Tomb Raider Two The Continuing Adventures of Amantra Faux (part two) by Sasha Steele
Archeology Professor Amantra Faux was sitting in his office at the University going over some papers when the secretary buzzed and told him that someone from the Bureau wished to see him.
Amantra had on a smart ice-blue color skirt suite that looked almost a light-light grey or mauve, or even a very light egg shell blue. Under it he wore an elegant powder-blue bra and pantie set. On his smooth heavy-set legs Amantra wore nude tone stay up nylons. And on his feet were six inch pumps in a Bondi blue color. His hair was pulled back in a stylish French braid. Makeup, a toned down silvery blue.
With its buttons done up the short cut blazer fit snugly to Amantra, thick torso. After a rather heavy lunch Amantra wished he had worn a blouse so that he could at least undo it. But he hadn't. As usual Amantra's skirt was extremely short so he sat with just the material of his panties between his ass and the chair seat, just the way he liked it. His substantial assets, unusually large cock and balls, were impossible to hide, so Amantra simply flaunted them. Better than two thirds of his enormous pantied cock showed below the hemline when he stood. More when he sat with his big legs apart, as he was sitting now.
"I'll be right out," Amantra replied.
He stood, stretched his lower back. Then, out of habit, he tugged at the hem of his short skirt and ran his hands across the globes of his huge ass as if to smooth out his skirt before he shuffled off to the main office.
When Amantra entered the main office he was happy to find that it was Beauson Daxx, his favourite Bureau agent, that wished to see him. Beau was wearing a rather plain tan colored dress with a loose pleated skirt that fell to the knee. He wore a brown suite jacket over it, shear copper color nylon stockings and brown suede high heel shoes that matched his purse. His shoulder length light brown hair was in a short pony tail that jutted up from the top of his head. He wore light makeup and little jewelry.
"Beau," Amantra said a little too informally and then kissed him before he realized. He stepped back, cleared his throat and shook Beau's hand. "Agent Daxx, how good to see you again."
"I'm here on an urgent matter," agent Daxx said. "May I speak to you in private Professor Faux?"
Amantra showed Beau to his office. Closed the door behind them. He turned into Beau's strong arms. They kissed affectionately. Beau's dress had become tented in front with his hardon as he followed Amantra to the office with his eyes focused on the rhythmic rise, fall and sway of Amantra's magnificent bum cheeks. Beau pressed his hard cock into him, the frontage making Amantra's cock begin to expand as well and in no time at all Amantra had an erection that looked twice the size as that of Beau's.
"I need your cock in my mouth right now," Amantra purred.
They turned and backed to the desk. Beau rested his round backside on the edge of it, lifted the loose skirt of his dress and spreed his muscular legs exposing the elasticized lace tops of his stalkings. He wore white panties that matched his brassier. The penal pouch of his panties stood straight up with the erection of his hot nine inch cock. The tip of the pouch was dripping wet with precum.
Amantra sank to his knees. He licked the precum from the tip of Beau's pantie pouch. Took Beau's pantie covered cock into his mouth and began to suck it. Beau wreathed and moaned with the shear eroticism of it. Amantra withdrew Beau's sensuous cock through the leg hole of his panties. It was as straight as an arrow and hard as stone with his bald inverted heart shaped scrotum drawn up tight
to its base. And the treasure throbbed with anticipation as Amantra took it into his watering mouth.
As he continued to suck Beau off, bringing him closer and closer to climaxing a crisis began to build up in Amantra. He too was close to cumming. He reach down and took hold of the quivering monster in his panties. He wanted to make himself cum. But even more he wanted to make Beau cum in his mouth. He had to make Beau cum in his mouth. And so Amantra's hand feverishly worked Beau's shaft while his lips and tongue worked its cock head until Beau could take no more.
Beau stood and holding the front of his dress up with one hand while clasping the other to the back of Amantra's head he began to undulate his powerful hips in a fevered pitch. Amantra liked not only that Beau was ferociously fucking his mouth but that he was so turned on that he was going to blow. And then he did.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Beau growled as his cock exploded in Amantra's mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
He held Amantra's mouth to him as is cock pumped a full load of cum into it. Amantra swallowed it all. Beau had just finished expelling the last of it into him when suddenly Amantra groaned, "fuck, I'm going to cum."
There was an unprompted change of positions. As Amantra got to his feet, Beau sank to his knees and just managed to clasp his lips around Amantra's big beautiful cock as Amantra came in his panties. It was Amantra's turn to frantically work his shaft with one hand while the other clasped the back of Beau's head and he too pumped his load into the other's wanting mouth.
Beau got to his feet. They exchanged a long lingering kiss while exploring the mingled taste of their mixed cum.
"Was that the urgent Bureau business you wanted to see me about?" Amantra asked when they finally broke off the kiss.
