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Pushing The Limits- Part 5 free porn video
Hey guys! I'm back after a long hiatus....sorry for disappearing but
yes..this story is still very much alive. Here is an update. It's a bit
longer this time around. Enjoy!
Chapter 5: Work Hard, Play Hard
"I....I think I wanna be Little Bow Peep tonight," he said with a
giggle.
As soon as he said the words, though, he realized how high pitched his
voice had sounded. It definitely wasn't intentional on his part- it
actually felt natural. But still, it wasn't something that he was
entirely comfortable with.
"Good choice," Savannah responded with a grin, as she handed him the
panties. "Now hurry up...you have one minute left."
Evan nodded quickly, just as eager to change so he could escape. The
whole situation made him feel so...timid, helpless.
"Uhh...do you mind?" he asked, giving her a nervous smile as he motioned
for her to turn around so he could have a moment of privacy to change
and maintain at least some dignity.
"One minute," she reminded him, as she headed back out towards the
fitting room entrance to wait. "And one more thing- no belt. For now.
But the catch is you will have to wear the matching bra with those."
Evan raised an eyebrow at her comment, genuinely perplexed at what that
meant. And excited. As he turned his attention back to his lower half,
he didn't even want to touch the red plaid pair now- despite the fact
that they were only soiled by his own juices. Instead, he simply let
them fall to the floor of the dressing room, as he pulled on the fresh
new pair. Evan quickly glanced at his reflection, admiring how cute they
were before pulling his jeans up.
"Umm...key please?" Savannah demanded, her voice just above a whisper,
as Evan walked past her on his way out.
Evan quickly pulled the key out of his jeans pocket and handed it over,
trying to be stealthy as possible.
"I should make you clean up your own mess," she said in a tone that
sounded more playful than upset, as she reentered the fitting room area
and made her way over to the stall that Evan had occupied.
For the next hour or so, Evan worked diligently in the stockroom, making
sure all of the items were sorted and folded. Suddenly, Savannah came to
the door.
"Time for your break...and your bra fitting," she said with a giggle.
Evan raised an eyebrow. He was definitely curious what she was up to
now.
"This is the smallest size we have...32A," Savannah told him, as she
handed over a white demi cupped bra with pink lace that matched
perfectly with the panties Evan currently had on. "...So it should fit,
but if not...we can always make adjustments," she added with a grin as
she headed back out.
Evan quickly grabbed the bra, and made his way out from the stockroom
and back to the fitting room. After making sure the door was actually
locked this time, he pulled his shirt off over his head. Standing in the
dressing room shirtless, Evan began to nervously unclasp the bra.
Savannah's comment about how it should fit, but could be "adjusted"
oddly bothering him.
He had tried on bra's before, and of course they weren't the perfect fit
for obvious reasons, but it wasn't a huge deal. Not like anyone would
ever actually see it to notice.
The bra was a little loose so he clumsily tried to adjust the straps,
his fingers fumbling the whole time. Not wanting to take too long, Evan
looked at himself in the mirror. The bra did give him a slight lift, but
nothing too noticeable and decided it would have to be good enough. He
slid his shirt back over his head and left the fitting room.
As Evan approached the sales floor, Savannah was straightening a few of
the clothing racks. He couldn't help but notice how her legs looked in
her boots. They made her calves look longer and even leaner; but not
only that, they showed off how cute her feet were. Savannah was a petite
girl- probably about 5'4, so her feet were small- but just the right
size... and incredibly sexy. He almost wished he could see her barefoot-
but not enough to tell her that. Knowing Savannah, that could be
dangerous.
"So how's it fit??" she asked excitedly, turning around.
"Savannah..." he began in a low voice that he hoped sounded like a
warning.
Not that it would do him in any good, since Savannah was clearly the one
in control, and did whatever she wanted.
"Uhh...you have a customer," he said, clearing his throat, feeling
relieved as a woman suddenly walked into the store just then.
