Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 15:30:46 -0500
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: Amantra Faux (part three)

Amantra Faux, Transvestite Tomb Raider (part three) by Sasha Steele

   Archeology Professor Amantra Faux was still in his underwear when his
personal secretary informed him that the transport was ready. Amantra's
underwear consisted of glossy white tights that fit his corpulent lower
body like a second skin and a white brazier with lace details on the low
contour breast pads. On his feet Amantra wore bone colored platform sandals
with six inch heels
 over his tights. They were open toed and double strapped around his thick
ankles.

   His makeup was done - silver lipstick, sparkly grey eye shadow. His long
fingernails had white French detailing. He wore a bit of white-gold
jewelry; earrings, necklace, bracelet and rings on his stubby fingers. He
was ready except for his dress, and his long hair that at the last minute
he had decided to put in a Dutch braid.

   Amantra sat at his vanity admiring himself in the mirror while a male
maid in a skimpy maid's uniform put the finishing touches on the
braid. Even though he was fat Amantra thought himself beautiful. His dark
eyebrows arched upward then to the side over his pretty brown eyes. Those
brown eyes, his curly black hair, full lips and perfect nose, all remnants
of a long gone Italian connection. His pretty face, though fleshy with a
bit of a double chin due to his overweightedness, was flawless. No wonder
he was sitting there with a hard on.

   When his maid had finished with the braid Amantra got up to view himself
in the surround mirror. His shinning white tights showed every detail of
his sexy full figure. From ass to toes Amantra's legs were heavy, thick and
smooth. They tights showcased every curve of his huge bubble butt - the
deep crevice between two globular masses that pushed together like slightly
deflated basket balls, the half crescent cleft at their underside.

   With their wide sculpted lace waistband pulled up on his belly Amantra's
tights covered the bottom portion of his protruding gut. They clung to the
underside of it and to the fleshy pubis mound tucked in below it. And best
of all, Amantra's bright white tights embraced his enormous erection,
showing off the weighty double bulge of his round capacious scrotum and the
abnormally thick foot long shaft that tapered down to tender head that
projected outward a few inches from its end on a slight upturned angle.

   Amantra took hold of the erection in his tights and slid his soft pudgy
hand down its length. He liked the feel of the satiny smooth material
against it.

   "Get my dress," he ordered.

   Amantra's mini dress was of a silken silver-white material. It had long
sleeves with puffed shoulders and turned up cuffs, a tight collar and
buttons down the front.  It fitted with a loose flair.  A maid helped him
into it. The front hem draped delicately over the shaft of the erect cock
that projected out in front of him. Amantra daintily pinched the hem
holding the flaring dress slightly away from his voluptuous body as he
turned around to check himself in the mirror and he liked what he saw.

   "My coat."

   His maids helped Amantra slip into a huge white fur coat that buttoned
up the front. Amantra brought his long braid to the outside of it as they
did him up. He could feel the weight of the coat against his erection. That
felt good. He flipped the hood up. His beautiful face was all but hidden in
the bulk of it. And he was finally ready to go.

   They were heading north. The Bureau had procured the release of Dana
Dollman who was supposedly an expert on the uncharted section of jungle
where Amantra had to go. "We need him," agent Daxx had told Amantra. "But
he's not happy with the Bureau, so you may have to use your charm to
persuade him to cooperate."

   The prison was cold when Amantra walked in with his personal secretary
and a guard escort.  Political prisoners like Dana Dollman were kept
separated from the general population of criminals.  Those inmates were
crowded into two rows of tiered cells with a wide corridor between them. A
corridor down which Amantra and company now walked to a chorus of whistles,
jeers and cat calls.

   The political prisoner section was better; well lit, private cells and a
lot warmer. Dana Dollman was laying on his bed with nothing on but blue
prison issue panties and bra, and black prison boots. The click of high
heels on the cement floor and commotion from the other side told Dana that
he had company. At least he assumed it was for him, being the only inmate
in this section.

  The Bureau had authorized a million dollar bribe to procure Dana
Dollman's services. The assignment was that important to them. Amantra was
sure he could persuade him to cooperate.  The guard opened up admitting
them into Dana's cell.

   Though not at all well muscled, unlike Beau Daxx, Dana Dollman was cute
in a sissy sort of way.  He wasn't fat, just a bit chubby and his hairless
body was as soft and smooth as a baby's bum. He was shorter than Amantra,
even without the three inch advantage Amantra's heels had over his
chunk-heeled prison boots. Dana had blond hair cut to the nap of his neck.
His Innocent blue eyes were attractive as were his full pouting lips. Dana
stood to great his visitors.

