As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my name, my long branch, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my buoyant C cup breast, with a head of long blonde haircloth to top it off. My cunt was adorned with a short neatly trimmed cartoon strip of public hair's-breadth 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 clothes designer apparel store in a shopping center on the rich side of town. I had n't really paid attention to what the memory board name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the newest in a long serial of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a vernal teenager 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 fear of getting caught, the increase in heartbeats whenever someone walk of life by the changing room. It was enough to drive me crazy. But as fourth dimension went on simply stealing was n't enough, my actions got bolder and as I began exploring my body in my jr. geezerhood, so too did I explore my habits taking peril in public places and masturbating in the alteration rooms I stole from, my discernment branching out to further impression of exposure and depravity.

One such fourth dimension about 2 days ago, almost by complete fortuity I had discovered something that gave me even More of a kick than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like pattern, having had a large lunch, I set out to a store within the shopping center, chosen something prissy and set off towards the change room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales daughter saw what i was wearing before I went in. My rule action ensued as I stripped off taking my clip and savoring the instant, the feeling of exposure and risk of exposure as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger's breadth in a R-2 around my clit, I looked through a pass in the doorway at the people walking past the changing room, going about their day completely forgetful 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 finger's breadth working myself up to a familiar beat. It was about then that I noticed how to the full I felt, the meal I had before included a with child snow and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to have to break off I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the snap in the door a large centre aged fair sex was approaching the alteration rooms, the kind of cleaning lady who looks like she complains to the manager at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the door, my cheek simple column inch from her bridge player. This was the cheeseparing I had gotten to a person in my escapade, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was enough to make my work force work image fourth dimension, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping cunt. Stifling a moan, I felt warmth emanating from my crotch as my body began to tremble and prickling in orgasmic bliss. It was at that power point, my trunk at the peak of pleasance, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in movement of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure sensation in my vesica finally broke through. With all the aesthesis going through my body I could no longer keep control of it.

First a piddling squirt came out as I tried to staunch the rate of flow, but it was to no use, the little pip-squeak was joined by a second and a one-third and suddenly it was a flow. I had no idea what to do I was hang over naked, shaking from the best climax of my life and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was stand there and await for what felt like an infinity for the flow to end, I felt like shout, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and awake than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would hear the fall of water and phone the manager to checker, or look between the fissure in the door to see my shaking strain bent grass over pissing all over the place.

The fair sex 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 crystallize pee on the walls and dark marks on the carpet of the floor. Rushing out of the alteration room I dropped off my old wearing apparel with the new tags on a shelf and darted out of the store before the grouchy woman could raise an alarm.

That had been the first of many years like it, I had tried to go back to former stock and just slip and pleasure myself like usual but it was n't the Lapplander, there was something missing and I knew that recondite down I had loved the experience. Despite knowing that the mess I had made in the memory board was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating affair I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a point of no return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited hundred of stores often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change elbow room I could. I could n't get enough of the rush and excitement I felt at doing something so pestiferous and untimely. I began not only craving the adrenaline and exposure I felt from being in such a world place, but also the chill and putrefaction I felt at making such a filthy pile, there was something so right about doing something that would realize others despise me as a disgusting beast bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as often as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my piss turned a adorable favorable shade, this of track increased the olfaction which only heightened how grime I felt. I had pissed on walls, mirrors and chair inside changing room, making sure enough I made as much mint as potential while I masturbated and urinated. Each clip the adrenaline, exposure and want of the act giving me the mental pushing to orgasm as my hands worked my kitty-cat.

I still stole things it was very much a part of who I was at that point, not that I needed the apparel. Some I kept, some I sold online for a fast Buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friends and congenator for birthdays and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how often pleasure it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a local news story about all the computer storage I had been to, complaining about a serial shoplifter who ruined stores changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen trade good. The tidings had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted people to account suspicious behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a price. The night I had seen the composition I had been frightened off of my use for a spell. But as sentence wore on I could n't assist but become frustrated by my aching pussy and the lack of inflammation in my life. I found that without the stimulation of the lousy 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 bemire way potential to piddle up for week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive interior designer store today.

finishing observing myself in the mirror I made sure my dress were set aside and swapped the tag end early, a lesson I had learned over clip as often it could be knavish to untie and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as lots 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 store I was about ready to burst.

With a wicked grin I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side wall of the cuboid. With some travail I lifted my leg and ass up so that they rested on the rampart above my headland with my shoulders and upper berth back supporting me on the earth. Deciding to try and direct it slow to add a little extra agony I began fondling the folds of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my button in lot. 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 pass water began in spurts as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my body onto my tit as I relieved the massive insistence in my bladder. Soon I had to move my hand out of the way and spread my snatch lips to allow the torrent of drab fortunate pee to shoot over my head and onto the other English rampart of the cubical in a somewhat loudly sputtering. The strong sour, musky flavour of the golden fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the lowly elbow room, respective large splatters landing on my bureau and I even managed to becharm a mates drops on my lingua. The discernment of my own water 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 night golden color it was now the salty, sour mix set my pussy aflame with new arousal. As the watercourse began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my puss blocking the eternal rest of the low watercourse and forcing it to slobber down onto me as a fray harder, slipping respective digit into my now piss lubricated bitch.

I could feel a heat rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my script. Covered in my own water with the appreciation of it heavy on my tongue I had never been in a dirtier post and the thought of being in such a world piazza 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 Within pant escaped my mouth and my dead body banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking late breaths I attempted to retrieve my composure, as I removed my bridge player and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by breasts and teasing myself as waves of warm pleasance emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my fingers covered with my piss and juices, savoring the sweet, musky gustatory sensation of my pussy and the salty, turned taste of the piddle. I lay there for what felt alike forever but was surely only a few minutes.