"No...actually you have a customer," she said her voice playful as
usual, as she walked away.
The woman appeared to be looking at the various style options for bra's.
Of course, Evan figured. Just his luck.
The customer was probably in her late 20's...possibly early 30's. She
was thin...almost wiry with a chest that appeared to be rather flat.
"You doing ok over here?" Evan asked shyly.
The girl turned to look up at him, and gave him a nervous smile.
"Well...I-I'm looking for a bra," she said awkwardly.
Evan felt himself blushing. He figured that he probably wasn't the
salesperson that she had expected, or felt most comfortable with, but
strangely enough, he could actually relate. Now more than ever.
Then, without thinking, Evan walked over to the rack which displayed the
same bra he was currently wearing and held it up for the customer to
see.
"Hm...well this one definitely has a lot of lift," he volunteered, his
voice taking on the same high-pitch it had earlier.
What the..? He coughed to clear his throat.
"I mean..based on the amount of padding it has..." he desperately
attempted to clarify, as he found himself fondling the cups of the
bra...not exactly helping his case.
The woman raised her eyebrow as she seemed to briefly wonder about
Evan's odd behavior, but seemed at least somewhat convinced.
"I see what you mean," the customer agreed. Her focus had now shifted to
the bra, as she began to look over and inspect it in the same manner
that Evan had a few moments ago.
"You really do have a way with our customers," Savannah said in a tone
that almost sounded admiring, after the most recent customer had left
the store.
"Huh..yeah..I mean..I guess," Evan said, trying to hide the fact that he
was blushing.
It was just past seven right now. The rest of the evening had gone by
smoothly, but had been largely uneventful.
"Well...I mean unless you try the merchandise, how else are you going to
convince our customers to?" Savannah asked pointedly, purposely
overemphasizing on the word try as she moved closer to Evan and reached
out giving the cups of his bra a gentle squeeze.
"Oh my God...Savannah," he murmured.
He really wanted to tell her no, to stop. Not that she would have
listened. But did he really want her to? God...what was it about this
girl? Why did she have so much control over him? He never felt this way
around anyone before. To be honest....he liked it. More than he was
willing to admit to himself...and her. Especially her. And yet...deep
down this was something he craved.
"Hmm...maybe we should close a little early tonight, Savannah said,
moving away to glance out at the empty store.
"Uhh... its not even 7:30," Evan reminded her, a hint of hesitation in
his voice.
"So?" Savannah asked, turning back to look at him. "Who says we can't
have a little fun while we get ready to close?"
Evan walked back over to the tables of panties and began refolding them.
"Yeah, I guess you can pretty much get away with whatever...since you
know...your mom owns the store," Evan said in a playful tone.
Savannah looked up just then, almost as if she was caught off guard by
his comment. "Well...not exactly," she responded.
Evan waited for her to say more, but she turned away and went over to
straighten the accessories area of the store.
Oh shit, Evan thought. He had never brought Jacqueline up around
Savannah before, so he wasn't sure if he hit a nerve.
The next few minutes went on in silence between them. Evan glanced up,
looking over in Savannah's direction, watching her stand on her tiptoes
to reposition a pair of tights on top rack of the shelf. As she did, he
noticed how her right leg was lifted slightly off the ground, her toes
in her boot pointed outward, like a ballet dancer.
God, her feet look so damn cute, Evan thought, feeling himself start to
get hot. Good thing he wasn't wearing the belt right now.
"Like what you see?" Savannah asked in her usual teasing tone, standing
at her normal height now.
"Uhhh..well," Evan fumbled for an excuse.
Like always, it seemed like Savannah caught him at the most awkward
moment.
"Actually...I gotta say...these tights are pretty cute," she said as she
studied the different pairs hanging.
She thought he was staring at the tights she had been fixing! That was
good. Evan knew he'd never live it down if she found out about his
fondness towards her feet.
