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.