Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 20:54:17 -0400
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: transvestite tomb raider four

   Transvestite Tomb Raider (part four)
   by Sasha Steele

   Over the next few days the lead group of the LISA Expedition worked hard
to get everything set up and ready. LISA is an acronym for Lisamon Island
Scientific Assessment, which Lord Caulton thought was brilliant when he
made it up. Amantra thought it was lame.  Early in the morning on the
fourth day they all flew out of London to India.

   Lord Caulton's massive yacht was anchored off shore near the main port
in Bombay. Amantra, along with the other members of the lead group stayed
ashore to finish up preparations. Only Lord and Ladyman Caulton went
directly on board.

   Sir Manard had instructed Amantra to keep a close watch on Wolf Hunt
while they were in Bombay.  So when Wolf slipped out of the hotel's
committee room Amantra followed him at a discrete distance.  Wolf entered a
private night club. Amantra attempted to follow him inside but was denied
entry. He phoned Sir Manard in England.

   "The Bureau is familiar with that club," Sir Manard told him. "We can
get you inside as a belly dancer."

   "A belly dancer? I can't belly dance."

   "We need to know who he met with. Just wiggle your belly around a bit.
You'll be okay. Stay right where you are. An agent will pick you up
shortly."

   Within minutes Amantra was in a car being taken to the company who
supplied dancers to the night club where he was to be outfitted as a belly
dancer. He punched up a few videos of belly dancers on his cell. Watched
how they rolled their bellies, swayed their hips and undulated their
torsos. How they made their arms shimmy like waves on the water. Watched
their foot steps, turns and dance patterns in their sexy belly dancer
costumes. Amantra pictured himself in a costume doing those same moves.

   "I can do this," he said.

   Amantra's belly dancer's costume was white and gold. Two narrow skirt
panels fell loosely to below his knee. The back panel started at his hips
and sat on top his huge backside.  The front one was narrower and hung from
below the shelf of his protruding gut. Amantra was simply too big for the
dance thong that was supposed to be worn below the skirt panels. So he had
to go without it.

   The problem was that not only was Amantra's cock and balls overly large
but also he had worn a golden cock ring - a double ringed one with one loop
in front and the other behind his scrotum. The effect was that it lifted
his balls forward with his massive and normally semi-hard cock draped over
it. Amantra was worried that there just wasn't enough material in the
skimpy front panel to adequately conceal his meat.

   Amantra wished he'd taken it off as he struggled to cover himself up.
Then decided that he just needed to be careful with his steps. It wasn't
like he was going to be doing any wild spins or the like anyway. Just get
in, pan the room with a concealed video camera and then get the hell out.

  He wore a tassel belt over his big hips and the upper potion of his bum.
The tassel belt (like a white cloth wrap with a multitude of gold beads,
coins, chains and other bangles on it) snugged under his belly covering his
fleshy pubis mound and helped a bit in holding the front panel in place
over his big cock.  The brocade brassier was also white with gold chains,
bangles and the like on the flat chest pads, along with the concealed
camera.

  A huge elaborate gold necklace covered Amantra's thick upper chest. Gold
bracelets ran up his forearms.  He wore gold sandals with six inch high
heels and many straps that crossed his calf's to the knees. His long black
hair was loose with an ornate gold chained head piece entwined in it. He
wore many, many finger rings and earrings. His nose and golden lips were
hidden beneath a short veil. His eye makeup was thick and dark and slutty.

   The Bureau agent took a second look as Amantra waddled out to the car in
his skimpy belly dancer outfit. He waited for Wolf Hunt to leave then
dropped Amantra off at the back door to the private night club. Newbie
belly dancers are usually assigned a few tables in the rear to get them
started. The dance manager took one look at this beautiful plus size dancer
who just came in and decided to put him on the main table.

   Amantra was a bit nervous at first. And though his movements were
awkward soon got into the rhythm of the dance. He danced around giving the
Bureau good video on everyone in the place. He put his hands on the back of
his head and undulated his fat belly, rolled his heavy hips, then held his
fat arms out to the sides moving them like wavy water. Went into a spin
accidentally flashing his big naked horse cock.  Amantra panicked a
moment. Covered himself back up. Hoped nobody saw.

   "We have enough video," the agent's voice cracked in Amantra's ear
piece. "Come on out."

    Amantra worked his way toward the door. Was about to duck out when the
dance boss caught up to him.

   "Come on," he said. "One of our clients has taken a bit of a shine to
you."

   He led Amantra into a back room with nothing in it but a bed.

   "He's very important so don't fuck this up," he told Amantra, then left.

   A short time later one of the costumers from the main table Amantra had
taken a shot of entered the room. He was brown skinned, good looking and
dressed in a long black Arab robe. He said nothing, just walked over to
Amantra turned him around and pushed him down on the bed. Amantra fell on
his belly with the palms of his hands splayed on the bed. And before
Amantra could react his ass was being raped.

   Holding his robe aside with one hand the Arab pressed the other to
Amantra's thick back holding him down while he fucked him hard. His body
slammed against Amantra's fat ass as the Arab's long black cock slid in and
out of him. Amantra didn't struggle. He moaned. His cock grew hard. He took
it in hand to jerk himself off. The Arab brought himself quickly to a
climax and he came inside of Amantra. The hot cum ejaculated into his ass
keyed Amantra's own orgasm and he blew his load on the bed.

   The Arab left without saying a word. Amantra knew he had to get out of
there fast, but his cock was still hard. He tried to cover it with the
front panel of his dance skirt but his cock was too big and there just
wasn't enough material.

   "Shit," Amantra swore.

   He peeked out the door. No one was in the hallway. Spotted a back door
and made a run for the alley. Made the street as the Bureau agent pulled
up.

   "Get in," the agent said. "Are you okay Professor Faux?" He asked.

   Amantra took stock of himself as he attempted to cover up his cock.

   "Yes. I'm fine thank you."

   The agent drove him back to the dance company where Amantra changed back
into his street clothes. Then he dropped Amantra back at his hotel where
some members of the lead group were still working. Next morning they would
all be aboard Lord Caulton's yacht en route to Lisamon Island in the middle
of the Arabic Sea.

   End of part four.