"Hey...what time is it?" she asked.
Evan pulled out his phone. "7:59."
"Still think its too early?" Savannah asked over her shoulder with a
smirk, as she headed to the front of the store to lock the doors.
"Uhh...Savannah?" he asked, his voice sounding surprisingly meek. "What-
I mean....why the sudden urge to close?"
"Well.. I thought we'd make use of your employee discount," Savannah
said, grinning.
"Wait...now?" Evan asked. "But then why close the store..?"
"The registers aren't closed down yet," Savannah told him. "We have the
entire store to ourselves." Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she
spoke.
Evan blushed, feeling his cheeks grow warmer at this remark.
"First things first, though," Savannah went on. "How's your new set
working out for you? I mean...I already knew how much you love our
panties, but how about that bra?" she asked with a giggle.
Evan wanted to get annoyed with her, but that's not what was happening.
Instead, he actually wanted to play along with her and was curious to
see where this was going.
"I like it," he said, his voice coming out in a high pitched tone like
it had earlier with the customer. "It does definitely add some lift."
"Let me see!!" Savannah insisted, her smile getting wider.
"Wait....out here??" Evan asked hesitantly.
He was still excited, but now his excitement was accompanied by feelings
of nervousness. Even though the store was closed, he knew the mall
wasn't completely empty as there were still some people passing by.
"Ok, fine....back to the dressing room then," Savannah conceded with a
giggle.
Evan sighed, as he followed her back over to the fitting rooms...but
this time, it wasn't a sigh of frustration. Instead, it was more out of
elation.
"Alright come on....show me!!" Savannah insisted eagerly, as she sat
down on the bench inside one of the fitting room stalls while Evan stood
in front of the mirror.
Evan nervously obeyed, as his fingers fumbled to grasp his shirt and
pull it over his head. Once he did, he quickly shook his hair out and
tossed the shirt on the ground, as he turned to glance at himself in the
mirror.
"Hmm...not bad," Savannah commented, as she surveyed Evan's reflection.
"I mean...you're definitely on the small side, but there are ways that
we can work on that."
Evan rolled his eyes, hoping to convey a sense of irritation at her
remark, while feeling an odd but sinking feeling of disappointment
inside.
"What exactly do you have in mind?" he asked, turning to face her.
"I'll show you," Savannah said slyly, as she quickly stood up and made
her way out of the stall. "Wait right here...I mean it!" she instructed
before exiting the fitting room area.
Evan sighed again, wondering how he had even gotten himself into this
situation, as he continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror.
Evan felt a mixture of dismay and pleasure at the events that had just
happened, and briefly began to wonder why he even had these feelings.
"Oh, good boy. You listened," Savannah teased as she sauntered back into
the stall beside Evan.
"So...what'dja bring?" Evan asked, his high pitched voice returning once
again.
Whoa. Where had that come from? Evan quickly tried to hide the look of
utter shock on his face, as Savannah raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I'm glad you asked," Savannah replied in a syrupy sweet, almost
tantalizing tone. "So we have a few options," she went on, gesturing to
the items she had brought in with her.
Evan could feel himself start to heat up once again, as he caught a
glimpse of what she had picked.
"The first, and most obvious choice is to just opt for a bra that has
more padding," Savannah explained, holding up a black lace push up-bra.
Evan's eyes widened slightly, as he studied the bra. If the pink and
white demi-cup bra already gave him a lift, then the black lacy push-up
bra would add at least 2 cup sizes. Evan reached his hand out, eager to
take the bra from her.
"Only thing..." Savannah began, holding the bra just slightly out of his
reach. "Is that you would no longer match," she added motioning towards
Evan's lower half.
Evan knew what was coming next, as he felt his nerves start to take over
again. If Savannah made him strip, then she would surely see his ever-
increasing bulge from how excited this whole thing was making him.
Nevertheless, he knew that there was no point in resisting, as he
started to unzip his pants.
