As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my retentive legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a header of long blond hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a abruptly neatly trimmed strip of public haircloth and already dripping in anticipation of what was to make out. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the variety of classic beauty that men would stare at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing elbow room of a senior high school end intriguer clothes store in a shopping center on the rich slope of town. I had n't really paid attention to what the store name was only the expensive looking apparel I saw in the windowpane the tag on it read $ 960. This was the fresh in a long series of stores I had visited to steal from, a riding habit I had picked up as a young teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The chill and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fright of getting caught, the increase in beat whenever person walks by the changing room. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as meter went on simply stealing was n't enough, my actions got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my vernal years, so too did I explore my habit taking hazard in world places and masturbating in the change suite I stole from, my preference branching out to encourage feelings of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by complete fortuity 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 enceinte lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping center, chosen something skillful and set off towards the change way. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making indisputable none of the sales young lady saw what i was wearing before I went in. My convention activities ensued as I stripped off taking my fourth dimension and savoring the moment, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of photograph as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger's breadth in a circle around my clit, I looked through a crack in the doorway at the multitude walking past the changing rooms, going about their day completely oblivious of the young lady masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of dress.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening cunt, with two of my fingers working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how wax I felt, the meal I had before included a large Coke and it had already made its way through my torso. Not wanting to feature to stop I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the scissure in the door a large middle aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of fair sex who looks like she complains to the managing director at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my face mere in from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a mortal in my risky venture, the melodic theme of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was sufficiency to seduce my hands work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping puss. Stifling a groan, I felt heat emanating from my crotch as my body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my torso at the summit of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my vesica finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my body I could no longer sustain control of it.

First a little squirt came out as I tried to stem the flow, but it was to no use, the piffling squirt was joined by a second and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no estimation what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the full orgasm of my life and pissing all over the bulwark and rug of the variety elbow room. All I could do was stand there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the stream to end, I felt like war cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and active than I had ever been. Surely at any bit the woman outside would hear the descent of H2O and hollo the coach to check, or look between the crack in the room access to see my shaking form bent over pissing all over the place.

The womanhood was still waiting outside the threshold 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 splattering of clear urine on the rampart and dark fall guy on the carpeting of the floor. Rushing out of the modification room I dropped off my old clothes with the new rag on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the inaugural of many days like it, I had tried to go back to other depot and just steal and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the Same, there was something missing and I knew that rich down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the mess I had made in the store was improper and disgusting, it was the most inebriate and humiliating matter I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no return in my life.

Over the retiring two years I had visited hundreds of computer storage often visiting two or three a calendar 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 lousy and improper. 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 foul batch, there was something so compensate about doing something that would make others despise me as a disgusting animal bent-grass on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as yearn as I could so that my piss turned a lovely golden shade, this of grade increased the feel which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on paries, mirrors and chairs inside changing rooms, making sure I made as much mess as possible while I masturbated and relieve oneself. Each clip the epinephrin, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the genial push to orgasm as my helping hand worked my puss.

I still stole thing it was very much a contribution of who I was at that degree, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quickly horse, or to pay snag 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 a good deal pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local anesthetic news narration about all the computer memory I had been to, complaining about a serial lifter who ruined store changing suite by urinating all over them and left with stolen trade good. The news had dubbed the stealer the pee bandit and had alerted hoi polloi to account suspicious demeanor as the bandit had racked up quite a price. The night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a while. But as metre wore on I could n't help oneself but turn frustrated by my aching snatch and the lack of excitement in my living. I found that without the stimulation of the grime 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 grime way possible to make up for calendar week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer store today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my dress were set aside and swapped the rag early, a lesson I had learned over time as often it could be wily to untie and retie them. In provision for today I had drunk as much water as I could digest the night before and held onto it all morning time, drinking some more before I set out, by the prison term I arrived at the store I was about ready to break open.

With a arch grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my fundament to the face wall of the cubelike. With some effort I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my head with my shoulder joint and upper back supporting me on the solid ground. Deciding to try and lead it retard to add a small extra anguish I began fondling the fold of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clitoris in rotary. Slipping a finger into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clit with my thumb I shivered in anticipation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurts as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my body onto my boob as I relieved the massive atmospheric pressure in my vesica. Soon I had to move my hand out of the way and spread my kitty lips to allow the torrent of dark gilded water to shoot over my head word and onto the other incline bulwark of the cubical in a somewhat flash spatter. The impregnable tartness, musky smell of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small room, several tumid splatters landing on my breast and I even managed to catch a brace drops on my tongue. The mouthful of my own pee 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 gilt semblance it was now the salty, acidity mix set my kitty aflame with new arousal. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my pussycat blocking the balance of the low watercourse and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a rubbed harder, slipping various fingerbreadth into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could feel a heat energy rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my hand. Covered in my own piss with the taste of it heavy on my tongue I had never been in a unsportsmanlike placement and the thought 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 organic structure convulsed in orgasmic blissfulness, a light gasp escaped my mouth and my body banged against the paries a few times uncontrollably. Taking deep breath I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my manus and began rubbing my bureau spreading the yellowed piss across by titty and teasing myself as Wave of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my digit covered with my urine and juices, savoring the sweet, musky predilection of my puss and the salty, sour taste 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 intriguer attire. Looking around the room I saw the absolute hatful I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drops of aureate fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the inadequate cashier girls having to clean up the filthy misfire I had made. I tied up my haircloth and prepared to walk out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to lead with the stolen dress.

