Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2013 18:56:43 -0400 From: Sasha steele Subject: transvestite tomb raider three Transvestite Tomb Raider (part three) By Sasha Steele Amantra Faux always travelled with two man servants to attend his needs. Only one other member of the group had a servant. The rest none. Lord Caulton had assigned two chamber maids to each of them so now Amantra had four man servants in skimpy maid uniforms to fuss over him as they dressed the professor for dinner. Amantra loved being fussed over. Sitting at his vanity Amantra leaned back on the soft cushioned chair while two man-maids removed a high heel slipper and pulled a stocking onto his heavy leg exposed through the opening in the long silver robe he had on. They replaced the slipper with a dress shoe then repeated the process on Amantra's other leg. His man-maids then proceeded to draw Amantra's panties over his feet and up his now nylon clad legs. They begged their Manstress stand that they may draw his panties completely up. Amantra stood. A man-maid in front undid the sash to his robe and two in back drew it off his thick shoulders. They pulled the panties over his massive ass, his thick hips and up onto his protruded gut so that its lower portion was covered by the smooth silky material. They made sure that the center portion of the seat sank deeply into the cleft between his cheeks, the material even from side to side. They fussed over his stockings making sure they were drawn up tight to his crotch, the back seams were straight and that his panties penis pouch was set perfectly to the front of them. When Amantra was satisfied that all was in order he sat down again facing his vanity and placed his pudgy hands delicately over his naked man tits. Amantra could feel their hard nipple buds against his soft palms. He moved his hands in small circles causing a further reaction in his nipples. Two man-maids stood obediently behind Amantra patiently waiting with his brassier at the ready while their Manstress toyed with his nipples. Amantra was thick chested. His man tits were fleshy though not overly fat given Amantra's overweightedness. Amantra took his hands from his chest raising them slightly so that his man-maids could put his brassier on him. They brought the brassier over Amantra's fat arms and shoulders snugged it to his chest and did it up in back. They put his jewelry on him; an elaborate brown stone and gold necklace with matching earrings and bracelet and gold finger rings. Amantra's long black hair was set in loose curls. His eye shadow was earth tone. His mascara and eye liner were black and heavy. His lips and fingernails were painted brown. He stood, turned in front of the mirror admiring himself in his expensive designer lingerie while a man-maid fetched his party dress. Amantra's sexy brassier and panties set was a light dusty brown color. The brassiere's chest pads featured brocade lace detailing as did the wide waist band of his panties The stockings were a light brown color. Their elastic tops had the same lace detailing as his underwear. His shoes were brown suede formal pumps with six inch heels. The dress was easier to don over head than to step in to, so it was drawn over Amantra's head, slipped into place, zipped up the back and it fit his corpulent body like a glove. The designer dress had a plunging neck line and thin shoulder straps that left the top of Amantra's brassier chest pads exposed and failed to adequately hid its straps. But then that just added to the sensuality of it. The formal dinner dress was a light brown color with glittering sequence on it. The sleeveless bodice fit snugly to Amantra's thick torso leaving his heavy arms and shoulders bare. The long skirt was made of two panels - one front, one back. The top of the back panel attached to the waist at the sides of Amantra's gut. It followed the contour of his big round butt and fell to below the knee. The top of the front panel overlapped the back one. It followed the contour of Amantra's protruding stomach and it too fell below the knee. The unmistakable bulge of Amantra's massive cock was clearly visible in the front panel. The guest list numbered over forty as there were others involved in the LISA Expedition, though their part was behind the scene. Amantra sat at the head table. An orchestra played soft background music as the various guests chatted with those closest to them. Amantra took the opportunity to chat up the German symbolist Wolf Hunt but he was none responsive. Lord Caulton's man-wife was in attendance sitting beside him at the table. Ladyman Caulton was a beautiful redhead who weighed around four hundred pounds. It seemed to Amantra that His Ladyship kept the randy Lord in line. Amantra was glad for the distraction so that he could mingle freely with the other guests and get to know his team members better. After dinner they retired to the drawing room for drinks, games, entertainment and more socializing. They were all in a party mood. Amantra was enjoying himself. The drinking was gaining on him. He had to pee and so excused himself to take some air in the extensive garden that surrounded the Manor House. A glass of wine in hand Amantra wondered out on to the beautiful terrace. His heels clicked on the stone path as Amantra descended the stairs and walked into the garden. He hadn't gone far when he heard the click of a second set of heels behind him. Sir Manard introduced himself to Amantra as a Bureau agent. They strolled together to a quiet section of the garden. He took Amantra's report and issued him with further instructions. By the time they had finished the exchange Amantra's back teeth were floating. Sir Manard must have noticed him squirming. "I had best get back to the party," he said, ending their encounter. "Enjoy