"By the way, did you make another mess?" Savannah asked, as Evan's pants
slid to the floor.
Umm...actually..no. I did not," Evan argued back playfully.
"Let's have a look," she insisted.
Evan felt a twinge of self-consciousness as he pulled down the panties
he was wearing. Luckily, these came off much easier compared to the ones
that had been completely soaked in his own mess.
"Ok. You did better this time, but I can still see you were enjoying
yourself," Savannah chuckled as she inspected the damage.
Evan could feel his groin start to twitch and pulse again, with Savannah
being so close now....
"Fortunately, I brought a clean pair for you to change into," Savannah
said gleefully, as she turned away to grab a lacey black pair of panties
to hood up for Evan.
Evan knew he couldn't contain himself for much longer...
"Ok....well I can get dressed by myself," he said, desperately trying to
get her to leave before she noticed, or things got worse.
"One more thing," Savannah said When you do get changed, make sure you
put these on too," as she tossed him an unopened packed of black laced
thigh highs and matching garter belt.
Oh boy....this was getting even better. Now he just had to worry about
completely losing control and exploding all over everything.
Evan kicked off his shoes and his pants, which had fallen in a pile at
his feet. He let the pink and white panties fall to the floor as well,
picked them up and placed them neatly on the bench inside the fitting
room stall. He then pulled on the black lacy ones, followed by the thigh
highs, and then the garter belt. Fortunately, he had a couple of garters
at home, so this nothing new for him, and was an easy task as he clipped
them to the thigh highs.
Next, he unclasped the pink and white bra, which was surprisingly easier
than he had expected and placed it on the bench beside the panties. He
tried on the push up bra, clasped it, and briefly tried adjusting the
straps before catching his reflection.
The bra definitely provided more than just a little lift. In fact, he
looked like had an actual bust line now. Evan paused for a moment....he
liked how the bra fit-and the way it looked. But he knew that there was
no way that he would be able to wear this anywhere outside of the store
right now.
Evan shrugged as he reached down to pick up his shirt and pulled it over
his head. Even with his slightly baggy t-shirt, he noticed that the
increased size in his chest was still noticeable.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, jarring him out of his own
thoughts.
"Yeah?" he asked, opening the door.
"Oh...I hate to break it to you, but that shirt does NOT go with those
panties," Savannah said, trying to keep a straight face.
Evan sighed. "Yeah..I know but its not like I have any other option-" he
started to say, just as Savannah dangled a black satin corset with hot
pink trim in his face.
Evan tried to hide his excitement as he grabbed the corset from her.
Carefully, he started to work on lacing up the corset, which was
surprisingly easy for him, since he had worn one before. Unfortunately,
most of his "girly" stuff was collecting dust in his closet since he
rarely had the opportunity to wear any of it anymore.
"Wow...you're actually pretty good at this," Savannah observed from
behind him. "This isn't anything new for you, is it?" she asked, raising
an eyebrow.
Evan paused for a moment. "Well...no. Not exactly, but you already knew
that," he pointed out.
"How long have you been dressing up?" she asked with genuine curiosity.
"For... awhile," he answered. "I mean I have some stuff at home that I
wear from time to time. But this is the first time I've ever really
explored it -with someone."
That was true- since Chloe was neither bothered nor particularly into
his kink. He'd worn some of his stuff around her, but he could tell that
was it more for him- not her- which just made him feel awkward.
"Well, come on out," Savannah beckoned him playfully, tugging at his
arm.
"Savannah...no," Evan said, trying to resist as she pulled on his arm
harder and managed to get him out of the dressing room. "Out in the
store...now?" he asked with a nervous laugh, as he followed her.
"Oh my God..all of the other stores in the mall are closed now. No one
will see you," Savannah replied, rolling her eyes. "So what's the big
deal?"
Cautiously, Evan let Savannah lead him around the store.