   Still hidden beneath that bulky fur coat Amantra loomed large. His
personal secretary handed Dana one of Amantra's business cards. Amantra
flipped the hood down, extended a hand to introduce himself and got right
to the point.

   "I'm Amantra Faux. The Bureau requires your services. I'm authorized to
have you released into my custody. You will be pardoned and paid one
million dollars when the assignment is completed."

   "Ha. Like I'm going to believe anything the Bureau says. My pardon and
the million up front and we have a deal."

   "Done," Amantra said. "That was easy considering I was told you wouldn't
cooperate at all. And I was so looking forward to trying to persuade you."

   Amantra opened his coat, let it slide from his shoulders onto the floor.
His hard on was back with a vengeance. It had returned the moment he set
foot in the prison. Dana's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight
of the monster clad in white tights sticking out menacingly from under
Amantra's mini dress. He knew now why the front of Amantra's fur coat had
stuck out on a peculiar angle down there when he first walked in his
cell. Amantra stepped in close to Dana pressing a hand into his crotch. The
reaction in Dana's cock was immediate.

   "Okay, persuade me," Dana said.

   Amantra embraced him, kissed him passionately, then slowly sank down
onto his knees. Dana's cock was already rock hard and tented the crotch of
his blue prison panties outward. Amantra took hold of it causing a hissing
reaction from Dana. Amantra withdrew Dana's cock through one of his
pantie's leg holes. Then took the sweet little seven inch cock into his
mouth and began to suck him off.

   Dana couldn't believe his luck. He had been couped up in here for over a
month with only his hand and a few guards to satisfy his lust when all of a
sudden in walks this sexy, horse-cocked transvestite offering to free him,
make him rich and now the fat bitch was even giving him a blow job. How
lucky is that?

   One thing though. When it came to giving head, the slutty Archeology
Professor really knew what he was doing. For sure he was going to make Dana
cum, and to Dana's chagrin, it was going to be sooner rather than later.

   Amantra took the full length of Dana's erect cock into his mouth. His
hot tongue lapped Dana's tight bag. All the while, as he sucked Dana's
cock, Amantra was stroking his own incredible cock through his tights and
he too shared Dana's dilemma. He too was about to cum. He couldn't stop it
and so began to jerk himself in earnest.

   Suddenly Amantra pulled Dana's cock out of his mouth trapping it against
his own face. Dana could feel the hot breath against his balls from
Amantra's open mouth as his excitement escalated and he expiated his
elation. "Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh," Amantra breathed.

   Precum dripped from his cock, seeped through his tights and dripped on
the floor. Then the whole prison must have heard him as he almost shouted,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." A torrent of steaming hot cum discharged from his
massive cock and burst through his tights onto the floor between Dana's
black prison boots.

   That little interlude had made Dana's situation worse. He was desperate
now. So as soon as Amantra returned his cock to his mouth Dana grasp the
top of his head and began to violently mouth fuck him. In no time at all
Dana reached a climax. He pushed his cock as far down Amantra's throat as
he possibly could and holding him there discharged his pent up load.

   Amantra swallowed it all then cleaned Dana's cock, licking head, shaft
and balls as though he were starving. He returned Dana's cock to its pantie
pouch, then got up off his knees. They embraced and kissed each other.

   "I hope I persuaded you," Amantra said.

   "You are very persuasive," Dana replied.

   "Let's go," Amantra said as his personal secretary helped him into his
fur coat.

   Dana put on a blue denim prison issue mini dress and they left.

   They past through the criminal section to another chorus of whistles,
hoots and shouts of, "show us your cock."

   Near the exit Amantra stopped, turned toward the prison cells and opened
his coat. He delicately pinched the hem of his mini dress, lifted its front
exposing the monstrosity between his legs in its totality. A great cheer
ran up from the cells. Amantra spread his heavy legs and bore down to
release his bladder. A few dribbles found their way through his tights
followed immediately by a torrent of piss that splashed noisily on the
cement floor.

     Amantra peed a long time amid shouts of approval from the general
population. A large puddle of piss had formed at his feet. Finished,
Amantra threw a kiss to the prisoners, turned and left followed by his
entourage.

   End of part three