Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2013 20:59:16 -0500
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: Amantra Faux (part six)

   Amantra Faux, Transvestite Tomb Raider (Part Six) by Sasha Steele

   Amantra Faux's favourite bluejeans were well worn, comfortable and fit
him like a glove. The light blue denim was weathered even lighter in all
the usual places - the seat, front of the thighs and along the ridge of
their penal pouch. Their inseam rose right up to the apex of Amantra's
crotch behind his abnormal sized scrotum. The rear seam sank deep between
the globular masses of his huge butt.  The material back there tucked into
the double crescent cleft below those masses before following the curvature
around the swell of his huge ass. The waist band crossed his thick lower
back, rode over his heavy hips and then down slightly clasping under the
shelf of his fat gut.

   The zipper rode over the bulge of his pubis mound terminating just above
the penal pouch. The denim material of the penal pouch set in front of the
inseam clung to Amantra's massive balls following four inches across their
lateral sacks that descended another five inches requiring a good swath of
denim material to contain them and the thick nine inch shaft that draped
over their rounded forward aspect. The penal pouch with its distended cargo
laid against the frontal portion of Amantra's heavy upper thighs slightly
interfering, though not unpleasantly, with the way he walked.

   Amantra felt sexy in his favourite bluejeans and was glad to be wearing
them today instead of the business type skirt suites he had to wear while
teaching at the university. He was glad for the reprieve from teaching to
set up the exhibits that were to go on display that evening for a gala
event in conjunction with the opening of the scientific antiquities wing of
the Institution.

   He was dressed ready to work in his sexy bluejeans, black lace up boots
with five inch high chunky heels and a white silk front buttoned blouse
with the sleeves rolled up. Underneath Amantra was wearing a bright white
colored brassier and matching panties with delicate lace detailing on them.

   A small group of students were waiting when Amantra arrived in the
cavernous basement vault below the Institute that warehoused a vast array
of artifacts. They had brought coffee and donuts, which they knew would
please their favourite transvestite professor. The students would do the
leg work while Amantra figured out what exhibits would be tagged to be
removed for the show.

   After working for an hour they were three quarters the way through the
list, the donuts were gone, Amantra was on his third coffee and he had to
pee. As usual though, Amantra was so engrossed in his work that he fought
the urge whenever a wave struck him by clutching himself as he did a little
pee dance until the urge abated. And he was doing just that when a
secretary from upstairs approached to tell Amantra that he had a telephone
call.

   "You can take it in the office over there," the secretary told him,
adding, "if you need to pee the toilets are on the second floor."

   "I know where they are, thank you."

   Amantra climbed a flight of iron steps to a portable office that looked
as though it was never used. He trapped the phone between his shoulder and
cheek trying to write down the item the caller wanted added to the list
while clutching his cock with his other hand. Amantra had to pee real
bad. He came back down the stairs, stopped and decided to slip into a
shadowy area beside the office to relieve himself.

   Amantra spread his feet apart and bent forward with his hands on his
knees to watch as he pissed in his favourite bluejeans. He relaxed. The
bottom of his penal pouch saturated. The wetness wicked upward, then
stopped as a weak stream broke through.  Amantra caught his breath and bore
down. The dribbling stream became a torrent. Amantra's heavy pee splashed
on the cement floor between his boots forming a rather large puddle.
Finished his pantie piss, Amantra went back to join his students.

   For the gala event that evening Amantra had chosen an elegantly styled
party dress. The pink dress featured a V neck bodice with shoulder cap
sleevette's and a relaxed fit to accommodate his fat body. The loose folds
of the full skirt fell below the knee.

   Amantra had selected expensive designer lingerie in a light pink blush
color to wear under his party dress. Amantra's body was solidly built with
a thick upper chest to balance the fat in the area of his nipples and
underarms. Those nipples were pleasingly shaped and well defined with
fairly prominent buds, though the areola wasn't overly large. Amantra's
heavy upper chest sharply contrasted the delicately laced brassier that was
set against its smooth flesh.