"So.." Savannah said, dragging Evan over to a mannequin wearing the same
corset as him. "You're almost the exact same size!" she pointed out with
a giggle, as she gestured to the mannequin's cleavage.
Evan could feel his face turn red, and his erection starting to grow. He
desperately tried to control himself so Savannah wouldn't see, and he
wouldn't have to suffer the humiliation of ruining yet another pair of
panties.
"Not even!!" Evan replied in a tone that he hoped sounded dismissive.
Still Evan couldn't help but steal a quick glance at the mannequin and
then his own chest for comparative measures. In spite of himself, a
smile came to Evan's lips, pleased with his appearance due to the push-
up bra.
"Ohh...you're enjoying this," Savannah teased, brushing up against him,
just as she had the night before.
If he was being perfectly honest, though, it actually turned him on.
Still, he knew that he had to tread carefully where Savannah was
concerned.
"Ha...whatever," he said, trying to laugh off her obviously accurate
assessment of the situation. But he could feel himself getting weaker.
It didn't help much either that the high pitch tone his voice had taken
on seemed to be persisting.
"Well, I mean..it makes sense. You were pretty small before," she said,
giggling, as started fondling the cups of his bra again. "Looks like
your chest isn't the only thing that's getting bigger though," she
added, casting her glance downward at Evan's crotch.
Shit....Evan knew where this was headed. Up until this point, he
actually was enjoying the way things had turned out night. But he wasn't
so sure if he could handle another night of being caged up- literally-
inside the chastity belt.
"Savannah..." he started to say, but he knew it was no use. Especially
with Savannah so close now. His voice was just a small tremble.
"Do I need to lock you back up?" she asked. Her expression was still
playful, so Evan hoped she wasn't too serious.
"I can't..." he said, his eyes and voice practically pleading with her.
"It's not even...its just...ughhh it wouldn't work. No one knows about
this part of my life." He let out a frustrated sigh.
Savannah backed away slightly, as something in her expression changed.
"Ok," she said, nodding.
"I did have fun tonight," Evan began, trying again. "A lot of fun..I
just wish...."
"Yeah, well you're not getting of that easy," she said in her usual
tone, as Evan looked at her questioningly. "You still have to wear the
panties until your next shift."
"Deal!" Evan agreed. He realized that he probably sounded way too eager,
but since Savannah already knew his secret, she was probably the only
person he could freely express his desire around.
"Just like that?" Without any fight?" she asked skeptically. "Aren't you
worried your girlfriend will say something?"
Evan stopped for a moment. He wasn't sure if he was surprised that she
remembered that he told her he had a girlfriend, or that she was
bringing it up right now.
"No, not really...I mean...she-" Evan started to say, just as his phone
went off. "Mm...speaking of the devil," he said, pulling out his phone
to look at the caller ID.
"Want me to text her back to leave you alone?" Savannah asked, arching
an eyebrow as she leaned in closer towards him.
"What? God-no!" Evan started to sputter. "What the-"
"Kidding! I won't!!" Savannah said with a laugh. "But seriously
though...I will be checking so give me your phone," she ordered.
"Huh?" Evan asked in a confused voice, as Savannah slid the phone out of
his hand and began typing something.
"Relax...I'm giving you my number," she said as she handed his phone
back.
"Ok, and so now...?" Evan asked, trying to figure out exactly what
Savannah was planning.
"Guess you'll just have to find out," she replied with a smile, as she
ran one finger delicately along the bust line of Evan's corset.
"Also....its getting late. Get changed, and I'll ring up all of your new
stuff."
"Looks like this job is gonna cost me more than I bargained for," Evan
grumbled slightly as he headed back to the fitting room.
"I had fun tonight too," Savannah said as locked the front entrance to
the store after letting them both out. "So when do you work next?"
"Friday morning. I have a day shift since I don't have class," he said.
