As I looked in the mirror I appreciated my trope, my tenacious legs, a somewhat shapely but not fat ass, a rather dilute waist and my perky C cup breast, with a straits of foresightful blond hair to top it off. My pussy was adorned with a unretentive neatly trimmed airstrip of populace hair 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 beauty that men would stare at if I walked past times.

The mirror was in the changing way of a high end interior decorator dress store in a shopping center on the robust side of townspeople. I had n't really paid attending to what the fund name was only the expensive looking dress I saw in the window the tag on it read $ 960. This was the fresh in a long series of stores I had visited to steal from, a habit I had picked up as a young teen 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 heartbeats whenever someone walkway by the changing room. It was enough to push me half-baked. 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 younger days, so too did I explore my habit taking risk in public places and masturbating in the change rooms I stole from, my tastes branching out to boost flavor of picture 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 convention, having had a large lunch, I set out to a shop within the shopping nerve center, chosen something nice and set off towards the change elbow room. There was only one changing stall and I stepped in quickly making sure none of the sales missy saw what i was wearing before I went in. My convention activities ensued as I stripped off taking my sentence and savoring the here and now, the feeling of vulnerability and risk of vulnerability as I began touching myself. Stroking a finger in a circle around my clit, I looked through a offer in the threshold at the citizenry walking past the changing elbow room, going about their day completely oblivious of the girlfriend masturbating before she walked out with $ 120 with of wearing apparel.

I slowly began probing into my quickly moistening pussy, with two of my fingerbreadth working myself up to a associate musical rhythm. It was about then that I noticed how entire I felt, the repast I had before included a expectant coke and it had already made its way through my body. Not wanting to stimulate to barricade I ignored the rising tension in my bladder.

Looking out the cranny in the door a heavy middle aged fair sex was approaching the change room, the kind of charwoman who looks like she complains to the managing director at every opportunity. She walked up directly to my cubicle and knocked on the doorway, my face simple inches from her script. This was the closemouthed I had gotten to a someone in my escapades, the idea of being discovered and the inappropriateness of what I was doing was enough to make my manpower work double time, quickly and roughly thrusting into and out of my dripping snatch. Stifling a moan, I felt affectionateness emanating from my genital organ as my body began to tremble and tingling in orgasmic bliss. It was at that point, my dead body at the pinnacle of pleasure, with a grouchy looking woman standing almost in forepart of me so close to discovering me that, the pressure in my vesica finally broke through. With all the sensations going through my body I could no longer go along ascendency of it.

beginning a little squirt came out as I tried to staunch the flow, but it was to no use, the little pip-squeak was joined by a irregular and a one-third and suddenly it was a stream. I had no estimate what to do I was hang over naked, shaking from the best orgasm of my life and pissing all over the rampart and carpet of the alteration elbow room. All I could do was stick out there and hold back for what felt like an eternity for the stream to end, I felt like rallying cry, I felt like running, I felt more vulnerable and alive than I had ever been. Surely at any moment the woman outside would hear the decline of water and call the managing director to check out, or look between the crack in the door to see my shaking cast bent over pissing all over the post.

The cleaning woman 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 apparel on, and looked around the room to see some spatter of clear weewee on the walls and dreary cross on the carpeting of the floor. Rushing out of the change way 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 stores 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 slew I had made in the store was improper and disgusting, it was the most exhilarate and humiliating thing I had ever done, and I craved more. I had passed a detail of no return in my life.

Over the past two years I had visited hundreds of shop often visiting two or three a week, pissing in every change way I could. I could n't get enough of the thrill and fervour I felt at doing something so dirty and wrong. I began not only craving the Adrenalin and vulnerability I felt from being in such a public position, but also the shudder and depravity I felt at making such a smutty mass, there was something so right about doing something that would make believe others despise me as a disgusting animal set on masturbating in her own filth.

I began drinking as much as I could before my shopping trips, often holding onto it for as long as I could so that my water turned a lovely gilt spectre, this of course increased the smell which only heightened how dirty I felt. I had pissed on rampart, mirrors and chairs inside changing rooms, making trusted I made as a lot mess as possible while I masturbated and urinated. Each clock time the epinephrine, vulnerability and deprivation of the act giving me the mental push to orgasm as my hands worked my kitty.

I still stole things it was very much a part of who I was at that peak, not that I needed the clothes. Some I kept, some I sold online for a agile Pearl Sydenstricker Buck, or to pay rent and such and some I gifted to friends and relatives for birthday and such. No one the wiser of how I had acquired them or how much delight it brought me to do so.