   That brassier was designed to fit perfectly the contours of Amantra's
pectoral fat. It featured scalloped-lace top edging with a pretty center
bow and floral-jacquard detailing on the breast pads.  The matching
panties, pulled up high on Amantra's heavy hips and stomach, had a wide
scalloped- lace waist band and floral detailing at the frontal thigh leg
openings.  The small swath of lace there was wider at the leg holes
tapering upward half way up the hip panel, the protrusion of Amantra's pot
belly set between them. The panties had a pretty bow at center back on the
shelf of his big butt just below the waist band.

   The expansive penal pouch with its hulking contents rode outward on a
crescent then downward.  The bulging contour of Amantra's pantied cock was
essentially hidden beneath his dress unless the light folds of his skirt
rode inward to his thighs, as it did when he walked. He wore nude-tone
nylon stockings with stylish embroidered elastic tops. The stockings were
pulled up as high as they could be drawn into his crotch. The mid frontal
portion of their fancy elastic tops was hidden behind the massive balls
inside the penal pouch of his dusty-pink panties.

   Amantra wore dark pink pumps with six inch heels on his feet. His long
nails were done in pink.  Lipstick a silver-white with a pink hue. Eye
shadow a soft blush. He wore a white pearl necklace with dangling pearl
earrings to match, and his favourite perfume. Amantra's long black hair was
worn up in an elaborate coif that allowed ringlets to the sides of his
beautiful face and tight curls that dangled down in back. Amantra felt and
looked stunning.

   At the party Amantra drank a lot of champagne and pigged out on the
fancy finger foods as he mingled with the dignitaries explaining the
significance of the artifacts on exhibition. A couple of hours later
Amantra's need to pee had become obvious. Leaving a student in charge of
the exhibits Amantra excused himself to the washroom.

   Straddling a toilet Amantra lifted the skirt of his dress up out of the
way. He pushed his hips forward to position his pantied cock over the
center of the bowl and then relaxed to let his pee flow. The bottom portion
of the penal pouch in his expensive designer panties saturated before a
light trickle of urine found its way through. He bore down turning the
trickle into solid stream that splashed noisily into the water. Amantra
peed for a minute or so then dried his panties with a wad of toilet paper.
He dropped the tissue in the toilet and went to the mirror to make sure his
dress was right and to check his hair and makeup.

   Focused, as he was on his beautiful corpulent image in the mirror,
Amantra hadn't noticed the man in a black dress who had slipped into the
washroom locking the door behind him. Amantra didn't take notice until the
man was standing close behind with a gun pressed to his back. Amantra
gasped, tried to turn around but the man stopped him.

   "Both hands against the mirror Professor Faux," the gunman ordered
pressing the gun harder into Amantra's back. Afraid, Amantra did as he was
told.

   "I'm to hold you here for a few minutes while my associates relieve the
Institute of one of their artifacts." Amantra reacted, tried to turn around
again but was pushed against the mirror.

   "Don't do anything stupid and we'll get through this just fine. It would
be a shame to have to hurt a big doll like you." Still behind Amantra the
gunman ogled his expansive derriere. "Course nobody said we couldn't have a
bit of fun while we wait. Lift up your dress. I want to see that big ass."

   Amantra lifted the back of his dress exposing his huge ass clad in his
dusty-pink color panties. Their seat followed its globular contours, the
material pulled into the cleft between them and the double crescent cleft
at the bottom.

   "Wow! That is some serious butt," the gunman said. "Get those panties
down."

   Amantra pulled his panties down onto his heavy thighs while the gunman
released his cock through a leg hole in his own black panties. He bent
Amantra forward so that Amantra's face and hands were against the mirror.
Amantra gasped as the gunman in the black dress abruptly shove his cock up
his ass. He began to fuck him fervidly and in no time at all came in
Amantra's ass.

   In spite of the fact that this was an unsolicited invasion of his
backside, it wasn't necessarily an unwelcome one. Amantra liked getting his
ass fucked. And so his cock had risen and Amantra had automatically taken
hold of it to jerk himself off.

