As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my figure, my farseeing ramification, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather thin waistline and my perky C cup titty, with a foreland of yearn blonde hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a brusque neatly trimmed airstrip of public hair and already dripping in prediction of what was to come. My figure is Emily and I was 23, I had always liked the way I looked the kind of authoritative mantrap that men would gaze at if I walked past times.

The mirror was in the changing room of a high end couturier clothes store in a shopping center on the rich position of town. I had n't really paid attention to what the stores name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the Modern in a prospicient series 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 epinephrine of it is what I live for, the fear of getting caught, the increment in heartbeats whenever individual walk of life by the changing room. It was enough to labor me loony. But as time went on simply stealing was n't enough, my action got bolder and as I began exploring my soundbox in my younger days, so too did I explore my habits taking danger in public property and masturbating in the modification rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to encourage tone of exposure and depravity.

One such time about 2 long time ago, almost by complete accident I had discovered something that gave me even Thomas More of a thrill than stealing and masturbating. I had set out like normal, having had a great lunch, I set out to a fund within the shopping nerve centre, chosen something nice and set off towards the variety room. There was only one changing cubicle and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales young lady saw what i was wearing before I went in. My normal activities ensued as I stripped off taking my time and savoring the instant, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of photo as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger's breadth in a circle around my clit, I looked through a snap in the door at the people walking past the changing room, going about their day completely oblivious of the girl masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of apparel.

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

Looking out the quip in the door a heavy middle aged woman was approaching the change room, the sort of char 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 simple in from her hired man. This was the tightlipped I had gotten to a person in my lark, the idea of being discovered and the wrongness of what I was doing was sufficiency to make my hands work double metre, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping snatch. Stifling a groan, I felt fondness emanating from my fork as my body began to tremble and tingling in orgasmic bliss. It was at that gunpoint, my body at the elevation of pleasance, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in front of me so close to discovering me that, the air pressure in my bladder finally broke through. With all the star going through my body I could no longer keep open ascendence of it.

start a little squirt came out as I tried to halt the flow, but it was to no use, the little jet was joined by a second and a third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no approximation what to do I was bent-grass over raw, shaking from the best orgasm of my life and pissing all over the walls and carpet of the change room. All I could do was place upright there and wait for what felt like an eternity for the watercourse to end, I felt like crying, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and live than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the adult female outside would hear the decline of weewee and call the manager to check off, or look between the crack in the room access to see my shaking frame bent over pissing all over the place.

The woman was still waiting outside the door as my flow 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 sputtering of open weewee on the walls and dark print on the carpet of the storey. Rushing out of the change room I dropped off my old clothes with the new rag on a shelf and darted out of the computer memory 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 former shop and just slip 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 I had made in the storehouse was wrong and disgusting, it was the most exhilarating and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a full stop of no tax return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited one C of shop often visiting two or three a 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 dirty and wrong. I began not only craving the adrenaline and vulnerability I felt from being in such a world post, but also the thrill and turpitude I felt at making such a dirty mess, there was something so right field about doing something that would make others despise me as a disgusting creature bent on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as a great deal as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my weewee turned a pin-up favourable shade, this of path increased the smell which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on wall, mirrors and chairs inside changing rooms, making sure enough I made as much mess as potential while I masturbated and urinate. Each clock time the adrenaline, exposure and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my hired hand worked my kitty-cat.

I still stole things it was very much a division of who I was at that point, 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 friends 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 news storey about all the stock I had been to, complaining about a serial shoplifter who ruined computer memory changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen trade good. The news show had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted hoi polloi to report suspicious behavior as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The night I had seen the paper I had been frightened off of my habit for a piece. But as time wore on I could n't facilitate but become frustrated by my aching pussy and the want of hullabaloo in my life story. I found that without the stimulation of the soiled 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 pestiferous way possible to make up for hebdomad without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer storehouse today.

coating observing myself in the mirror I made surely my dress were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over metre as often it could be tricky to untie and retie them. In provision for today I had drunk as much water supply as I could endure the nighttime before and held onto it all morning, drinking some more before I set out, by the prison term I arrived at the store I was about set up to burst.

With a severe grin I sat on the primer coat, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side rampart of the cuboidal. With some travail I lifted my stage and ass up so that they rested on the wall above my heading with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the ground. Deciding to try and subscribe it slow to add a little spear carrier anguish I began fondling the plication of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clitoris in roach. 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 handwriting, dribbling down my eubstance onto my titty as I relieved the massive atmospheric pressure in my bladder. Soon I had to move my bridge player out of the way and spread my snatch brim to give up the pelter of gloomy gilt urine to shoot over my head and onto the other side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splattering. The impregnable sour, musky smell of the gilded fluid heightening my arousal as it sprayed across the small-scale room, several orotund splutter landing on my chest of drawers and I even managed to catch a couple drop-off on my clapper. 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 nighttime golden color it was now the salty, sourness mix set my pussy aflame with new rousing. As the stream began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my puss blocking the rest period of the low current and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a rubbed harder, slipping several fingers into my now piss lubricated snatch.

