Transvestite Tomb Raider (part one)
By Sasha Steele
Though themselves mostly upper middle class, the patrons sitting at tables behind the iron scrolled railing that sectioned off the sidewalk patio of the trendy cafe' from the street took notice when Prince Alexandran's white stretch limo pulled up in front. The royal insignia on the hood told them who the vehicle belonged to and so they watched as the chauffeur open the passenger door only to be disappointed when the prince's personal secretary stepped out.
Though quite warm the prince's secretary was dressed in formal business attire. The tight fitting skirt suit was dark blue. He wore nylons and heels. His shinny black hair was pulled back in a tight knot at the back of his head. His facial features were sharp, not especially pretty though not homely either. His complexion was dark brown. Makeup and jewelry light. He entered the enclosure and spotted Professor Amantra Faux right away. It wasn't at all difficult to spot him.
Amantra was wearing a white brocade mini dress that fit snugly to the generous curves of his big beautiful body. The dress had a portrait neckline with wide shoulder straps leaving his fleshy arms bare. Because of the warm temperature Amantra wore no hosiery on his smooth heavy set legs. Underneath he had on a white pantie and bra set and had on high teetering platforms with white leather straps and cork soles. His long black curly hair was loose and airy. His nails and lips were done a white-silver. Makeup light. A bit of silver and white costume jewelry completed his ensemble.
The mini dress was shamefully short. So short in fact that the penis pouch of Amantra's plain white panties was fully exposed below its hem line as he sat with his heavy thighs spread. The stitched seam of the panties penis pouch drawn tight to the crotch behind his scrotum lifted Amantra's huge balls foreword with his big thick cock in what appeared to be a semi erection draped over them. Given its length the semi-erection-like fullness stretched Amantra's penis pouch to its full capacity. And that was just the normal flaccid state of Amantra's wonderful monster cock.
"Professor Faux I presume," the prince's secretary said extending a hand. "I am Prince Alexandran's personal secretary, Inman."
Amantra stood and shook Inman's hand.
"If you will accompany me Professor Faux, the Prince awaits."
Amantra slung his purse over one heavy shoulder and climbed into the back set of the limo. The cool interior was a welcome respite from the dessert heat. They exited the city and arrived at the Prince's royal palace within an hour. The chauffeur helped Amantra out of the limo and he followed Inman into the palace for his private meeting with Prince Alexandran.
The Prince looked resplendent reclining on an elegant lounger. He was attired in white Arab robes with elaborately detailed gold trimming. His long black hair was entwined with presious stones and gold braiding. He wore much jewelry of diamond encrusted gold. Rings on every finger, a multitude of necklaces and bracelets, earrings and exotic facial studding. His exceptionally long fingernails were gold, as were his toenails, which could be seen through the open toed, high heeled, golden strapped sandals he wore.
Unlike Inman, Prince Alexandran's facial features were strikingly beautiful. His smooth brown skin was flawless. Heavy dark makeup - eye liner, mascara, eye shadow - made his beautiful dark eyes even more striking. Everything about Prince Alexandran - his lush gilded appearance, lavish surroundings, the sprawling palace - it all oozed extravagance, indulgence and excess in an otherwise poor country that was ripe with open rebellion.
The prince had insisted that he meet Professor Faux personally, and privately. "To reward him for for all he had done," the prince had said. Amantra did agreed to meet the prince even though Beau Daxx had thought it a bad idea. But, we are getting ahead of ourselves. So let's go back and start at the beginning.
(Three weeks ago in Amantra Faux's apartment)
Amantra's long black hair was pinned up in a heap on top of his head. He was naked as he reclined in his spacious bath tub. The soothing bubbles danced about his thick-set chest as the water jets gently massaged his soft corpulent flesh. Amantra placed a hand on his fat belly and gently rubbed it. He was stuffed having just returned from a swanky restaurant where Amantra had dined with one of his students. His belly was tight and felt hard beneath the outer layer of soft fat.
His belly wasn't the only thing that was hard beneath the bubbles. Amantra's hand went from the swell of his bloated belly to the massive erection between his legs while his foot explored the hard cock of the student, Aryia, who had shared supper with him. Who now shared the bath with him and soon would share his bed.
