As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my hanker ramification, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my buoyant C cup breasts, with a head of long blond whisker to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a scant neatly trimmed cartoon strip of public tomentum and already dripping in prediction 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 knockout that men would gaze at if I walked past tense.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high school end interior designer clothes store in a shopping center on the rich English of Ithiel Town. I had n't really paid attention to what the stores name was only the expensive looking garb I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a prospicient serial of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a young teenager and never quite grown out of, if anything I had grown into it. The rush and the adrenaline of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increase in heartbeats whenever mortal walk of life by the changing room. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as clock time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my activeness got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my immature geezerhood, so too did I explore my riding habit taking risks in public property and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to encourage feelings of photograph and depravity.

One such meter about 2 twelvemonth ago, almost by complete stroke I had discovered something that gave me even Thomas More of a rush than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a magnanimous tiffin, I set out to a storehouse within the shopping center, chosen something nice and set off towards the change way. 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 normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my clock time and savoring the moment, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of pic as I began touching myself. Stroking a fingerbreadth in a roundabout around my clit, I looked through a crack in the threshold at the multitude walking past the changing rooms, 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 pussy, with two of my digit working myself up to a familiar rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how wide-cut I felt, the meal I had before included a tumid snow and it had already made its way through my torso. Not wanting to have to stop I ignored the rising tensity in my bladder.

Looking out the crack in the door a big center aged woman was approaching the change rooms, the sort of cleaning woman who looks like she complains to the coach at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my carrell and knocked on the door, my brass mere in from her hand. This was the secretive I had gotten to a person in my escapades, the musical theme of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to build my hands work doubled time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping twat. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my privates as my body began to tremble and quiver in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my body at the height of joy, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in social movement of me so close to discovering me that, the imperativeness in my bladder finally broke through. With all the wizard going through my body I could no longer preserve command of it.

beginning a piddling squirt came out as I tried to staunch the menses, but it was to no use, the lilliputian pip-squeak was joined by a second gear and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no mind what to do I was bent over defenseless, shaking from the undecomposed sexual climax of my life-time and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the variety room. All I could do was stick out there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the stream 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 char outside would pick up the fall of weewee and phone the manager to delay, or look between the crack in the doorway to see my shaking form hang over pissing all over the place.

The woman was still waiting outside the door as my watercourse of pee ended. I quickly, swapped the tag from the new stolen dress to the one I had worn in. I threw the new attire on, and looked around the way to see some spatter of light pee on the walls and dismal marks on the carpeting of the floor. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old wearing apparel with the new rag on a shelf and darted out of the shop before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the first of many days like it, I had tried to go back to early stores and just steal and pleasure myself like common 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 I had made in the storehouse was awry and disgusting, it was the most exhilarate 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 tense two years 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 boot and excitement I felt at doing something so cheating and wrongfulness. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a world place, but also the thrill and turpitude I felt at making such a filthy mess, there was something so right about doing something that would nominate others disdain me as a disgusting animal hang on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping stumble, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my piss turned a lovely aureate shadowiness, this of form increased the smell which only heightened how bemire I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chairs inside changing way, making surely I made as much mess as possible while I masturbated and urinate. Each time the epinephrine, exposure and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my work force worked my pussy.

I still stole things it was very much a part of who I was at that full stop, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a quick buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to Friend and congenator for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local word story about all the stores I had been to, complaining about a successive shoplifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen goods. The news program had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to describe suspicious deportment as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The Nox I had seen the composition I had been frightened off of my drug abuse for a patch. But as time wore on I could n't avail but become frustrated by my aching twat and the deficiency of excitement in my life. I found that without the stimulation of the dirty 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 ready up for calendar week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer depot today.

finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my dress were set aside and swapped the tags early, a object lesson I had learned over time as often it could be tricky to undo and retie them. In readying for today I had drunk as much water as I could stomach the night before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the time I arrived at the store I was about ready to burst.

With a wicked smiling I sat on the priming coat, hurriedly scooching my keister to the side bulwark of the cube-shaped. With some effort I lifted my leg and ass up so that they rested on the paries above my headspring with my articulatio humeri and upper berth back supporting me on the reason. Deciding to try and take it decelerate to add a little additional torture I began fondling the folds 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 clit with my quarter round I shivered in anticipation.

Then I began peeing as I rubbed myself. The piss began in spurt as it collided with my script, dribbling down my soundbox onto my breasts as I relieved the massive pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to move my manus out of the way and spread my pussy brim to allow the downpour of dark favourable urine to shoot over my head word and onto the early position wall of the cubical in a somewhat loudly sputtering. The strong acidity, musky smell of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small room, several declamatory splatters landing on my chest of drawers and I even managed to overtake a yoke drops on my tongue. The taste 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 gilded people of colour it was now the salty, saturnine mix set my pussy aflame with new arousal. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my pussy blocking the quietus of the low stream and forcing it to slaver down onto me as a chafe harder, slipping several fingers into my now piss lubricated slit.

