As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my number, my long wooden leg, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thinly waistline and my perky C cup breasts, with a school principal of yearn blond hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a short neatly trimmed strip of public hair and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My name is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of classic beauty that men would gaze at if I walked past times.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end designer clothes store in a shopping marrow on the rich side of town. I had n't really paid attention to what the stores figure was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the young in a longsighted series of storage I had visited to steal from, a riding habit I had picked up as a young stripling and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The shudder and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the veneration of getting caught, the growth in beat whenever mortal walk of life by the changing way. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my legal action got bolder and as I began exploring my torso in my younger years, so too did I explore my habits taking peril in public station and masturbating in the change way I stole from, my tastes branching out to advance feel of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 years ago, almost by consummate stroke I had discovered something that gave me even more of a charge than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like pattern, having had a large lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping centerfield, chosen something nice and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making trusted none of the sales girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the moment, the feeling of vulnerability and danger of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clit, I looked through a offer in the door at the citizenry walking past the changing elbow room, going about their day completely oblivious of the girl masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussycat, with two of my fingers working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how full I felt, the meal I had before included a large coke and it had already made its way through my physical structure. Not wanting to make to kibosh I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a large middle aged woman was approaching the change way, the kind of woman 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 mere column inch from her handwriting. This was the snug I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was adequate to constitute my hands work treble time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping puss. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my genitalia as my consistence began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the height of pleasure, 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 star going through my body I could no longer keep back control of it.

First a little squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the little small fry was joined by a secondment and a third and suddenly it was a flow. I had no mind what to do I was bent over naked, shaking from the best orgasm of my liveliness and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was tolerate there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the flow to end, I felt like call, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the fair sex outside would hear the capitulation of piddle and hollo the manager to check, or look between the crack in the door to see my shaking human body 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 clothes 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 walls and iniquity score on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the variety room I dropped off my old wearing apparel with the new tag on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy womanhood could levy an alarm.

That had been the low of many day like it, I had tried to go back to other memory board 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 mess hall I had made in the store was wrong 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 riposte in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited 100 of stores often visiting two or three a workweek, pissing in every change elbow room I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and excitement I felt at doing something so dirty and faulty. I began not only craving the Adrenalin and exposure I felt from being in such a populace home, but also the flush and corruption I felt at making such a filthy mess, there was something so flop about doing something that would wee others scorn me as a disgusting fleshly bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as very much as I could before my shopping stumble, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my piddle turned a lovely prosperous spectre, this of course of instruction increased the smell which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chair inside changing rooms, making sure I made as much quite a little as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each time the adrenaline, exposure and loss of the act giving me the mental button to orgasm as my hired man worked my pussy.

I still stole things it was very much a share of who I was at that point, not that I needed the wearing apparel. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick vaulting horse, or to pay snag and such and some I gifted to friends and congenator for natal day and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how lots pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a topical anesthetic news fib about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a serial lifter who ruined stores changing elbow room by urinating all over them and left with stolen commodity. The tidings had dubbed the stealer the pee bandit and had alerted people to report suspicious behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a toll. The dark 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 help but become frustrated by my aching puss and the lack of excitement in my liveliness. I found that without the stimulation of the filthy 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 make up for weeks without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer store today.

Finishing observing myself in the mirror I made certain my dress were set aside and swapped the ticket early, a example I had learned over time as often it could be dodgy to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as practically water as I could stomach the night before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the metre I arrived at the store I was about ready to burst.

With a impish grin I sat on the solid ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side rampart of the cube-shaped. With some sweat I lifted my wooden leg and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my head with my shoulders and amphetamine back supporting me on the background. Deciding to try and take it decelerate to add a piddling spare anguish I began fondling the folding of my kitty, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in circles. Slipping a finger into my already wet opening while continuing to rub my clitoris with my thumb I shivered in prevision.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurts as it collided with my deal, dribbling down my consistence onto my breasts as I relieved the massive pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to locomote my hand out of the way and spread my pussy backtalk to grant the torrent of dark gilded urine to shoot over my straits and onto the other side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The strong sourness, musky spirit of the golden fluid heightening my foreplay as it sprayed across the small room, various orotund splatters landing on my chest and I even managed to beguile a duad drops on my tongue. The taste perception 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 favorable color it was now the salty, false mix set my pussy aflame with new foreplay. As the current began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my pussy blocking the remainder of the low watercourse and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a fray harder, slipping several fingerbreadth into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could experience a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my manus. Covered in my own piddle with the taste of it heavy on my tongue I had never been in a dirtier post and the sentiment of being in such a public position like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic bliss, a dismount pant escaped my mouth and my physical structure banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking late breathing place I attempted to retrieve my composure, as I removed my helping hand and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellow piss across by breasts and teasing myself as wave of strong pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingerbreadth covered with my piss and succus, savoring the sweet, musky taste of my cunt and the salty, rancid predilection of the urine. I lay there for what felt like forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling ramification 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 absolute hole I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with driblet of golden fluid and a expectant pool was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the door. Smiling to myself at the intellection of one of the poor cashier little girl having to clean house up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my whisker and prepared to walk out of the stock, the ordeal not yet over as I had to go out with the stolen dress.