"I shouldn't have ate so much," Amantra said.
"I love to watch you eat Professor F. You make it look so sensuous," Aryia rejoined.
Amantra thought of the restaurant as he continued to rub Aryia's hard cock with his foot. Sitting across the table from him dressed in his skimpy school uniform, encouraging Amantra to pig out. 'As if I need encouragement,' Amantra thought. Then when they got up to leave and he saw the hardon tenting Aryia's white panties out beyond the confines of the Argyle mini skirt of his uniform he knew why and so invited Aryia to stay for the night.
Those sexy school uniforms are to die for Amantra thought, the blue knee socks, the mini tartan, the white blouse and Argyle tie. The navy blazer with their school emblem on the breast pocket. Aryia had worn his with the jacket open, the blouse untucked, top buttons open, tie loosened. And when he had stripped out of it, deliberately putting on a show, kicking off his black chunky heeled school shoes, dropping the jacket, paring down to just panties and bra, still with a ragging hardon, Amantra almost came in his pants.
Amantra had worn a brown pant suit. His hard cock had tented the pant's penis pouch straight out. He had taken Aryia in his arms and pressed his hardness into Aryia's own. He'd drawn his soft manicured hands across the smooth material of breast pads of Aryia's brassier. Felt the fine soft material against the firmness of Aryia's athletic pecs. They'd kissed and caressed before Amantra decided that they bathe together.
Getting out of the tub they were dried off and then massaged by Amantra's entourage of man maids. They both sat in long silk robes wearing high heel bone and mink slippers while their hair was combed out before finally retiring to Amantra's bed.
Amantra stopped before the bed and turned Aryia toward him. Both their robes wear tented. Amantra ran his hand through Aryia's shoulder length blond hair. "You're so pretty," he said. They kissed. Amantra opened Aryia's robe. It fell to the floor and Amantra sank to his knees after it.
Aryia's hard cock was a solid nine incher that stood up on an angle above the horizontal plain. He had a full tight bag that was now tucked up tight to its shaft. Amantra deep throated it immediately and Aryia almost came in his mouth right there and then. He held, wanting to prolong his pleasure while Amantra worked to have him do just the opposite, to make Aryia cum in his mouth. He sucked hard, deep throated him again. Aryia threw his head back and moaned.
For a long time Aryia had fantasised being blown by Professor Faux, whom although fat was considered by far the sexiest professor at the university. He'd fantasised being fucked by the monster cock between his beloved professor's legs. Hell, the professor flaunted it so much that everyone wanted it. Aryia grabbed Amantra by the head and came hard in his mouth.
Amantra drank all the cum that Aryia had to offer. He stood. Let his robe slip to the floor. His monster hardon was throbbing. Precum oozed from its slit. He kissed Aryia. Turned him around. Bent him over. Amantra got back down on his knees and went to work with his tongue in Aryia's ass.
Everything Aryia had ever thought of Professor Faux was true, his fantasies,the stories he'd heard, all of it. Professor F, as the students affectionately called him, was simply amazing. Aryia was preoccupied with his thoughts and the erotic pleasure he felt as Amantra tongued him. So caught up in it in fact that when Amantra inserted his monster cock into him Aryia was mildly startled, even a bit afraid. But still he wanted it.
"Arrrrrrrgh!" Aryia groaned as Amantra rammed his massive cock into him. "Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh."
Amantra fucked Aryia, gently at first, then aggressively quickly bringing himself to climax. He drew back so that just the end portion of his massive cock remained fucking Aryia's ass, which felt to Aryia about the same as a normal cock would. Amantra started masturbated himself. His hand began to move frantically. He was close. He tilted his head back. Opened his mouth.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh." It was almost a chant. Then abruptly Amantra took hold of Aryia's hips and thrust himself deeply into his ass. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" he shouted as he came inside him. Aryia felt his insides rupture as Amantra came. The heat and pressure were as unbearable as the ecstasy was pleasurable. He whimpered and moaned while Amantra emptied himself in him.
They were in their nighties, sipping whine and talking before heading to bed when the phone rang. Amantra took it. It was the Bureau.
End of part one