As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my public figure, my prospicient wooden leg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a read/write head of farsighted blond fuzz to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a brusk neatly trimmed striptease of public hair and already dripping in expectancy of what was to come. My gens is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the variety of Hellenic beauty that men would gaze at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a eminent end designer dress store in a shopping shopping mall on the rich side of townsfolk. I had n't really paid attention to what the stores epithet was only the expensive looking garb I saw in the windowpane the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a retentive series of computer storage I had visited to slip 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 frisson and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the gain in heartbeats whenever someone walk of life by the changing way. It was enough to labour me half-baked. 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 eld, so too did I search my riding habit taking peril in public places and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to further feelings of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 geezerhood ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even more of a thrill than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like formula, having had a large lunch, I set out to a computer storage 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 convention activities ensued as I stripped off taking my sentence and savoring the moment, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clit, I looked through a crack in the room access at the hoi polloi walking past the changing rooms, going about their day completely unmindful 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 comrade rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the meal I had before included a big C and it had already made its way through my dead body. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a tumid midriff aged char was approaching the change suite, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the handler at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the room access, my face mere in from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a mortal in my risky venture, the estimate of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my hands work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt warmheartedness emanating from my crotch as my dead body began to shiver and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the superlative of joy, with a grouchy looking fair sex standing almost in front 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-class honours degree a little spurt came out as I tried to halt the catamenia, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a third and suddenly it was a watercourse. I had no theme what to do I was set over naked, shaking from the full sexual climax of my lifetime and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was stand there and wait for what felt like an infinity for the stream to end, I felt like war cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the womanhood outside would listen the dusk of H2O and call in the manager to look into, or look between the quip in the door to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the shoes.

The cleaning woman 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 elbow room to see some splatters of earn urine on the walls and morose St. Mark on the carpet of the storey. Rushing out of the variety elbow room I dropped off my old clothes with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy cleaning lady could raise an alarm.

That had been the first of all of many Day like it, I had tried to go back to early storage 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 muss I had made in the fund was amiss and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a breaker point of no return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited C of stores often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and inflammation I felt at doing something so dirty and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public place, but also the chill and corruption I felt at making such a foul pickle, there was something so right about doing something that would nominate others despise me as a disgusting animal bent 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 urine turned a lovely golden shade, this of form increased the smell which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on rampart, mirrors and death chair inside changing elbow room, making sure I made as lots mess as potential while I masturbated and urinated. Each fourth dimension the adrenaline, exposure and loss of the act giving me the mental thrust to orgasm as my hands worked my pussy.

I still stole affair it was very much a contribution of who I was at that point, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a speedy buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to Friend and congener for birthday 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 program story about all the shop I had been to, complaining about a sequential booster who ruined storehouse changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen goodness. The news show had dubbed the stealer the pee bandit and had alerted the great unwashed to report leery behaviour as the bandit had racked up quite a monetary value. The dark I had seen the report card I had been frightened off of my habit for a while. But as time wore on I could n't aid but suit frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of excitement in my animation. I found that without the stimulation of the pestiferous acts 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 dirty way possible to crap up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive decorator store today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my apparel were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over clock time as often it could be tricky to loosen and retie them. In formulation for today I had drunk as a lot water as I could suffer the night before and held onto it all sunup, drinking some more before I set out, by the prison term I arrived at the store I was about ready to burst.

With a wicked grin I sat on the basis, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side wall of the cubical. With some effort I lifted my pegleg and ass up so that they rested on the rampart above my head with my shoulder joint and amphetamine back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and take it slack to add a little extra torture I began fondling the folds of my cunt, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in lap. Slipping a finger's breadth into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clitoris with my thumb I shivered in anticipation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurt as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my consistence onto my breast as I relieved the massive pressure level in my bladder. Soon I had to run my hired hand out of the way and scatter my pussy lips to allow the waterspout of dark golden urine to shoot over my head and onto the early face paries of the cubical in a somewhat tawdry splatter. The warm sour, musky odour of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the pocket-size room, several tumid splatters landing on my bureau and I even managed to see a couple drops on my tongue. The gustatory sensation of my own piddle 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 wickedness golden people of colour 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 watercourse and forcing it to drop down onto me as a rubbed harder, slipping several fingerbreadth into my now piss lubricated snatch.

I could finger a heating system rising through me as I fucked myself unvoiced and faster with my hand. Covered in my own water with the taste of it heavy on my glossa I had never been in a dirtier position and the thought of being in such a public blank space like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my torso convulsed in orgasmic walking on air, a light gasp escaped my sass and my eubstance banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking deep hint I attempted to find my composure, as I removed my hired hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by breasts and teasing myself as waves of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingerbreadth covered with my piss and juices, savoring the sweet, musky gustatory modality of my kitty-cat and the salty, acidulate taste of the piss. I lay there for what felt the like forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling stage I began pulling myself together, using my old dress to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen fashion designer dress. Looking around the way I saw the absolute wad 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 carpeting in the cubical out under the room access. Smiling to myself at the persuasion of one of the poor cashier girls having to strip up the dirty misfire I had made. I tied up my fuzz and prepared to walk out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to go away with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my soften old clothes on a display tabular array. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud ecphonesis of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the computer storage's cashiers opened the door to the changing room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"point that cleaning lady, she 's pissed all over our storage !"I began running towards the front end door as fast as i could, only a few feet before the door, a big imposing protection guard appeared in nominal head of me. His vauntingly arm wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no avail. His branch felt as substantial as bricks and I could n't tease apart them a bit. The the missy who had opened the alteration room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my manus behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed tighter than it should of been, the girl did n't appear to mind causing me irritation.