I could feel a heating plant rising through me as I fucked myself harder and faster with my hand. Covered in my own piss with the taste of it profound on my tongue I had never been in a soiled position and the mentation of being in such a populace space like this thrilled me to no end. My deal began trembling as my wooden leg wiggled and twitched as my body convulsed in orgasmic blissfulness, a spark pant escaped my mouth and my soundbox banged against the wall a few times uncontrollably. Taking deep breaths I attempted to regain my composure, as I removed my script and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed piss across by tit and teasing myself as moving ridge of warm pleasure emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my digit covered with my piss and succus, savoring the sweetness, musky mouthful of my pussy and the salty, sour taste of the weewee. I lay there for what felt similar 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 designer frock. Looking around the room I saw the absolute mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop-off of aureate fluid and a large puddle was seeping from the carpeting in the cubical out under the doorway. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the pathetic cashier girls having to clean 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 threshold and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my moistness old clothes on a display table. A pant of surprise, followed by a loud exclamation of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the memory board's cashiers opened the doorway to the changing elbow room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that woman, she 's pissed all over our fund !"I began running towards the front threshold as fast as i could, only a few animal foot before the room access, a large imposing security guard appeared in nominal head of me. His large arms wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get loose. But it was to no avail. His blazonry felt as solid as bricks and I could n't untie them a bit. The the female child who had opened the change room threshold caught up to us while I was struggling and began using a ziptie to bond my hands behind me. The ziptie bit into my articulatio radiocarpea as my struggling forced it closed mingy than it should of been, the girl did n't seem to beware causing me discomfort.

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

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

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

At that the security guard loosened his clutch on me but held my hands tight behind my back."semen this way, I 'm going to call the copper on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive garb off her. The copper will need it as evidence."Instructed the security guard as he began pushing me towards the rear of the computer memory towards what locked like an empty-bellied storehouse room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was pitch-black 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 piss when I was.

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

"The cops are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the tidings was talking about, if that 's true up your in a whole macrocosm of worry,"said the guard as he turned on a sparkle, walked into the way and began cutting the ziptie around my wrist.

"Now you are going to do what your told, and call for this stolen dress off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in front of you, you perv."I protested. One of his great custody collided with my cheek sending a tatty wack sound through the room and bringing tears to my eyes.

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

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

After that I just started taking the apparel off there was nothing else for it, the through of being made to strip for this large, imposing man was shivery and humiliating in elbow room I had never imagined, I could n't help but experience turned on, a light chill running through my soundbox and heating my fork as I removed my wearing apparel in front of him and the girl still in the door. The dress fell to the floor, revealing my naked body underneath. I had n't bothered exhausting scanty or a bra today knowing that they would just get left bottom and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and boot of going without. The sentry go 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 shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this frock and leave alone her old one on the level. I have an melodic theme to punish this dirty slut."Instructed the safety device to the cashier miss.

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

"Just a arcminute jade, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the clothes on the base. His stream was a drab atomic number 79 almost to a brown and the smell 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 skirt. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other side of the dress before unleashing a current of her own to the soaking pool that was now my dress. Her stream was lots lite almost like piddle, which I am grateful for as the apparel already smelled overpoweringly of piss.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my garb, the rousing I had felt earlier at having to peel for them grew. Being so exposed in front of two hoi polloi who wanted to frustrate and penalise me was exhilarating my body was shivering in anticipation and I could not moderate back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping kitty-cat trying to be a as insidious as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first tinge it was like lightning through my consistence the build up of arousal had grown so firm in the past few arcminute that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the edge. I quickly thrust two digit into my snatch and began roughly fucking myself my twat well lubricated from all the preceding stimulation and my flow situation.

The sentry go was the 1st to notice my natural action,"hey get a load of this adulteress shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking watercourse towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it's iniquity almost brown gilded liquid across my boob, he aimed the flow up to my facial expression 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 shag strumpet,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piss 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 guard 's water. At this point I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and tread edifice up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to turn stiff and shake up as wafture of joy assaulted me. I felt like some form of animal on show for these mass humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to roleplay with and smash. 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 avail but lavish in the moment, even if my treatment was closer to that of a stool.

"Open up bitch,"she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasance. I could n't help but cry out in pain at the crude treatment, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouthpiece, shooting straight down my throat. The sense of taste of it was so dusty and acidity that it alone would of been sufficiency to crap me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul taste sensation permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His urine tasted aught like my own and the foulness of it almost made me confuse up as I struggled to breath. The joy of my climax combining with the pain of the girl pulling my pilus and me gasping for air was too lots, everything went black…

A few secondment later I awoke the preference of the guards stale piss still on my knife, and my breath still little as I struggled to deplume myself together. The safety device was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

"Put your clothes on fornicatress, the cop will be here in any minute."Said the precaution kicking the soaking wet attire in my steering.

"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 estimable employees of this shopping nerve centre, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The sentry go 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 complete duskiness to fumble with my garb. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold urine. It was somewhat difficult to calculate out which face of the frock was what, and when it came to putting it on the stale wetness of it made me shudder, the smell of the stale, tartness piss from the guard overpowering the less potent contribution of the cashier fille.

Wearing the clothes 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 cruddy scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the dress drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most fill and bring up matter I had ever done. Each bm I made resulting in a different part of my body being hugged by the lousy garment, each shift leaving wet patches on the story and soaking me to my core with the golden stinking liquidity I had spent so much metre spraying over walls and floors of stores. Part of me was horrified at my billet but the rest of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my low-down stage yet, the vulgarism and abasement I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon enough my mitt started wandering back to my aching snatch. Rubbing my most sensitive region and probing between my mouth. With my former mitt I lifted the edge of my dress to my nozzle inhaling deeply the foul odor of my captor filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravity I lost track of fourth dimension my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the moment to last a life-time as I savored the mess I was in and, the pot that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to include two police officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my hands on my question. Caught by surprise in my forgetful State Department of joy, it took me a few irregular to abide by. As soon as I did handcuff clicked on my carpus and I was hauled up to my metrical unit. The 1st police officeholder started telling me my rights, 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 helplessness and humiliation i felt in that moment.

"We are taking you down to the station, if your who they say you are your in big difficulty. Try not to err on your muckle while we walk out to the car."said the first police officeholder. And with that we began walking .