"You're going to a cocktail party at castle Blithe." Beau said as he tucked his cock back into his panties penis pouch. Baroness Arabella is holding a private exhibition of his occult artifacts. The Bureau needs to know if this item is among them." He showed Amantra a picture.
"That's the Transmandin amulet," Amantra said recognizing the piece. The Baroness approached me to obtain the Organus describing its ritual."
"Interesting," Beau said. "The head of the Institution will respectfully decline the Baroness's invitation and send you in his place. You may have to snoop around the warehouse in the cavern under the castle. We need to know if the Baroness has that item."
"Okay," Amantra said. They kissed one last time then agent Daxx left.
Saturday evening Amantra arrived in a limo at castle Blithe. He was wearing a black satin party dress. The short dress was gathered in front and back with a rucked waist. The straight cut neck line and gathered shoulder straps adequately hid his brassier. But the bubble skirt of the mini dress failed to hid his panties cock pouch, though it was not quite as exposed as it was with the ice blue mini skirt he wore when Beau Daxx had given him this assignment. The dress showcased Amantra's full figure. It looked classy leaving just enough pantie pouch exposed to be provocative.
On his big legs Amantra wore silky opaque black lace top hold up stockings with seam and heel. He had on classic black patent pumps with six inch heels. Underneath he had on an expensive designer brassier and pantie set also in black. The brassier was custom cut to fit the contours of the pectoral fat on his thick chest. The low contour breast pads featured scalloped lace edging with jacquard detailing and tiny bows.
The panties were medium cut with a high waist and tummy control stomach panel. They featured a lace waist band and lace detailing with bows on the front of the leg holes and at the sides of the stomach panel. The seat panel rose up in a flat bottom V shape with center material pulled deep into Amantra's ass crack. The roomy penis pouch bulged as it was filled to its full capacity with Amantra's enormous cock and balls.
Amantra wore the long black curls of his flowing mane loose. He wore dark eye makeup, grey lipstick and nail polish. He wore a diamond Plastron necklace with matching earrings bracelet and rings. He had on his favourite TransChic perfume and carried a small black handbag.
With help from the chauffeur Amantra climbed out of the limo and entered the huge frontal hall of castle Blithe where a crowd of guests had assembled. The Baroness was surrounded by a group of admirers. He looked resplendent in an elegant green sequin lace ruffle dress with an empire waist, three quarter length sleeves and a V neck line. The dress fell to the knee and its ruffled body fit snug enough to showcase the Baroness's round bum, flat stomach and the ridge-like bulge of his cock.
He wore nude tone hosiery and green patent pumps with six inch heels. His red hair, which was yet another high-priced wig, was done up in an elaborate coiffure arranged with intricate curls interwoven with jewels. The Baroness wore an inordinate amount of jewelry; an elaborate emerald necklace,
matching earrings and bracelets, many finger rings. His lips, nails and eye shadow were silver tone, eye makeup dark.
Amantra took a glass of champagne and some of the hors d' oeuvres that were offered, walked into the ball room where the occult artifacts were displayed. Mingled with the other guests as he searched for the Transmandin amulet.
"Professor Faux," the Baroness said from behind. "How nice to see you again."
Amantra turned, "Baroness." They exchanged a kiss. "You look beautiful," Amantra told him.
"As do you Professor. And I must add, very sexy as well."
"Thank you."
"I hope you are enjoying my little exhibition."
"Very much Baroness, thank you. I'm sorry that I could not disclose my client's name."
"No matter," the Baroness said. "You will excuse me." He left to attend other guests.
Amantra wandered around the ball room. The Transmandin amulet wasn't among the artifacts on display there. He decided to snoop elsewhere. Had to pee anyway. So slipped into a hallway and found his way to a staircase leading down to the cavern warehouse.
The vault below castle Blithe was dank and poorly lit. It was no where near as extensive as the Institutes's warehousing but there was a good number of crates and boxes, as well as open occult artifacts. Amantra wandered around a bit then decided to pee. A little more water wouldn't be noticed in this damp cellar Amantra thought somewhat amused.
Amantra lifted the front of his dress exposing the pretty lace tops of his nylon stockings and all of his panties penis pouch laid against them. He spread his heavy legs and bore down to make his pee flow. It trickled through his panties, formed a solid stream then splashed on the stone floor forming a puddle in beneath him. Amantra's pee felt nice and warm on his cock head as the bottom of his pantie penis pouch saturated.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Amantra hummed as he pissed himself. Amantra took great pleasure in peeing his panties. It was right up there with chocolate cake and stroking his cock through his nightie.
Finished Amantra took up the excess wetness from his pantie pouch with a tissue. He dropped it in the puddle and went off to search the warehouse in earnest, still looking for the Transmandin amulet.