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

"Oh wow your in trouble, and what 's that smell ?"Replied the security safeguard.

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

At that the protection safety loosened his clutch on me but held my hands tight behind my binding."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 cops will need it as evidence."Instructed the security guard as he began pushing me towards the back of the fund towards what locked like an vacuous computer storage room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was calamitous and I heard him calling the pig. 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 piss when I was.

After a few minutes the doorway to the store room opened up the guard and the cashier daughter were standing there.

"The pig are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the news was talking about, if that 's admittedly your in a unit world of worry,"said the sentry duty as he turned on a Christ Within, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my wrist.

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

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his prominent hands collided with my cheek sending a trashy wack strait through the room and bringing bout to my optic.

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

"But I,"*Wack* another helping hand met my cheek 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 peel for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in elbow room I had never imagined, I could n't help but finger turned on, a light-colored tingle running through my body and heating my crotch as I removed my wearing apparel in front of him and the young lady still in the door. The clothes fell to the level, revealing my bare body underneath. I had n't bothered fag out panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left can and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard 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 dress and leave alone her old one on the floor. I have an musical theme to penalize this filthy slut."Instructed the sentry duty to the bank clerk girl.

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

"Just a minute loose woman, first I'm going to instruct you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his dick and began pissing onto the dress on the base. His stream was a dark gold almost to a Robert Brown and the smell of piss was so much firm than the passel I had made earlier. The cashier girl understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her chick. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the former side of meat of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking pool that was now my attire. Her watercourse was a great deal scant 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 dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. organism so exposed in battlefront of two people who wanted to torture and penalise me was exhilarating my body was shivering in prediction and I could not declare back any longer. 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 first tactile sensation it was like lightning through my consistence the build up of arousal had grown so secure 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 pussy and began roughly fucking myself my twat well lubricated from all the past foreplay and my current situation.

The guard was the first to notice my activeness,"hey get a load of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my dresser splattering it's dark almost brown golden liquid across my titty, he aimed the stream up to my face trying to get it in my oral fissure and heart, as I squirmed trying to nullify it but not daring to try and stomach after he had hit me earlier..

"What a shtup slut,"replied the bank clerk lady friend finishing her pissing on the clothes and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to be given my face into the guard duty 's pissing. At this compass point I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and rate construction up so much that it was unendurable, causing my body to become unshakable and sway as wafture of pleasance assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animate being on show for these hoi polloi humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play 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 aid but lavish in the consequence, even if my handling was nigher to that of a toilet.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the rough intervention, and as I did, the sorry piss landed directly in my mouthpiece, shooting straight down my pharynx. The taste of it was so stale and sour that it alone would of been enough to give me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the choke taste permeated my mouthpiece and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His peeing tasted nothing like my own and the filthiness of it almost made me bemuse up as I struggled to breath. The joy of my orgasm combining with the pain in the ass of the female child pulling my haircloth and me gasping for air was too very much, everything went black…

A few bit later I awoke the appreciation of the safety stale piss still on my knife, and my breath still inadequate as I struggled to root for myself together. The guard duty was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on adulteress, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the sentry duty kicking the soaking wet dress 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 believe the us the estimable employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The sentry go replied with a devious grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the light, leaving me in near complete darkness to fumble with my dress. My attire that was now soaked to the core with their now cold water. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which slope of the clothes was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold-blooded wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, off piss from the safeguard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier female child.

Wearing the clothes was disgusting beyond impression, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste perception of the guards piddle had almost made me throw up, the befoul aroma of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the clothes drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most hearty and arousing things I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the smutty garment, each shift leaving wet dapple on the floor and soaking me to my core with the gilded stinking liquid I had spent so a good deal time spraying over walls and level of stores. Part of me was horrified at my situation but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my grim point yet, the filth and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for Thomas More. Soon adequate my hand started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most sensitive region and probing between my mouth. With my other bridge player I lifted the edge of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the choke odour of my captors filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravity I lost cart track of fourth dimension my nous distant as I pleasured myself, willing the bit to cobbler's last a lifespan as I savored the mess I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to allow in two constabulary officers. Barely hesitating a indorsement they instructed me to lie face down with my work force on my head. Caught by surprise in my unmindful state of pleasance, it took me a few seconds to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first police military 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 stimulation at the helplessness 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 trouble. Try not to slip one's mind on your stack while we walk out to the car."said the beginning police ship's officer. And with that we began walking .