your stroll in the garden Professor Faux." As soon as Sir Manard left Amantra clutched the bulge in his dress and hurried into a small cove cut through the thick hedge. He pulled his dress up and sat down with his panties against a stone bench. He spread his thick legs and released his pee. It gushed through the material of his panties penis pouch in a torrent that splashed noisily on ground. Amantra sighed with the pleasure of his relief. Finished pissing Amantra wiped his wet panties with a tissue, dropped it in the puddle and got up. He straightened his dress and wondered back to the party. Caulton Manor's guest's apartments each had a name tag on the door designating who was temporarily residing inside. Ladyman Caulton had arranged the guest quarters with great care. Members of the LISA Expedition's control group were sequestered together in one section. When Amantra returned to the party Sir Hilary Synden, the head of the RAS and the person designated to lead the the expedition in the field kept him occupied for the remainder of the evening. Like Amantra, Sir Hilary was an archaeologist, so they had a lot in common and hit it off remarkably well. Sir Hilary's apartment was located directly across the hallway from Amantra's. Sir Hilary was an attractive chunky blond. His straight hair was parted in the middle and hung down onto shoulders. His bright blue eyes were lightly made up. Dark eyebrows rose in an ark above them. He had fine features, shapely lips and a nice smile. He wore a sexy black party gown that, even with its relaxed fit still showed the contour of his round bum and the ridge-like bulge of his cock. He wore black nylons and black leather pumps, red lipstick and nail polish. After the party they walked back to their rooms together. Amantra was a bit tipsy when Sir Hilary kissed him in front of his door. "An hour then," he said. "One hour," Amantra repeated. "See you then." He kissed Sir Hilary once more and went inside. After Amantra moved his bowels his maids undressed him, removed his jewelry and combed out his long black hair. They had redressed him in a long light silver dressing gown, high heeled slippers and nothing else. Meanwhile across the hall Sir Hilary had pared down to just his lingerie with a shear black negligee worn over top. His all black lingerie consisted of brassier, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels. They sat together on a plush love seat sipping wine, faining decorum, which quickly gave way to their lust. Amantra had an erection and it took no time at all for Sir Hilary's hand to find it. With one hand on Amantra's hard cock Sir Hilary used his other to draw Amantra to his lips. They kissed passionately, their tongues tasting each other. "I want to suck your cock," Sir Hilary said when they finally broke the kiss. "And I want to cum in your mouth," Amantra purred in his low sultry voice. "Perhaps then we can accommodate one another," Sir Hilary said as he stood. The penis pouch of Sir Hilary's panties were tented straight out with a substantial erection. He helped Amantra to his feet. They kissed again, long and hard, all the while mashing their hard cocks together. Amantra broke off the kiss. He stepped back, slipped his thumbs under the sash of his silk dressing gown and slowly pulled outward to undo it. The dressing gown opened and Amantra let it slip from his heavy shoulders onto the floor. He lifted his long curly hair, tilted his head back and shook it down his broad naked back. He squared his lips exposing clenched teeth as he slowly drew his soft hands down from his chest, where he had cupped them over his nipples, to the sides of his big belly giving Sir Hilary ample time to drink in the beauty of his voluptuous body. Sir Hilary's eyes drank it all in then settled on the erect monster that protruded so far outward from underneath the shelf of Amantra's fat gut. He was mesmerized by it. "Come on," Amantra said taking hold Sir Hilary's hand and leading him to the bed. Amantra crawled onto the bed, rolled onto his back and spread his big legs that were bent at the knee. Sir Hilary climbed between Amantra's huge thighs. He hunkered down on his knees, took Amantra's massive cock in hand and began to stroke it. Amantra liked that. He liked it even better when Sir Hilary took it in his mouth to suck him off. Sir Hilary deep throated Amantra's big horse cock as best he could manage with the size of it and all. He deep throated, licked and stroked and sucked giving Amantra a great blow job. Sir Hilary was good at giving blow jobs. Eventually all Sir Hilary's efforts took effect. As Amantra neared a climax he became more animated, arching to bring his big hips off the bed; and more vocal moaning a chant as he arched and squirmed around on the bed. Nearing the tipping point Amantra grasped Sir Hilary by the back of his head and thrust his big hips attempting to bury his hard throbbing cock down Sir Hilary's throat. Amantra cried out as he came deep in Sir Hilary's throat. Sir Hilary's head snapped back reflexively, but Amantra held him so that the end of his cock was still in Sir Hillary's mouth. Amantra took hold of his cock and pumped out buckets of his sweet cum. Somehow Sir Hilary managed to swallow it all. Amantra collapsed back onto the bed. Sir Hilary took over stroking his shaft as he licked it clean. He licked Amantra's massive balls, and in behind them. Then he pushed Amantra's legs up so that his knees were toward his head to get at his hole. Amantra moaned with pleasure as Sir Hilary sucked his ass. Sir Hilary ate Amantra that way for a while before he got in to position on his knees to fuck him. He freed the ten inch hardon from its pantie pouch. His hard cock found Amantra's hole and Sir Hilary fucked him with gusto until he came. End of part three.