Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:28:13 -0400
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: Tomb Raider Part One

Tomb Raider Two
The Continuing Adventures of Amantra Faux (part one)
by Sasha Steele

   The red color Mercedes gravity-drive speedster reduced speed as it
descended to street level in Old Town. It followed slowly along the dimly
lit street, hovered, then settled onto its foot pads in one of the few open
parking spots on the street. The rain had stopped but the streets were
still wet. It was dark, darker than usual for eight PM, probably due to the
heavy cloud cover.

   The driver's-side door lifted upward with a low mechanical whine. A foot
in an ankle high, laced black boot with a slight platformed sole and six
inch high heel stepped out onto the wet tarmac.  The sensual heavy set leg
the foot belonged to was clad in shiny black spandex tights. The tights
were worn by none other than the beautiful corpulent Archeology Professor
Amantra Faux. A black nylon suite jacket worn over top of a scalped black
lace brassier completed Amantra's clothing ensemble.

   Amantra's beautiful brown eyes were heavily made up in dark mascara, eye
liner and eye shadow. His full, fish-like lips, were painted in a dark
maroon lipstick. Long fingernails a similar maroon color. Amantra's long
black hair was pulled back in a pony tail that issued from a small black
leather Empire cone. Amantra had a bit of a Goth look about him,
appropriate to the surroundings he now found himself in.

   He exited the vehicle in a foul mood. It had been a long day. He was
behind schedule, tired and had to pee real bad. On top of that, this
particular antiquities broker was difficult to deal with at the best of
times, being late would only make it worse. Amantra retrieved a black
briefcase from the passenger seat and hurried across the street to the
broker's shop.  So urgent was the necessity to relieve himself Amantra had
to suppress it by clasping a hand to the rather large cock bulging in the
pineal pouch of his glossy black tights.

   Amantra entered the shop with a tinkle from the small old fashion bell
above the door. The real buzzer was hidden, as were the surveillance
cameras, but Amantra knew they were there and that Smite, the proprietor,
was aware he had entered the shop even though he had not come out from the
back. Instead Smite was watching the monitor with growing interest as
Amantra clasped himself and did a pee dance while impatiently hitting the
bell on the counter.

   Smite hungrily watched Amantra on his monitor. He clicked around for a
perfect back view and zoomed in on Amantra's big round bootie in those
shiny black tights that looked as though they had been spray painted
on. They showed every crack and cranny, every contour and detail of
Amantra's amazing bubble butt, which his nylon suit coat covered not half
of.  Smite clicked around further to find a good view of the massive
bulging cock Amantra was squeezing. He took his time savouring the sexy
assets of the transvestite professor's big curvaceous body. Amantra was
about to leave when finally Smite decided to come out.

  "About fucking time," Amantra snapped. He hated Smite and hated having to
deal with the pervert.

  "You can use the bathroom in back," Smite mocked.

  "Just give me the package," Amantra said as he opened the briefcase one
handed to retrieve the payment.

   Smite purposely hesitated.

  "Very well," Amantra said snapping the briefcase closed again. "I'll let
my client know that you've changed your mind."

   Smite stopped Amantra from leaving. He wanted no trouble. Quickly
concluded the transaction.  Amantra left. Crossed the street. Pee had
already escaped into his tights to spite his best efforts to hold it
off. The Mercedes door opened at his command. He tossed the briefcase
inside and it closed on another command. Amantra walked passed and into the
dark shadows on the street to find a place private enough for him to pee.

  Amantra slipped into a dark area between two buildings. He let go of his
cock, spread his big legs and almost immediately pee gushed through the
penal pouch of his tights.  Amantra stood there in the dark with his hands
splayed on his heavy thighs. His head was cocked back, eyes closed and
mouth open as he breathed a long sigh of relief. The heavy stream of warm
urine splashed noisily on the cement between his boots. Amantra peed nearly
two minutes until finally he had emptied himself. Wiped his tights with a
tissue and left.

   That same night as Amantra was getting ready for bed the lobby intercom
buzzed. He was sitting at his vanity in a white satin nightie and bone
color high heel slippers with pretty white bows on them. The nightie's
satiny white panties were plain. They were pulled up high over his huge ass
and onto his fat gut. The leg holes were low cut, the penal pouch
roomy. The loose sleeveless top had wide shoulder straps and just a bit of
embroidering on the straight neck line. The nightie was made to fit
comfortably.  Amantra contemplated his beautiful reflection in the mirror
while a male handmaid brushed out his long curls. Another handmaid took the
intercom and reported to Amantra he had a visitor. It was the Baroness
Arabella of Blithe.

   "Show his ladyship in," Amantra told his handmaid, and to the other
said, "fetch my robe."

    The brush-satin robe was a white on white floral mid length, very
stylish. Amantra stood allowing the handmaid to slip it over his heavy
shoulders and tie the sash on his fat paunch while Amantra lifted his long
tresses out of the way before shaking them out over the robe. He then went
to greet the Baroness at the door. They embraced and exchanged a polite
kiss on the cheek.

