As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my long legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup boob, with a forefront of farseeing blonde tomentum to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a short neatly trimmed strip of world whisker and already dripping in anticipation of what was to come. My gens is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of classic stunner that men would stare at if I walked past.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end intriguer apparel store in a shopping center on the rich side of meat of township. I had n't really paid attention to what the storage name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the new in a long serial publication of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a young adolescent 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 increase in flash whenever somebody walks by the changing way. It was enough to aim me crazy. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my actions got bolder and as I began exploring my torso in my younger eld, so too did I explore my habits taking risks in public station and masturbating in the change suite I stole from, my tasting branching out to advance intuitive feeling of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 years 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 normal, having had a large tiffin, I set out to a store within the shopping shopping mall, chosen something nice and set off towards the change way. There was only one changing booth and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales agreement girls saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the present moment, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of photograph as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clit, I looked through a fracture in the room access at the people walking past the changing room, going about their day completely oblivious of the little girl masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of clothes.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my finger working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how entire I felt, the meal I had before included a large blow and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising stress in my bladder.

Looking out the go in the room access a prominent eye aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the kind of woman who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my face mere inch from her hand. This was the closest I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was sufficiency to make my bridge player work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping slit. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my crotch as my body began to tremble and tingle in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my dead body at the height of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the pressing in my bladder finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my consistency I could no longer keep control of it.

commencement a short squirt came out as I tried to staunch the current, but it was to no use, the little squirt was joined by a second and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no theme what to do I was bent-grass over naked, shaking from the effective orgasm of my life and pissing all over the wall and carpet of the change elbow room. All I could do was stick out there and hold back for what felt like an eternity for the watercourse to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would try the gloaming of water and shout the managing director to check, or look between the whirl in the threshold to see my shaking mould set over pissing all over the plaza.

The woman was still waiting outside the doorway as my stream of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen garb to the one I had worn in. I threw the new dress on, and looked around the room to see some splash of gain water on the walls and nighttime marks on the carpet of the story. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old wearing apparel with the new tag on a ledge and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the start of many day like it, I had tried to go back to other stores and just slip and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the same, there was something missing and I knew that trench down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the sight I had made in the store was ill-timed 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 retort in my life.

Over the yesteryear two yr I had visited hundred 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 fervor I felt at doing something so dirty and incorrect. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a world topographic point, but also the thrill and depravity I felt at making such a lousy mass, there was something so right about doing something that would make others scorn 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 hanker as I could so that my piss turned a lovely prosperous tincture, this of grade increased the flavour which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and professorship inside changing rooms, making sure as shooting I made as much mess as possible while I masturbated and relieve oneself. Each fourth dimension the adrenaline, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the genial button to orgasm as my hired man worked my pussy.

I still stole things it was very much a office of who I was at that point, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick vaulting horse, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friend and relatives for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how practically pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local news show story about all the computer memory I had been to, complaining about a in series shoplifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen goodness. The newsworthiness had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted hoi polloi to describe shady behavior as the brigand had racked up quite a cost. The Night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my habit for a piece. But as time wore on I could n't help but turn frustrated by my aching slit and the lack of excitement in my animation. I found that without the stimulation of the cheating turn 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 spectacular and lousy way possible to make up for workweek without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive fashion designer store today.

finish observing myself in the mirror I made sure my clothes were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over prison term as often it could be dodgy to untie and retie them. In training for today I had drunk as much water as I could stomach the night before and held onto it all forenoon, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the computer storage I was about gear up to burst.

With a wicked grinning I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side wall of the cubelike. With some attempt I lifted my legs and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my head with my shoulders and pep pill back supporting me on the basis. Deciding to try and take it slacken to add a picayune supernumerary anguish I began fondling the crimp of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in traffic circle. 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 script, dribbling down my eubstance onto my knocker as I relieved the massive pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to move my script out of the way and spread my pussycat lips to allow the torrent of dingy golden urine to shoot over my fountainhead and onto the other side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splatter. The strong sour, musky olfactory modality of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small room, several great splutter landing on my chest and I even managed to enamour a couple bead on my tongue. The tasting 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 golden gloss it was now the salty, off mix set my cunt aflame with new foreplay. As the watercourse began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my puss blocking the rest of the low watercourse and forcing it to drivel down onto me as a rubbed harder, slipping several finger's breadth into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could palpate a heat 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 dingy position and the mentation of being in such a public billet like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my legs wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic cloud nine, a light pant escaped my mouthpiece and my body banged against the paries a few time uncontrollably. Taking deep breaths I attempted to recover my calm, as I removed my manus and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellow wee-wee across by breasts and teasing myself as waving of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingers covered with my urine and succus, savoring the sweet, musky discernment of my kitty and the salty, sour penchant 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 dress to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer dress. Looking around the way I saw the absolute sight I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop cloth of golden fluid and a expectant pool was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the room access. Smiling to myself at the idea of one of the miserable cashier young woman having to clean up the lousy miss I had made. I tied up my fuzz and prepared to take the air out of the store, the trial by 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 store, gingerly placing my dampness old apparel on a display table. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud exclaiming of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the memory's cashiers opened the door to the changing elbow room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"full stop that woman, she 's pissed all over our store !"I began running towards the presence threshold as fast as i could, only a few feet before the threshold, a large imposing certificate guard appeared in front of me. His bombastic arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no avail. His blazonry felt as unanimous as bricks and I could n't untie them a bit. The the missy who had opened the change way room access caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to attach my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my wrists as my struggling forced it closed soused than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to bear in mind causing me discomfort.