   Then suddenly shots rang out startling both of them. There were shouts
from the exhibition hall and the sound of more gun fire. The gunman in the
black dress ran out. Amantra tucked his erection into his panties and
followed after him. There was a lot of noise and confusion.  Amantra found
the student he'd left with the exhibits. The item that had been stolen was
the one that had been added to the list at the last minute - an eighteen
inch long phallic obelisk thought to be a replica of Heshemantran's cock.

   The place was soon crawling with Bureau agents quieting things down.
They interviewed the witnesses and wanted to speak to Amantra. The agent in
charge didn't buy Amantra's story. A second agent gave his boss a piece of
paper. The stolen obelisk was not on the official list of exhibits.

   He turned to Amantra and said, "you had better come with us Professor
Faux."

  Amantra strongly protested so they cuffed him and hauled his fat ass next
door to Bureau headquarters where he was detained in an interrogation room.

   "So Professor Faux, let's go over the facts," the agent in charge said.
"You added the stolen obelisk to the list of exhibits claiming it was
authorized by someone else, but you don't know who. You conveniently
disappear when the heist goes down and claim you were having sex in the
washroom with someone, but don't know who he was. And, as it turns out,
that someone just happens to be part of the gang that stole the
obelisk. Sounds pretty fishy, doesn't it?"

   "It's what happened. I've told you."

   "You see our problem. We want to believe you. We do believe you. But the
obelisk is of such importance to the Bureau, we have to be absolutely
certain. If you really want to cooperate Professor, then I suggest you
submit to this new procedure the Bureau has been using."

   Amantra thought about it. He just wanted out of there. "Okay," he said,
"I'll do it."

   "Alright then, take off your dress."

   "Excuse me! Is that part of the procedure?"

   "Are you going to cooperate or not?"

   "This is very unusual," Amantra said as he got up. "Can someone help
with my zipper?"

   An agent uncuffed one hand while the other worked the zipper on the back
of Amantra's dress and Amantra slipped out of it. There was a free-standing
horizontal bar about head height, like a coat rack or low chin up bar in
the interrogation room. They flipped the hand cuff over top of it and did
it back up on Amantra's wrist holding him there. The agent in front put a
hand to the inside of Amantra's heavy thighs for him to spread his legs
apart. He did, assuming a position slightly bent forward with legs spread,
back arched and hands up on the bar. The agent in front withdrew Amantra's
monster cock from its pantie pouch and began to masturbate him. When
Amantra's cock was good and hard the agent behind started to ask questions
while the one in front jerked him off.

   Amantra's answers became stunted. He blurted them out not really
thinking of what he was saying, his mind not being able to get past the
wonderful sensation of the agent's hand sliding up and down his rock hard
shaft. Amantra got to the point where he couldn't think to answer. He
couldn't take much more. He needed release. And then he came, his orgasm
accompanied with a long sigh of ecstasy.

   Amantra's load splattered on the floor in front of the agent's feet.

   The agent kept on pumping Amantra's cock until he had emptied himself.
He stuffed Amantra's spent cock into its pantie pouch and uncuffed his
hands. "Thank you for your cooperation Professor Faux," the other agent
said. "You're free to go." They left Amantra alone to get dressed.

   Amantra slipped back into his dress, left the interrogation room and
went to find someone to help with the zipper on the back of his dress. He
overheard the two agents talking so stopped just outside the door to
listen.

   "He's telling the truth," the one who had jacked Amantra off was
saying. "Nobody could lie under that pressure."

   "His story checks with what we got from the man in the black dress who
bum fucked the professor in the bathroom," the other said.

    "What's his condition?"

   "Flesh wound, lower leg. He's on the second floor at the hospital under
guard. We'll collect him sometime tomorrow afternoon. We need to find the
obelisk now that the other part has been located."

   Amantra interrupted them at that point, got his dress done up and left.
That night Amantra laid in bed going over the events of the day as he
absentmindedly stroked the hard cock in his powder blue nightie panties.
What was the other part of Heshemantran's phallic obelisk? And where was
it?  He had to find out.