   The Baroness had on a three quarter length fur coat, buttoned. He wore
black nylon stockings with a seam in back, and black patent six inch
pumps. His strikingly beautiful green eyes were heavily made up with black
mascara, eye liner and eye shadow. Lips and nails in maroon. The Baroness's
shoulder length red hair was straight cut with blunt bangs.

   When last Amantra saw him they were at the gala evening for the opening
of the science wing at the Institution. That evening the Baroness had worn
a much more elegant wig than this one; auburn in color, done up in
elaborate curls with a black feather fascinator to match the long black
gown he had on. Amantra remembered the great interest the Baroness had
shown in the occult artifacts that
 were on display that evening.

   "To what do I owe the honer of this visit?" Amantra asked.

   "You have something that belongs to me Professor Faux," the Baroness
said in his posh accent.

   Amantra cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.

   "The Transmandin Organis," the Baroness said. "You obtained the book
earlier this evening."

   "For a client," Amantra said.

   "Whatever," the Baroness said. "Do you have it now?"

   "No."

   "Then I shall need to know where it is."

   "I'm sorry Baroness, but I can't breach that confidentiality."

   "Perhaps I can persuade you."

   The Baroness unbuttoned his coat, let it drop to the floor revealing
that he wore nothing underneath but his expensive designer lingerie. The
black lingerie consisted of a corset with sculpted lace brassier and garter
belts. His hard nine inch cock bulged the penal pouch of the matching
delicate lace panties.  The smooth flowing curves of his body belied its
firmness, evident of a continuing struggle between the gym and the soft
decadent life style of a Baroness. Except for eyelashes and eyebrows the
Baroness's body was completely devoid of hair, including head hair, which
of course is why he wore a wig. His body showed extensive tattooing in
elaborate designs indicative of a more base life before he became the Baron
of Blithe's manwife and gained his title of Baroness.

   He took Amantra in his arms and kissed him. "I mean to have that book,"
he said, pressing his hard cock against Amantra's fat body, which caused an
immediate rise. He stepped back to open Amantra's robe and was mildly
shocked at the size of the bulge in the cock pouch of Amantra's nightie
panties. He had only met the professor on one other occasion and Amantra
was wearing a full skirted pink dress that hid this thing. The Baroness
stroked it through Amantra's nightie panties bringing the monster to its
full length and thickness.

   He sank to his knees, freed Amantra's massive hardon from the confines
of its pantie pouch and took the huge cock into his mouth. The Baroness had
sucked a lot of cocks to rise to his present station in life. This was, he
noted, the largest cock he'd ever had in his mouth.  He noted to that the
professor was easily aroused. It would be a simple matter to get from him
what the Baroness needed to know.

   Amantra tilted his back and with his eyes closed breathed out a long,
"ahhhhhhhhhhh," as the sexy Baroness sucked his cock. He'd been horny as
hell and that, along with all the rain, was probably why he'd been so
miserable all day. "Sssssssssss," Amantra hissed drawing a long breath
through his teeth.  He needed his big cock sucked. "Mmmmmmmmm." And the
Baroness was so dam good at it he was going to make Amantra cum.

   The Baroness slid his tongue along the sensitive area on the bottom side
of the neck just behind the cock head causing Amantra to moan with
elation. He took the plump shaft as deep into his mouth as he could getting
even more reaction for his efforts. Every once in awhile the Baroness would
stop sucking Amantra's cock and remove it from his mouth. He would lick
under the cock head, draw his wet tongue down the expanse of its shaft to
Amantra's incredibly large balls and lick there as well. Then pressing the
throbbing brute against the side of his face would ask Amantra seemingly
unimportant questions as his hand slid gently up and down the long thick
cock shaft.

   The Baroness had asked many questions and received enough information to
know where Amantra had taken the book. In the in term he had worked the
corpulent archeology professor into a climatic state of arousal, Amantra
was on the verge of an orgasm. The Baroness had Amantra's cock back in his
mouth and was contemplating these matters when suddenly Amantra clasped
hold the back of his head and shoved his massive cock so far into the
Baroness's throat that he choking him. But before the Baroness could react
Amantra came in a hard hot torrent and now he wasn't just choking but
drowning as well.

   Spent, Amantra released his hold. The Baroness stood. He wiped some
escaped cum from his chin and licked it from his finger. He was still
hard. His cock tenting his black lace panties to their fullest. He pressed
it into Amantra as he kissed him. Amantra savoured the taste of his own
cum. He wanted the Baroness to fuck him, but instead the Baroness picked up
his fur coat, bid Amantra good by and left.

   A bit later on, as Amantra lay in bed waiting for sleep to overtake him,
he thought about the Baroness's surprise visit. No doubt the Baroness had
used sex to extract in formation from him about the book. Amantra thought
carefully and concluded that in the throws of his passion he had not leaked
out any pertinent information.  'None at all', Amantra said to himself as
he gently stroked the growing hardon through the silky penal pouch material
of his nightie panties. 'None at all'.

End of part one