Recently there had even been a topical anesthetic tidings chronicle about all the depot I had been to, complaining about a series shoplifter who ruined computer storage changing rooms by urinating all over them and left with stolen goodness. The newsworthiness had dubbed the thief the pee bandit and had alerted multitude to describe wary demeanour as the bandit had racked up quite a cost. The night I had seen the report I had been frightened off of my wont for a piece. But as prison term wore on I could n't help but suit frustrated by my aching pussy and the deficiency of excitement in my lifespan. I found that without the stimulation of the marked-up routine 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 draw up for calendar week without. That 's how I found myself to be in the expensive designer stock today.

coating observing myself in the mirror I made sure as shooting my clothes were set aside and swapped the tags early, a lesson I had learned over time as often it could be tricky to loosen and retie them. In preparation for today I had drunk as practically body of water as I could stand the night before and held onto it all aurora, drinking some more before I set out, by the fourth dimension I arrived at the store I was about ready to burst.

With a implike smiling I sat on the ground, hurriedly scooching my butt to the side of meat wall of the cubical. With some effort I lifted my stage and ass up so that they rested on the bulwark above my pass with my shoulders and upper back supporting me on the footing. Deciding to try and demand it slow to add a piddling extra torture I began fondling the sheepfold of my pussy, spreading them apart and lightly rubbing my clit in rotary. 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 pissing began in spurt as it collided with my hand, dribbling down my soundbox onto my breasts as I relieved the massive pressure sensation in my bladder. Soon I had to move my deal out of the way and pass around my pussy lips to tolerate the torrent of dark-skinned aureate urine to shoot over my capitulum and onto the former side wall of the cubical in a somewhat loud splash. The strong sour, musky smell of the gold fluid heightening my foreplay as it sprayed across the minuscule room, various gravid spattering landing on my bureau and I even managed to overtake a couple 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 nighttime golden color it was now the salty, sour mix set my slit aflame with new rousing. As the watercourse began subsiding I began furiously rubbing my twat blocking the rest of the low flow and forcing it to dribble down onto me as a scratch harder, slipping several fingers into my now piss lubricated cunt.

I could find a heat rising through me as I fucked myself heavily and faster with my hand. Covered in my own piss with the preference of it heavy on my tongue I had never been in a dirtier position and the persuasion of being in such a world place 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 lightness gasp escaped my sassing and my body banged against the bulwark a few prison term uncontrollably. Taking deep breaths I attempted to retrieve my equanimity, as I removed my deal and began rubbing my chest spreading the yellowed urinate across by boob and teasing myself as waves of warm joy emanated from my crotch. I began licking off my finger's breadth covered with my piddle and juices, savoring the sweet, musky perceptiveness of my puss and the salty, sour taste 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 clothes to dry myself off I quickly put on the new stolen designer dress. Looking around the elbow room I saw the out-and-out flock I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drop-off of golden fluid and a declamatory pool was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the door. Smiling to myself at the persuasion of one of the pathetic cashier girls having to scavenge up the dirty young lady I had made. I tied up my haircloth and prepared to walk out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to leave alone with the stolen dress.

I opened the doorway and began making my way out of the store, gingerly placing my damp old clothes on a presentation board. A gasp of surprise, followed by a loud ecphonesis of"ewww !"Sounded behind me as one of the memory board's teller opened the doorway to the changing room I had just left. She turned around and pointed towards me shouting"stop that woman, she 's pissed all over our entrepot !"I began running towards the front door as fast as i could, only a few feet before the door, a bombastic imposing security department guard duty appeared in presence of me. His tumid sleeve wrapped around me and I struggled and thrashed to try and get escaped. But it was to no avail. His blazonry felt as substantial as bricks and I could n't relax 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 slopped than it should of been, the lady friend did n't seem to beware 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 flavour ?"Replied the surety guard.

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

At that the security measures guard loosened his bag on me but held my hands tight behind my rachis."Come this way, I 'm going to name the cops on this one. Find the clothes she walked in with so you can get this expensive dress off her. The cops will postulate it as evidence."Instructed the security system guard as he began pushing me towards the back of the store towards what locked like an empty memory board room. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. Everything was disastrous and I heard him calling the cops. I had no idea what had just happened, never in my sprightliness 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 mo the door to the storage elbow room opened up the guard and the teller girl were standing there.

"The fuzz are on their way, they have informed us that you may be the pee bandit the tidings was talking about, if that 's confessedly your in a whole worldly concern of hassle,"said the guard as he turned on a Inner Light, walked into the room and began cutting the ziptie around my wrists.

"Now you are going to do what your told, and take this stolen garb off,"he continued on.

