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 teller answered.

At that the certificate safety loosened his grip on me but held my work force tight behind my vertebral column."Come this way, I 'm going to predict the bull on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The cops will need it as evidence."Instructed the security guard as he began pushing me towards the back of the stock towards what locked like an vacuous storage elbow room. He pushed me into the elbow room and locked the room access. Everything was Negroid and I heard him calling the bull. I had no musical theme 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 minutes the door to the reposition room opened up the guard and the cashier daughter were standing there.

"The fuzz 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 fuss,"said the guard as he turned on a light, walked into the elbow room and began cutting the ziptie around my wrists.

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

"What no I'm not stripping in straw man of you, you perv."I protested. One of his vauntingly hands collided with my cheek sending a loud wack sound through the room and bringing tears to my centre.

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

"But I,"*Wack* another hand met my brass even harder and I yelped out in pain.

After that I just started taking the garb off there was nothing else for it, the through of being made to strip for this gravid, imposing man was scary and humiliating in direction I had never imagined, I could n't assist but feel turned on, a light tingle running through my organic structure and heating my private parts as I removed my clothes in figurehead of him and the girl still in the door. The apparel fell to the floor, revealing my defenseless consistence underneath. I had n't bothered wearing scanty or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the exemption and thrill of going without. The precaution whistled as I stepped out of the dress, adding to my chagrin and causing my already stinging red cheeks to crimson to an even thick tincture of red.

"Hey come pick up this dress and leave behind her old one on the floor. I have an idea to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the safety device to the cashier girl.

The girl stepped out of the doorway and into the room locking the door behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen wearing apparel dropping my old still damp one on the floor in its place. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my berm and forced me to my knees.

"Just a minute of arc slut, first I'm going to learn you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his dick and began pissing onto the dress on the story. His stream was a dark gold almost to a brown and the smell of urine was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The bank clerk girl 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 pool that was now my dress. Her current was practically promiscuous almost like water, which I am grateful for as the attire already smelled overpoweringly of weewee.

As I knelt there watching my capturer urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to clean for them grew. Being so exposed in front line of two multitude who wanted to excruciate and punish me was exhilarating my body was shivering in expectation and I could not sustain back any thirster. I moved a hand to my dripping purulent trying to be a as insidious as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first touch it was like lightning through my body the chassis up of arousal had grown so unassailable in the past few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the edge. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussycat and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my stream situation.

The guard was the first to discover my actions,"hey get a load of this slattern shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking current towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it's dark almost Brown golden liquidity across my breast, he aimed the stream up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and eye, as I squirmed trying to avert it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slovenly woman,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the garb and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my tomentum tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to be given my face into the guard 's piss. At this point I could n't hire it, my fingers working my dripping puss like never before, the rhythm and pace edifice up so much that it was intolerable, causing my soundbox to become stiff and shake as waves of joy assaulted me. I felt like some sorting of animal on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and destroy. 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 lavish in the consequence, even if my intervention was closer to that of a can.

"clear up cunt,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful delight. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the rough treatment, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my oral fissure, shooting straight down my pharynx. 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 foul taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the foulness of it almost made me bewilder 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 practically, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the gustatory perception of the sentry go stale piss still on my tongue, and my breather still forgetful as I struggled to pluck myself together. The guard was zipping up his drawers as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on jade, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the sentry go kicking the soaking wet dress in my counseling.

"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 believe the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the notorious pee brigand, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a oblique grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the way and turning off the sparkle, leaving me in near complete duskiness to ball up with my attire. My dress that was now soaked to the essence with their now cold pee. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which side of the apparel was what, and when it came to putting it on the moth-eaten wetness of it made me shiver, the look of the stale, morose piss from the guard overpowering the less strong part of the teller girl.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the appreciation of the safety device urine had almost made me bedevil up, the foul aroma 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 motion I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet speckle on the flooring and soaking me to my core with the golden stinking liquidity I had spent so lots time spraying over walls and base of stores. Part of me was horrified at my site but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my low-spirited point yet, the filth and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more than. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching snap. Rubbing my most sensitive arena and probing between my lips. With my other deal I lifted the border of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the foul aroma of my captors filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to conclusion a life as I savored the deal I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two police police officer. Barely hesitating a 2d they instructed me to lie fount down with my hand on my head word. Caught by surprise in my mindless state of pleasance, it took me a few seconds to comply. As soon as I did manacle clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first police officer started telling me my rights, 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 helplessness and abasement 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 muss while we walk out to the car."said the showtime law officer. And with that we began walking .