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

"Oh wow your in hassle, and what 's that olfactory property ?"Replied the security precaution.

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

At that the certificate guard loosened his traction on me but held my hands tight behind my back."come this way, I 'm going to name the copper 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 safety device as he began pushing me towards the rear of the store towards what locked like an vacate store elbow room. He pushed me into the elbow room and locked the door. Everything was inkiness and I heard him calling the cops. I had no idea 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 pee when I was.

After a few moment the door to the computer storage room opened up the guard and the cashier female child 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 whole man 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 demand this stolen attire off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his large paw collided with my brass sending a loud wack sound through the way and bringing bout to my eyes.

"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 hired man met my impertinence even harder and I yelped out in pain.

After that I just started taking the wearing apparel off there was nil else for it, the through of being made to disrobe for this large, imposing man was shivery and humiliating in mode I had never imagined, I could n't facilitate but feel turned on, a illume tingle running through my soundbox and heating my privates as I removed my wearing apparel in front man of him and the female child still in the door. The dress fell to the story, revealing my naked body 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 quiver of going without. The guard duty whistled as I stepped out of the dress, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red face to blush to an even deeper tone of red.

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

The girl stepped out of the room access and into the elbow room locking the door behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the storey in its plaza. 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 instruct you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the apparel on the storey. His current was a nighttime gold almost to a John Brown and the sense of smell of urine was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier 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 position of the dress before unleashing a current of her own to the soaking pool that was now my wearing apparel. Her stream was a great deal lighter almost like water, which I am thankful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my frock, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. Being so exposed in front of two hoi polloi who wanted to torment and penalise me was exhilarating my body was shivering in expectation and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a hired man to my dripping pussy trying to be a as elusive as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first off ghost it was like lightning through my eubstance the build up of foreplay had grown so strong in the past few second that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the sharpness. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussycat and began roughly fucking myself my cunt well lubricated from all the past arousal and my electric current billet.

The guard was the for the first time to note my actions,"hey get a warhead of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The pee hit my chest splattering it's dark almost brown prosperous liquidness across my breasts, he aimed the current up to my face trying to get it in my mouthpiece and heart, as I squirmed trying to avert it but not daring to try and stick out after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fuck slut,"replied the teller miss finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my haircloth tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to lean my face into the sentry duty 's urine. At this point I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the beat and pace building up so much that it was unbearable, causing my body to become stiff and shake up as undulation of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of creature on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and break. Iit was so a good deal 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 intervention was finisher to that of a toilet.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my fuzz even harder, interrupting my blissful delight. I could n't help oneself but cry out in pain at the rough treatment, and as I did, the colored piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so stale and moody that it alone would of been adequate 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 oral cavity and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the foulness of it almost made me give up as I struggled to breath. The delight of my orgasm combining with the painful sensation of the girlfriend pulling my haircloth and me gasping for air was too practically, everything went black…

A few seconds later I awoke the taste of the guards stale piss still on my clapper, and my breathing spell still short circuit as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard was zipping up his bloomers as the cashier 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 way.

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

"We will just distinguish them we found he like this, who are they going to conceive the us the respectable employees of this shopping essence, or the ill-famed pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a circuitous smiling. With that the left the elbow room, locking me in the way and turning off the light, leaving me in near complete swarthiness to fumble with my wearing apparel. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold-blooded piddle. It was somewhat difficult to visualise out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the dusty wetness of it made me shiver, the smell of the stale, sour water from the guard overpowering the less virile donation of the cashier girl.

Wearing the garb was disgusting beyond feeling, but it was better than awaiting the constabulary stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards pee had almost made me throw up, the afoul odour of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and turn on things I had ever done. Each front I made resulting in a different parting of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet patches on the story and soaking me to my core with the golden stinking liquid I had spent so lots time spraying over wall and floors of stores. section of me was horrified at my situation but the eternal sleep of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my broken point yet, the stain and abasement I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most sensitive expanse and probing between my mouth. With my other hand I lifted the boundary of my frock to my nose inhaling deeply the foul odor of my capturer filth. Losing myself in the feeling and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to last a lifetime as I savored the mess I was in and, the mess hall that I myself was.

The doorway opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my point. Caught by surprise in my senseless state of joy, it took me a few sec to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first police ship's officer 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 arousal at the helplessness and abasement i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the place, if your who they say you are your in big hassle. Try not to mistake on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the low gear police officer. And with that we began walking .