Transvestite Tomb Raider The Case of the Mayan Orb By Sasha Steele
That Professor Amantra Faux needed to pee quite badly was evident by his antics throughout the lecture he gave. By the time the lecture finally ended the professor, more than just doing a pee dance, was openly squeezing his big cock in the penal pouch of his panties. Finally alone, the professor sat his fat ass on the edge of the lecture desk and spread his heavy thighs.
The professor had worn a smart brown skirt suit that day. The short tailed jacket was opened to a white silk blouse with the top buttons undone. The tight skirt was exceedingly short, barely covering his big fat bum. In front it clung to his pot belly and its hemline dropped to the same level as the bottom of the two inch wide elastic lace tops of the Julian coppertone stalkings Amantra had pulled right up into his crotch.
From behind it could be seen that Professor Faux sat with the seat of his white silk panties on the desk, the hemline in back of his skirt gently touching its surface. In front, with his big legs parted, the entire penal pouch of his white panties was exposed. Clinging to the contours of his large round scrotum and long thick cock the bulging penal pouch hung past the edge of the desk in a nine inch cresent that straightened near the blunt end of the cock shaft.
Amantra leaned back with his hands on the desk. He tilted his face toward the ceiling and with eyes closed, opened his mouth and breathed a long sigh of relief as a heavy stream of piss gushed through the panties material at the blunt tip of their penal pouch. Pee splashed noisily on the hardwood floor between Amantra's outspread brown suede pumps.
"Mmmmmmmm," the professor hummed as his bladder emptied. The relief was evident on his beautiful face. Amantra peed a full minute to empty his bladder. Finished he wiped the saturated bottom of his panties penal pouch. Amantra had just dropped the tissue in the large puddle of pee on the floor when his cell buzzed.
"Yes," he said.
It was the secretary. "There are a couple of agents from the Bureau here to see you Professor Faux," the secretary said.
"I'll be right there."
Professor Faux stood and straightened his skirt. He tugged at the hem back and front but it made no difference, the skirt was still too short in back and covered hardly any of the panties penal pouch in front. He gathered up his purse and briefcase and headed to the office.
Beau Dax, the Bureau's agent in charge, waited in the office with a new recruit. The recruit had listened intently as Beau described Professor Amantra Faux and was anxious to meet him. He's really beautiful, Beau had told Adam. He's pretty fat, but yet extremely sexy. Adam had the beginnings of a boner forming under his dress. He couldn't wait to see the big sexy professor who it appeared the entire Bureau was obsessed with.
The click of Amantra's four inch high heels echoed in the hallway of the century old building as he made his way to the office. Amantra was forced to adopt an open stance to allow one huge thigh to glide past the other creating a sexy waddle that made his big butt cheeks bounce up and down and roll side to side in a very sensuous way. It caused the bulky panties penal pouch hanging half way to his knees infront of those heavy thighs to sway side to side as he walked.
When Amantra entered the office Adam saw that his boss had not exaggerated. In fact he had understated the voluptuous professor's sensuous beauty. Beau noticed that Amantra had put on more weight from when they had last met. And though the volumptuous professor was becoming obese the agent in charge thought that Amantra remained highly attractive.
Amantra greeted Beau with a hug and shook the hand of the new recruit when Beau introduced him. Adam, his name Beau said. Amantra held his hand and smiled sensuously. "Pleased to met you Adam," he said. Adam's cock rose to full erection and he hoped the loose skirt of his dress would hide it.
The professor's long curly black hair was pulled up in a French braid which tapered to a tight braid that hung past mid back. His beautiful brown eyes were heavily made-up with black mascara, eyeliner and a gloss earth-tone eyeshadow. The brown lipstick covering his full lips matched the nail polish on his long fingernails. And although Amantra is far from being just plump his shapely fat body Adam would later described as being pleasingly plump.
As striking as the full figured professor was though, it was the massive bulge in Amantra's panties penal pouch on open display that favoured Adam's attention. It was simply enormous. The largest he'd ever seen. Adam was taken aback. He'd stammered his words when greeting Amantra. And nearly came in panties. No wonder his boss was so smitten by the big beautiful archiology professor.