I opened the door and began making my way out of the fund, gingerly placing my damp old wearing apparel on a video display tabular array. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud ecphonesis 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 door as fast as i could, only a few feet before the doorway, a large imposing security department guard appeared in front of me. His big arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get relax. But it was to no avail. His arms felt as self-colored as bricks and I could n't tease apart them a bit. The the female child who had opened the change elbow room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my script behind me. The ziptie bit into my radiocarpal joint as my struggling forced it closed compressed than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to mind causing me discomfort.

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

"Oh wow your in hassle, and what 's that smell ?"Replied the security department guard.

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

At that the security safety loosened his grip on me but held my hired hand tight behind my back."Come this way, I 'm going to call the cops on this one. Find the apparel she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The copper will need it as evidence."Instructed the surety safeguard as he began pushing me towards the backrest of the depot towards what locked like an hollow storage room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was Shirley Temple and I heard him calling the cop. I had no idea what had just happened, never in my living had I thought I 'd be caught, and never had I thought I'd be covered in my dry urine when I was.

After a few minutes the door to the storage room opened up the guard and the teller girl were standing there.

"The pig are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the news program was talking about, if that 's true your in a all reality of trouble,"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 take this stolen dress off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large hands collided with my cheek sending a loud wack audio through the way and bringing tears to my oculus.

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

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

After that I just started taking the dress off there was zero else for it, the through of being made to strip for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in agency I had never imagined, I could n't help but feel turned on, a light tingle running through my body and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in strawman of him and the female child still in the threshold. The dress fell to the flooring, revealing my defenseless dead body underneath. I had n't bothered bear pantie 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 safeguard whistled as I stepped out of the wearing apparel, adding to my mortification and causing my already stinging red cheeks to blush to an even rich shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this apparel and bequeath her old one on the floor. I have an idea to punish this lousy slut."Instructed the sentry go to the cashier daughter.

The girl 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 pluck it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a minute slut, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the apparel on the floor. His stream was a sullen gold almost to a brown and the scent of urine was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier little girl understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her bird. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other position of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my clothes. Her stream was much lighter almost like water, which I am thankful for as the attire already smelled overpoweringly of pee.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my dress, the rousing I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. Being so exposed in forepart of two the great unwashed who wanted to torment and penalise me was exhilarating my consistency was shivering in anticipation and I could not withstand 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 body the anatomy up of arousal had grown so solid in the past few minute that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the border. I quickly thrust two finger into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussycat well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my electric current situation.

The guard was the commencement to mark my military action,"hey get a load of this hussy shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it's night almost brown golden liquid across my breast, he aimed the flow up to my look trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to invalidate it but not daring to try and remain firm after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slut,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the clothes and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my whisker tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to tend my face into the guard 's peeing. At this breaker point I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the cycle and pace construction up so much that it was unbearable, causing my body to become stiff and judder as waves of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of creature on show for these mass humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to toy with and ruin. Iit was so a lot 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 lavish in the present moment, even if my discussion was close-fitting to that of a lavatory.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my haircloth even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't assist but cry out in hurting at the roughly discussion, and as I did, the non-white piss landed directly in my sassing, shooting straight down my throat. The mouthful of it was so stale and moody 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 appreciation permeated my backtalk and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piddle tasted nothing like my own and the foulness of it almost made me shake off up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the infliction of the girlfriend pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the penchant of the guards stale piss still on my knife, and my breath still short as I struggled to pull out myself together. The precaution was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

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

"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 consider the us the respectable employees of this shopping eye, or the ill-famed pee bandit, caught in the nasty act covered in her own piss."The guard 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 dispatch shadow to fumble with my wearing apparel. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold urine. It was somewhat difficult to figure out which side of the garb was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, off-key pissing from the safety overpowering the less potent contribution of the bank clerk missy.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste sensation of the safeguard piddle had almost made me throw up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the garb drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and arouse things I had ever done. Each move I made resulting in a unlike character of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet patches on the level and soaking me to my core with the fortunate stinking liquid I had spent so much time spraying over bulwark and floors of stores. section of me was horrified at my site but the repose of me craved more. Even though this was doubtlessly my lowest point yet, the filth and mortification I felt only fueled my desire for Thomas More. Soon adequate my hand started wandering back to my aching pussy. Rubbing my most sensitive domain and probing between my lips. With my former hired hand I lifted the bound of my dress to my pry inhaling deeply the foul odor of my capturer filth. Losing myself in the scent and desire of my turpitude I lost racecourse of meter my head distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to cobbler's last a lifetime as I savored the kettle of fish I was in and, the sight that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to allow two police force officers. Barely hesitating a mo they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my drumhead. Caught by surprise in my vacuous DoS of pleasure, it took me a few seconds to comply. As soon as I did handlock clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first police policeman 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 mortification i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the station, if your who they say you are your in big hassle. Try not to skid on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the for the first time police ship's officer. And with that we began walking .