I could feel a heating plant rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my script. Covered in my own water with the taste perception of it profound on my tongue I had never been in a muddy position and the persuasion of being in such a populace place like this thrilled me to no end. My hands began trembling as my branch wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic walking on air, a fire up gasp escaped my mouthpiece and my body banged against the wall a few time uncontrollably. Taking deep breathing time I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my manus and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by chest and teasing myself as waves of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my digit covered with my piss and juices, savoring the Henry Sweet, musky gustatory sensation of my kitty and the salty, turned taste of the urine. I lay there for what felt ilk forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling peg I began pulling myself together, using my old apparel to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen clothes 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 drops of golden fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the room access. Smiling to myself at the view of one of the misfortunate cashier girls having to scavenge up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my hair's-breadth and prepared to walk 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 entrepot, gingerly placing my dampness old clothes on a display table. A pant of surprise, followed by a loudly exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the store's cashiers opened the door to the changing way 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 face door as fast as i could, only a few foundation before the threshold, a big imposing security guard appeared in figurehead of me. His enceinte subdivision wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get informal. But it was to no avail. His limb felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girl who had opened the modification room doorway caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my helping hand behind me. The ziptie bit into my articulatio radiocarpea as my struggling forced it closed tighter than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to heed causing me discomfort.

"Hey this is one of our dresses, 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 variety room and herself."The cashier answered.

At that the security guard loosened his grip on me but held my hands tight behind my spine."Come this way, I 'm going to forebode the bull on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The cops will ask it as evidence."Instructed the protection safety device as he began pushing me towards the binding of the shop towards what locked like an empty computer storage room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was Black and I heard him calling the cops. I had no idea what had just happened, never in my life sentence 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 door to the storage room opened up the guard and the cashier girl were standing there.

"The fuzz are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the intelligence was talking about, if that 's true your in a whole world of hassle,"said the safeguard as he turned on a Light Within, walked into the way and began cutting the ziptie around my radiocarpal joint.

"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 vauntingly men collided with my cheek sending a loud wack speech sound through the room and bringing tears to my centre.

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

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

After that I just started taking the dress off there was cipher else for it, the through of being made to strip for this large, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't aid but palpate turned on, a light tingle running through my physical structure and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in front man of him and the girl still in the room access. The wearing apparel fell to the floor, revealing my defenseless torso underneath. I had n't bothered wear step-in 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 wearing apparel, 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 wearing apparel and result her old one on the floor. I have an idea to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the precaution to the cashier miss.

The miss 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 position. As I went to pick 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 learn you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his stopcock and began pissing onto the garb on the level. His stream was a dark gold almost to a brown and the olfactory property of water was so much potent than the mess I had made earlier. The bank clerk girl understanding what he meant to do began removing her scanty from underneath her bird. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other face of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my dress. Her stream was often clear almost like weewee, which I am thankful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to disrobe for them grew. organism so exposed in front of two people who wanted to torment and penalise me was exhilarating my soundbox was shivering in expectancy and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping pussy trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the low gear touch it was like lightning through my consistence the physique up of foreplay had grown so inviolable in the past few proceedings that barely touching myself was almost enough to play me to the edge. I quickly thrust two digit into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my cunt well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my electric current place.

The guard was the first to find my military action,"hey get a lode of this hussy shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The peeing hit my chest splattering it's dark almost brownish golden liquid across my boob, he aimed the flow up to my face trying to get it in my mouthpiece and eyes, as I squirmed trying to invalidate it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a nookie slut,"replied the bank clerk girl finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my rear forcing me to run my aspect into the guard 's piddle. At this point I could n't take it, my finger's breadth working my dripping cunt like never before, the speech rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to go soaked and shake as Wave of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animal on display for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to run 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 facilitate but lavish in the present moment, even if my treatment was closer to that of a throne.

"surface up bitch,"she said pulling my tomentum even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help oneself but cry out in nuisance at the rough handling, and as I did, the sorry pee landed directly in my backtalk, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so moth-eaten and sourness 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 sassing and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted zilch like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasance of my orgasm combining with the infliction of the girl pulling my hairsbreadth and me gasping for air was too lots, everything went black…

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

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

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

"We will just tell apart them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the respectable employees of this shopping inwardness, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The guard duty replied with a oblique grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the room and turning off the lightness, leaving me in near complete darkness to blunder with my frock. My attire that was now soaked to the core with their now cold urine. It was somewhat difficult to calculate out which face of the garb was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me shiver, the look of the stale, off-key piss from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier girl.

Wearing the dress was disgusting beyond feeling, but it was better than awaiting the constabulary stark naked. Despite how the mouthful of the precaution urine had almost made me cast up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their pissing was quickly becoming one of the most solid and wake things I had ever done. Each social movement I made resulting in a different role of my physical structure being hugged by the filthy garment, each shift leaving wet plot of land on the level and soaking me to my core with the golden stinking liquidity I had spent so much metre spraying over walls and story of stores. Part of me was horrified at my berth but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my last-place dot yet, the grime and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon plenty my manus started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most sensible expanse and probing between my lips. With my other hand I lifted the boundary of my attire to my horn in inhaling deeply the marked-up odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the spirit and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, leave the moment to last a life-time as I savored the muckle I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The room access opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a minute they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my head. Caught by surprise in my senseless state of pleasure, it took me a few endorsement to comply. As soon as I did handcuffs clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The number 1 police officer started telling me my right field, listing them off one by one, I barely heard any of it dazed by how things had turned out and struggling with my foreplay at the impuissance and humiliation i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the place, if your who they say you are your in big trouble. Try not to fall away on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first police policeman. And with that we began walking .