The Bureau had in their possession the golden orb of the Mayans. At least they thought they had it until another had been discovered. They needed Professor Faux to authenticate it. Either it was fake. Or there were two of them, which seemed unlikely. They could get Amantra on a plane in an hour. Put him up in a hotel overnight. Then fly him to their secret warehouse in the desert next day.
Amantra arrived at the hotel around two. He'd unpack, have a bath, then get dressed and have a couple cocktails at the bar before going out for supper. Amantra stood infront of the mirror fusing with his long curls. He'd decided to wear his hair loose. He was wearing an elegant black panties and brassiere set. Black stockings with elaborately laced elasticized tops where drawn up high behind the round bulge of his big balls in the panties penal pouch. On his feet were black hooker stelletos with four inch heels.
Over the last couple of years Amantra had gained a bit of weight on his already corpulent body. His belly, ass and thighs especially were a bit heavier. Well maybe his arms and under his chin had a bit more fat as well. Amantra's weight is well distributed. Even his fingers and toes are thick. As he assessed himself in the mirror, Amantra decided that, more than just pretty damn sexy, he looked drop dead fat fucking gorgeous.
At any rate Amantra would need to wait for his hard-on to abate before he could put his dress on. Amantra took hold of the massive boner in his panties. Mmmmmm, it felt so nice. He turned sideways to the mirror as he slid his hand along the incredibly thick thirteen and a half inch long shaft. The stretch material of his panties penal pouch clung to his shaft and balls. Amantra let go his cock. He didn't want to jerk off just now, so tried not to think about how alluring he was.
His chambermaid, provided by the Bureau, helped Amantra into a black mini dress. Pulled it up his legs and over his still hard cock. Amantra pushed his fat arms through the arm holes and adjusted it over the lacy flat pads of the brasiere against his fleshy chest. The maid worked the zipper in back while Amantra held up his long tresses then shook out the curls over it. The maid then buckled the mini dress's belt tight to Amantra's fat gut.
Amantra turned side to side to check himself in the mirror. The black mini dress was no longer than the brown skirt he had on at the university. His hard-on had begun to abate. Amantra grabbed his purse and headed to the elevator. By the time he reached the lobby his cock will have gone down to its normal semi flaccid state. At least Amantra hoped it would.
Amantra ordered a cocktail in the lobby bar. He sat with his panties against the plush fabric of the bar stool. The hem of his short dress delicately touching the stool. He sat with his legs spread to accommodate their size and the size of the cargo in his pantie pouch between them. He'd just finished his second cocktail when Adam came up to him.
"Professor Faux," Adam said, "we have a flight waiting. Can you come right away?"
"I guess so," Amantra said a bit surprised as he wasn't expecting to leave till the morning.
Within an hour the private Bureau plane rolled up to a giant hangers built into a hill in the the middle of the desert. The doors where open and they disembarked inside. The massive hanger was connected to a sprawling warehouse the extended for miles into the hillside. They boarded a jeep and drove into the warehouse. As the lights clicked on Amantra saw that it was full with rows upon rows of wooden crates, some piled high, others sitting alone.
Sitting in the lobby bar Amantra had vaguely felt the urge to pee and should have went before they had left. His need had escalated to the point where he was sitting in the passenger seat of the Jeep bouncing his knees with a hand buried under his gut to his balls. Adam pretended not to notice as he drove to the area where the Myan orb was stored.
He pulled the Jeep to a stop and went around to help Amantra out. Amantra was openly squeezing his cock now. "You're going to have to excuse me a moment," he said to Adam and waddled over to beside one of the crates.
The crate didn't conceal Amantra from Adam's view. With one hand on the crate, the other holding a loose strand of his long hair, Amantra assumed a shallow squatted position with his big thighs spread. He bore down and soon a solid stream of urine gushed through his panties penal pouch splashing heavily on the concrete floor as Amantra breathed a sign of relief.