Which he suddenly realized meant that he'd have to wear the panties for
two whole days before he worked next. Not the biggest problem in the
world, he reasoned...if anything, he was more bothered by having to wear
the same underwear of any kind for two days in a row.
"Yeah...same. I don't have school either on Friday so I'll be here
bright and early," she said in a mock cheery tone, as they left the mall
and headed out to the parking lot.
Of course she will, thought Evan, as they parted ways towards their own
cars.
Chapter 6: Back to Reality....Or Not?
Evan woke up the next day, feeling almost as if he was hung over, even
though he knew he hadn't had anything to drink the night before. He
stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the events during his previous
shift at Hidden Desires. Had all of that stuff actually happened last
night?
Evan pushed back the covers and pulled his boxers down. Yep. It was
real...and there was the proof. The black lacey panties that Savannah
told him to wear for the next two days until his next shift on Friday.
Just then, he heard the vibration of his phone go off, indicating that
he had a new text. Evan reached over to grab his phone and read the
message. Savannah. Of course. Except he remembered Savannah putting her
own number into his phone, but how on earth had she gotten his?
He glanced at the text conversation and realized that she had actually
sent herself a text from his number and then later replied so they would
both have each other's number.
Figures, he thought, rolling his eyes, feeling briefly annoyed.
"Good morning. Are you still wearing them?" the text read.
Wow. Right to the point.
Evan started to type back his response, then considered for a moment.
Chloe had already left for work....so what could it hurt? Carefully,
Evan slid down his boxers once again, and snapped a picture. Along with
the picture, Evan typed out the caption "These are surprisingly comfy."
Within seconds, his phone buzzed again. He hadn't expected her to
respond so quickly. He glanced at the reply. "And they look cute too.
Wow...who knew? ;)"
Evan waited a few seconds, deciding what to type back, as an idea
suddenly came to him. He got up out of bed and pulled out the hot pink
shopping bag from his job that contained the items he had tried on- and
purchased last night. Evan gingerly slid on each thigh high, and then
the garter belt, which he attached to his stockings.
Evan made his way into the bathroom, and positioned himself in front of
the mirror, leaning forward slightly. He quickly snapped a selfie and
was surprised at how good it actually it came out.
He sent the picture and wrote back, "I'm thinking of staying like this
all day until I have class later hehe."
Evan waited a few minutes, but this time, no response came. He shrugged
it off, and decided to actually follow what he wrote by lounging in bed
with his thigh highs and garter on. He used to do this all the time, but
hadn't been in the mood lately...until now.
A few hours had passed, and after making his bed and straightening up a
bit, Evan started getting ready for class. As he grabbed a clean shirt
to change into, a smile came to his lips. His new stuff was so
comfortable, and he really did find himself enjoying the way each of the
fabrics felt against his skin. If he wore pants, no one would see.....
Just as Evan pulled into the campus parking lot, his phone went off.
Probably Chloe, he assumed, as he pulled out his phone to read her
message. Except it was from Savannah.
"Nice ass...I'm almost jealous. :P Anyway, I was wondering since we both
work early tomorrow maybe we do some more shopping after?"
Evan bit his lip, trying to decide how to best respond. Shopping? With
Savannah, that could mean literally anything. But it was nice to spend
time with someone who wasn't only into his fetish, but actually enjoyed
it and encouraged it. On the other hand, he still had to think about
Chloe, who definitely wouldn't like the idea.
"Sounds like fun. Maybe...gotta get to class."
He quickly sent the text, then after a few seconds typed out another
message. "You should be happy to know that I'm out in pubic wearing my
new stuff....well kinda :P"
Evan barely made it through class, and before he knew it the night was
almost over. He definitely found himself distracted by the smooth
feeling of the nylon rubbing against his legs under his jeans. And
Savannah's idea of going shopping again. Tomorrow. Only a few hours
away. Should he? Probably not. He could always tell her no...that things
had gone far enough. But would she listen? And did he want to?
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