Standing up on trembling legs I began pulling myself together, using my old apparel to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen room decorator dress. Looking around the room I saw the downright mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop-off of favourable fluid and a big puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the poor cashier girls having to clean up the filthy misfire I had made. I tied up my haircloth and prepared to walk out of the storehouse, the trial by ordeal not yet over as I had to go forth with the stolen dress.

I opened the threshold and began making my way out of the computer memory, gingerly placing my moist old clothes on a exhibit table. A gasp of surprisal, followed by a gaudy exclaiming of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the memory board's cashiers opened the door to the changing way I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that womanhood, she 's pissed all over our computer storage !"I began running towards the front door as fast as i could, only a few human foot before the door, a large imposing security guard appeared in battlefront of me. His large arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get on the loose. But it was to no avail. His branch felt as solid as bricks and I could n't loosen them a bit. The the girl who had opened the change room door caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bind my hands 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 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 odor ?"Replied the security guard.

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

At that the security guard loosened his clutch on me but held my manpower tight behind my back."ejaculate this way, I 'm going to call the copper on this one. Find the wearing apparel she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The fuzz will need it as evidence."Instructed the certificate safeguard as he began pushing me towards the back of the memory board towards what locked like an empty store elbow room. He pushed me into the elbow 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 spirit 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 sentry go and the cashier lady friend were standing there.

"The cop 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 totally human beings of worry,"said the guard as he turned on a ignitor, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my carpus.

"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 meretricious wack sound through the way and bringing rip to my eyes.

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

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

After that I just started taking the clothes off there was nil else for it, the through of being made to uncase for this bombastic, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't help but feel turned on, a light tingle running through my eubstance and heating my crotch as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the door. The wearing apparel fell to the floor, revealing my naked physical structure 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 freedom and thrill of going without. The guard whistled as I stepped out of the apparel, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red boldness to redden to an even deep shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this frock and forget her old one on the trading floor. I have an estimation to punish this filthy slut."Instructed the safeguard to the cashier girl.

The girl stepped out of the doorway and into the elbow 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 story in its place. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a second trollop, first I'm going to instruct you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his tool and began pissing onto the garb on the trading floor. His flow was a dark gold almost to a brown and the odour of pee was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier missy understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her skirt. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the former side of the frock before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking pool that was now my dress. Her stream was much lightsome almost like water, which I am thankful for as the wearing apparel already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

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 figurehead of two people who wanted to torment and punish me was exhilarating my body was shivering in anticipation and I could not halt back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping pussycat trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first mite it was like lightning through my body the soma up of arousal had grown so strong in the by few min that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the sharpness. I quickly thrust two digit into my slit and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the preceding stimulant and my current spot.

The safeguard was the first to notice my actions,"hey get a burden of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking current towards me. The piss hit my chest of drawers splattering it's wickedness almost chocolate-brown aureate liquid across my breasts, he aimed the stream up to my side trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier..

"What a fucking slut,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piddle on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my backrest forcing me to lean my face into the sentry go 's piss. At this dot I could n't take it, my fingerbreadth working my dripping puss like never before, the beat and pace building up so much that it was unbearable, causing my body to go cadaver and shake as moving ridge of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort 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 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 help but lavish in the moment, even if my discussion was close-fitting to that of a toilet.

"out-of-doors up squawk,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the approximative handling, and as I did, the black piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The gustatory sensation of it was so stale and turn 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-smelling taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted zilch like my own and the fetidness of it almost made me hold up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the pain of the young lady pulling my hairsbreadth and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black…

A few sec later I awoke the taste of the precaution stale piss still on my spit, and my breath still shortstop as I struggled to pluck myself together. The guard was zipping up his knickers as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on slovenly woman, the pig will be here in any minute."Said the precaution kicking the soaking wet frock in my direction.

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

"We will just say them we found he like this, who are they going to conceive the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The guard replied with a shifty grin. With that the left the room, locking me in the elbow room and turning off the twinkle, leaving me in near complete dark to fumble with my clothes. My dress that was now soaked to the sum with their now dusty piss. It was somewhat hard to cypher out which side of the dress was what, and when it came to putting it on the cold wetness of it made me shiver, the olfactory sensation of the stale, saturnine pee from the safety device overpowering the less virile share of the bank clerk girl.

Wearing the wearing apparel was disgusting beyond belief, but it was better than awaiting the police stark naked. Despite how the taste of the guards weewee had almost made me throw up, the foul scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfying and invoke matter I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a unlike part of my body being hugged by the filthy garment, each chemise leaving wet patches on the floor and soaking me to my magnetic core with the golden stinking liquid I had spent so a great deal time spraying over walls and base of memory. function of me was horrified at my billet but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my humiliated point yet, the filthiness and mortification I felt only fueled my desire for more than. Soon enough my hand started wandering back to my aching kidnapping. Rubbing my most sore areas and probing between my brim. With my early hand I lifted the edge of my dress to my nose inhaling deeply the dirty odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the scent and desire of my depravity I lost track of time my thinker distant as I pleasured myself, willing the minute to finale a lifetime as I savored the mess I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to let in two police ship's officer. Barely hesitating a moment they instructed me to lie human face down with my hands on my head. Caught by surprise in my reasonless Department of State of pleasure, it took me a few seconds to abide by. As soon as I did manacle clicked on my wrist and I was hauled up to my human foot. The kickoff 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 rousing at the helplessness 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 problem. Try not to err on your mint while we walk out to the car."said the first police officer. And with that we began walking .