"What no I'm not stripping in figurehead of you, you perv."I protested. One of his tumid hands collided with my cheek sending a aloud wack audio through the room and bringing tears to my eyes.

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

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

After that I just started taking the frock off there was nothing else for it, the through of being made to uncase for this big, imposing man was scary and humiliating in ways I had never imagined, I could n't assist but feel turned on, a light frisson running through my trunk and heating my genital organ as I removed my clothes in front of him and the girl still in the doorway. The attire fell to the trading floor, revealing my naked body underneath. I had n't bothered wearing panties or a bra today knowing that they would just get left buns and, even then I enjoyed the freedom and thrill of going without. The safety whistled as I stepped out of the clothes, adding to my humiliation and causing my already stinging red buttock to blush to an even deeper shade of red.

"Hey come pick up this wearing apparel and go away her old one on the floor. I have an idea to penalize this filthy slut."Instructed the safety to the cashier girl.

The girl stepped out of the doorway 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 floor in its billet. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the safety grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees.

"Just a bit slut, first I'm going to teach you a lesson."He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His watercourse was a disconsolate gold almost to a Robert 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 panty from underneath her wench. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other English of the dress before unleashing a flow of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my wearing apparel. Her stream was very much clean almost like water, which I am thankful for as the frock already smelled overpoweringly of weewee.

As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my dress, the rousing I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. beingness so exposed in front of two people who wanted to torment and punish me was exhilarating my trunk was shivering in anticipation and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a bridge player to my dripping kitty-cat trying to be a as pernicious as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first touch it was like lightning through my body the build up of arousal had grown so strong in the retiring few bit that barely touching myself was almost enough to convey me to the border. I quickly thrust two fingers into my twat and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my current place.

The guard was the initiative to acknowledge my military action,"hey get a cargo of this slut shes getting off on this."He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my thorax splattering it's darkness almost brown favourable liquid across my boob, he aimed the watercourse up to my typeface trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and support after he had hit me earlier..

"What a nookie slut,"replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the apparel and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to slant my grimace into the guard 's piss. At this pointedness I could n't take it, my fingers working my dripping snatch like never before, the round and tempo building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become stiff and shake as Wave of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some variety of animal on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to work with and deflower. Iit was so very 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 here and now, even if my treatment was closer to that of a toilet.

"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 rough discussion, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my pharynx. The taste of it was so cold and morose 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 mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted zero like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the painful sensation of the fille pulling my tomentum and me gasping for air was too a good deal, everything went black…

A few secondment later I awoke the taste of the guards stale piss still on my natural language, and my breathing time still brusque as I struggled to pull myself together. The safety was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me.

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

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

"We will just tell them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the goodish employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee brigand, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss."The guard duty replied with a devious grin. With that the left the elbow room, locking me in the room and turning off the spark, leaving me in near unadulterated darkness to mess up with my apparel. My dress that was now soaked to the core with their now cold urine. It was somewhat difficult 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 smell of the stale, dour water from the guard overpowering the less stiff share of the cashier girl.

Wearing the attire was disgusting beyond notion, but it was better than awaiting the constabulary stark naked. Despite how the mouthful of the guards urine had almost made me throw up, the repellant scent of it was deeply arousing. Wearing the apparel drenched in their piss was quickly becoming one of the most satisfy and energize things I had ever done. Each movement I made resulting in a dissimilar part of my organic structure being hugged by the filthy garment, each chemise leaving wet patches on the story and soaking me to my core with the favourable stinking liquid I had spent so much prison term spraying over walls and storey of stores. parting of me was horrified at my situation but the relaxation of me craved more. Even though this was undoubtedly my last-place item yet, the skank and humiliation I felt only fueled my desire for more. Soon enough my paw started wandering back to my aching kidnapping. Rubbing my most sensitive areas and probing between my lips. With my other hand I lifted the edge of my apparel to my horn in inhaling deeply the clog up odor of my captors filth. Losing myself in the smell and desire of my depravation I lost track of time my mind distant as I pleasured myself, willing the import to finale a lifetime as I savored the mass I was in and, the mess that I myself was.

The door opened abruptly to admit two police officers. Barely hesitating a second they instructed me to lie face down with my manpower on my head. Caught by surprise in my mindless State Department of pleasure, it took me a few second gear to comply. As soon as I did cuff clicked on my wrists and I was hauled up to my feet. The first base police officer started telling me my right hand, 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 weakness 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 problem. Try not to slip on your mess while we walk out to the car."said the first law ship's officer. And with that we began walking .