   Next morning, just past eleven, Amantra was on the second floor of the
hospital. He was wearing an off-white mini dress with beige flecks on it.
It seemed quite ordinary compared to the elegant pink dress he had worn
last night. Today's mini dress had a round neck, short sleeves and a
relaxed fit. He was wearing white lingerie, beige nylon stockings and tan
color six inch pumps.

   Amantra opened the door to the doctor's locker room and entered. Found a
white lab coat and put it on. The short-tailed lab coat jutted out in back
over the shelf of his big butt. He tried to button it but the coat was too
tight. 'I have to do something about this gut', Amantra said to himself for
the hundredth time. He found a name tag, a stethoscope. Picked up a
clipboard and (fake doctor) Amantra Faux exited into the hallway.

    The click of his high heels on the polished floor brought the guard's
attention to Amantra. He watched the hypnotic motion as the massive organ
in Amantra's white pantie pouch, the full extent of it clearly visible
below the hem of his short dress, flicked back and forth with the waddling
walk of the of the fat sexy doctor's approach. "Good morning doctor," he
said.

   Amantra acknowledged him with a nod and entered the room. The prisoner
had been stripped of everything but his black panties and bra. He lay with
his back on the bed, bandaged leg elevated and both hands restrained.

   "About fucking time somebody came," the prisoner protested, "I'm about
to piss my panties."

   Then he saw that that this was no doctor who just came in but the
overweight archeology professor he had fucked up the ass the night before.
He thought of calling for the guard but Amantra had retrieved the urinal
vase from the cupboard beside the bed and begun to free his cock to pee.

   "Turn a bit onto your side," Amantra instructed him.

   The prisoner shifted his weight. Amantra held the prisoner's cock in
order to direct his pee into the vase. Then, with a great sigh of relief,
the prisoner emptied his bladder nearly filling the vase.  Amantra set the
vase on the cupboard with one hand, the other kept hold of the prisoner's
cock gently stroking it. Amantra felt it beginning to stiffen.

   "What are you doing?" The somewhat confused prisoner asked.

   "I need to ask you a few questions," Amantra said, as he continued to
stroke the prisoner's cock.

   "Ask questions? While you jerk me off?"

   "It's a new technique I learned to make sure you tell the truth."

   The prisoner's cock was hard as a rock and his breathing got heavier as
Amantra continued to masturbate him, bringing him closer to ejaculation. If
he hesitated an answer to a question Amantra would stop until the prisoner
begged him to continue. Eventually, very close to coming, the prisoner
spilled his guts and Amantra had all the answers he needed. But instead of
stopping to jerk him off Amantra continued until he brought the prisoner to
climax.

   Amantra was addicted to cum. He couldn't stop himself. So leaned over
the bed and took the prisoner's cock in his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmm," Amantra
hummed in sincere appreciation as the prisoner discharged a load of semen
into his mouth. Amantra swallowed it, licked the prisoner's cock clean and
tucked it back in his panties.

   The fully erect monster in Amantra's panties projected out from under
the hem of his mini dress. He contemplated making himself cum right then
and there but thought better of it. "Thank you for your cooperation,"
Amantra said and left the room.

   Holding the clipboard down to hide his erection Amantra walked out past
the guard. The guard watched Amantra's big butt cheeks bob up and down as
he waddled down the corridor and disappeared around the corner. Amantra
returned to the doctor's locker room and hurried inside.

   Amantra desperately needed to relieve his throbbing erection. He took
hold of it masturbating himself through his white panties. Amantra quickly
brought himself to climax and grunted loudly as he came.  Amantra's cum
shot through the end of his pantie pouch into a laundry basket. Deciding he
should pee Amantra remained poised over the laundry basket. He gathered his
breath and bore down to pee through his panties with a still hard cock.
When Amantra finished taking a piss, he took off the lab coat and used it
to wipe the excess from his pantie pouch. Then he threw the lab coat in the
laundry basket and left.

   End of part six.