I opened the room access and began making my way out of the depot, gingerly placing my dampen old clothes on a display tabular array. A pant of surprise, followed by a loudly exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the memory board's bank clerk opened the door to the changing elbow room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that adult female, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the front doorway as fast as i could, only a few feet before the threshold, a large imposing security system guard appeared in front man of me. His orotund weapon system wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no avail. His coat of arms felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girlfriend who had opened the change room doorway caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to tie down my men behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed stiff than it should of been, the girlfriend did n't seem to mind causing me uncomfortableness.

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

"Oh wow your in hassle, and what 's that feel ?"Replied the security department sentry duty.

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

At that the security sentry go loosened his grip on me but held my hands 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 need it as evidence."Instructed the security precaution as he began pushing me towards the spine of the storehouse towards what locked like an empty depot elbow room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was ignominious and I heard him calling the cops. I had no mind what had just happened, never in my liveliness 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 hour the threshold to the memory board way opened up the precaution and the bank clerk girlfriend were standing there.

"The cops 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 all cosmos of fuss,"said the sentry duty 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 acquire 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 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 hold you walking around in this fine frock that you have stolen."he replied.

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

After that I just started taking the dress off there was nothing else for it, the through of being made to strip for this declamatory, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't help oneself but feel turned on, a light prickling running through my consistence and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the door. The attire fell to the floor, revealing my naked body underneath. I had n't bothered wear down panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left behind and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the apparel, adding to my chagrin and causing my already stinging red cheeks to flush to an even rich shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this attire and leave her old one on the flooring. I have an approximation to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the guard to the cashier young woman.

The missy stepped out of the doorway and into the room locking the threshold behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the floor in its space. As I went to piece it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder joint and forced me to my knees.

"Just a moment slut, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his turncock and began pissing onto the wearing apparel on the floor. His stream was a dark amber almost to a brown and the scent of pee was so much unattackable than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier fille understanding what he meant to do began removing her scanty 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 frock. Her stream was much barge almost like water system, which I am thankful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of urine.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my frock, the rousing I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. existence so exposed in front of two citizenry who wanted to torment and punish me was exhilarating my consistency was shivering in anticipation and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping cunt trying to be a as elusive as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the foremost spot it was like lightning through my torso the body-build up of arousal had grown so strong in the past few instant that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the edge. I quickly thrust two fingers into my snatch and began roughly fucking myself my pussycat well lubricated from all the yesteryear stimulation and my current situation.

The safety device was the first to notice my actions,"hey get a encumbrance of this trollop shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking current towards me. The water hit my chest splattering it's shadow almost brownness golden liquidness across my breasts, he aimed the watercourse up to my aspect trying to get it in my mouth and middle, 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 water on the wearing apparel and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my pilus tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to tilt my face into the sentry duty 's piddle. At this point I could n't take it, my fingerbreadth working my dripping puss like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was unbearable, causing my body to suit stiff and shake as wave 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 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 shower in the mo, even if my discourse was secretive to that of a pot.

"out-of-doors up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful delight. I could n't help but cry out in infliction at the crude treatment, and as I did, the dark peeing landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so stale and acidify 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 foul taste permeated my sassing and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the nastiness of it almost made me befuddle up as I struggled to breath. The pleasance of my coming combining with the infliction of the young woman pulling my fuzz and me gasping for air was too a great deal, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the taste of the guards stale piss still on my lingua, and my breathing place still short as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard was zipping up his pants as the teller leered over me.

"Put your clothes on slut, the cops will be here in any minute."Said the safety kicking the soaking wet dress in my direction.

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

"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 infamous pee brigand, caught in the smutty 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 luminousness, leaving me in near dispatch iniquity to blunder with my dress. 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 dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the inhuman wetness of it made me throb, the sense of smell of the stale, sour piss from the guard overpowering the less powerful donation of the cashier girlfriend.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards piddle had almost made me give up, the clog up scent 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 movement I made resulting in a different theatrical role of my dead body being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet fleck on the floor and soaking me to my core with the halcyon stinking liquid I had spent so a good deal time spraying over paries and floors of storehouse. theatrical role 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 abasement I felt only fueled my desire for to a greater extent. Soon decent my hand started wandering back to my aching twat. Rubbing my most sensible expanse and probing between my sassing. With my other deal I lifted the edge of my dress to my pry inhaling deeply the cruddy odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the flavor and desire of my depravity I lost track of metre my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the mo to finally a lifespan as I savored the good deal I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two law officers. Barely hesitating a minute they instructed me to lie face down with my workforce on my head. Caught by surprise in my mindless state of pleasure, it took me a few sec to abide by. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first police police officer started telling me my right field, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how affair had turned out and struggling with my arousal at the helplessness 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 hassle. Try not to slip on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first police policeman. And with that we began walking .