Amantra had been searching about fifteen minutes when he heard voices. He backed into the shadows to hide. And as he did someone grabbed him from behind. Amantra let out a startled scream. A second man came up in front of Amantra grasping him by the arms. They dragged Amantra from the shadows forcing him over a crate. Both were dressed in long crimson robes, their faces obscured in the shadows of their hoods.
"Who are you?" Amantra demanded. "What do you want?"
They said nothing. Amantra felt a light kick to the inside of his ankles, one then the other, an order for him to spread them. Amantra spread his feet in compliance.
Feet spread and bent over the crate Amantra was held there with his arms trapped by his hooded captor in front while the one behind lifted his dress and pulled down his panties. Amantra began to protest but stopped with a gasp when a thick cock was abruptly inserted in his ass. When he gasped another cock was shoved into his open mouth as well.
They fucked Amantra, mouth and ass, with little resistance from him. What could he do? There were two of them. They were strong and muscular. He was their captive. And more than anything else in this world Amantra loved cock. He fell into passive acceptance of the rhythmic undulations of cocks invading his insides. More than just acceptance Amantra revelled in the shear eroticism having both his mouth and ass raped at the same time. The moans and grunts from his captors as they took pleasure from him was electrifying and the feeling of arousal so overpowering that Amantra's enormous cock began to rise and soon it was in a full blown erection.
The cloaked captor behind came first in Amantra's ass followed closely by they other who released a huge load in his mouth. So engrossed in his own need to relieve his throbbing erection Amantra had no thought as to what comes next. How deep was the shit he was in? Did they mean to do him harm? As soon as they released hold on him Amantra grasped his swollen cock and began to urgently masturbate himself.
If they were about to harm him Amantra would never know. As he was bent over the crate frantically working his cock one of the cloaked figures spun around and fell to the floor as he was struck with a quantum light burst bullet. The other took flight with more gun fire following him.
The muscular transvestite in a skimpy maid's uniform who had dispatched the cloaked men came
to Amantra. All of the serving maids at the Baroness's cocktail party looked the same. They were all quite muscular, wore a black and white maid's uniform with a short flaring mini skirt, black stockings with garter belts, short black straight cut wig with blunt bangs and heavy makeup.
"I'm with the Bureau," the agent said.
Amantra looked up and the agent could see the distress on his face. "Help with this," Amantra said with obvious desperation in his voice. He turned and the agent's jaw dropped at the sight of the monster cock in Amantra's hand. "Please," Amantra pleaded.
The agent hesitated a moment. He was new on the job and wasn't sure of the exact proper protocol here, but he was assigned to assist the professor any way he could. The agent in the maid's uniform dropped to his knees. Amantra stood in front of him still madly working his cock. The agent open his mouth and Amantra shoved it in. No sooner had the agent closed his lips around it when Amantra came. Amantra masturbated a load so large into the agent's mouth that the agent gaged causing some of it to run down his chin.
Amantra had just finished emptying himself when they heard more voices in the cavern warehouse. With the agent's help Amantra got his panties pulled up and clothing straightened out. They made their way back upstairs and rejoined the cocktail party as if nothing had happened. Amantra had not located the Transmandin amulet, but he had seen enough to know what the Baroness was up to. He would write up a report and send it off to the Bureau on Monday. In the mean time Amantra thought he might as well enjoy the food and drink that was being offered.
Except for glass slippers the Baroness stood naked in front of his mirror. After the last of his guests had left the Baroness had retired to his boudoir were chamber maids had undressed him and removed his jewelry and wig. His body was solid, his muscles strong although not overly large. And though he
constantly trained to keep his weight down the Baroness's muscles were not rippling but covered with a layer of soft adipose.
The extensive tattooing decorating the Baroness's smooth skin was all one color - red. The designs were some sort of hieroglyph that began at the base of his skull, covered his entire back, his sides and stomach. There was some tattooing on his chest below the nipples. The designs flowed over his hips and part way his thighs leaving his lower legs and bum bare. They covered some of his shoulders and upper arms.
Examining his image in the mirror the Baroness saw that his face was strikingly beautiful, especially his hypnotic green eyes. And his sexy male body was shapely with a flat stomach and nice round bum. His pretty nine inch cock was hard and stood pointing slightly upward.
The Baroness was not alone in his boudoir. As a chamber maid helped him slip into a long crimson robe the man standing behind him spoke. "I told you that snooping professor was nothing but trouble. He has ties to the Bureau, Arabella. We have to do something about him."
The Baroness turned to the man - a very influential Senator named Dane Ransome - and embraced him. He pressed the hardness tenting his robe against a similar tenting in the Senator's skirt. Don't worry my sweet," the Baroness said. "I have plans for our dear Professor Faux. Then never again will he trouble anyone." The Baroness kissed him passionately on the lips then sank to his knees and lifted the Senator's skirt.
End of part two