Adam tried not to look. But couldn't help himself. Big beautiful Professor Faux pissing his panties infront of him was more than enough to stiffen his cock. Adam wore the Bureau's field outfit. A kaki blouse and skirt with lace up brown leather ankle boots. A thick brown leather belt worn outside the kaki blouse had a covered gun holster.
The loose skirt was mid length. When Amantra had finished peeing and dried his panties with a tissue he looked up to see that a tent had formed in the front of Adam's kaki skirt. Back at the University Amantra thought he detected the boner hidden under Adam's loose dress. In this field skirt Adam could no longer hide it. Amantra smiled and pressed his hand to the the tent in Adam's kaki skirt.
"P-Professor Faux, I-I..." Adam stammered.
"Ahh, poor boy. Is this because of me?" Amantra teased.
"Professor Faux please," Adam protested.
The professor felt his own cock stiffen.
In it's semi flaccid state Amantra's amazing cock feels solid and heavy but pliable. In this state it's unusually thick shaft is eight inches long with all but the tip of its cock head buried inside its thick foreskin giving the tip a blunt appearance when in his panties. His round bag is quite large as well.
When aroused Amantra's thick shaft rises to an almost horizontal possition. His cock elongates with the erection as the head emerges on its three and a half inch long neck that bends ever so slightly upward. In full erection Amantra's freaky cock measures thirteen and a half Inches in length.
"Call me Amantra," the professor whispered as he hugged Adam while pressing his hard cock into him.
"Prof.. Amantra, we can't..."
Amantra stopped him mid sentence. "Did I your boss not say you are to give me your full cooperation?"
"Yes. But."
Amantra kissed him. Lifted his skirt. Adam was wearing a white tummy cincher garter belt hooked to shear beige nylon stockings. His high waist white panties were worn overtop of the garter belt. Amantra released Adam's cock from his panties. Guided him back into a sitting position on a crate. He spread Adam's legs apart. Sank to his knees and took Adam's seven inch hard-on into his mouth.
Adam leaned back with legs spread and his hands on the crate while Amantra sucked him off. Amantra gripped Adam's cock jurking him off while he blew him. Adam groaned and moaned as Amantra brought him to a climax.
"Ahh, ahh ahh. I'm going to cum," Adam cried. He tilted his head back. "Ahh, ahh, ahh." Closed his eyes. "I-I'm going.. I'm going to.." Opened his mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Then Adam flooded Amantra's mouth with his cum.
Amantra stood and kissed him. Adam could taste his own cum in Amantra's mouth. Amantra drew him to his feet. Reached under his skirt and pulled down Adam's panties. He turned Adam around. Bent him over the crate. Then sank back onto his knees. Amantra spread Adam's muscular globes and buried his face between them.
Adam moaned desperately as Amantra slid his tongue over his sphincter. Then cried out loudly as Amantra shoved his tongue into his hole. Pre-cum oozed through Amantra's panties from tip of his cock as he ate Adam's asshole. Amantra stood. Hooked the left leg hole of his panties with the first two fingers of his right hand to pull them away as he withdrew his monster cock with the left. He brought its head to Adam's sphincter ring.
Adam wanted that big cock in him. Still a momentary shiver of fear raced over him. Amantra's monster cock was about to invade his ass. Then it was too late for reproach. Adam screamed out loud and then whimpered like a baby as Amantra forced his frightening monstrousity further and further into his ass. It hurt. It really hurt.
Amantra fucked Adam mercilessly for what seemed to Adam a very long time as the beautiful obese professor worked to bring himself to an orgasm. Then, pulling Adam by the hips, Amantra pressed his magnificent ceptre as deep into his rectum as it possibly could go. Amantra rocked his head back and cried out loud as he came in Adam's ass.
Amantra emptied himself. He withdrew his cock and wrestled the beast back into its panties pouch. Straightened his dress and fussed with his hair while Adam got himself back together.
The crate with the orb in it sat on the larger crate that Amantra had just fucked Adam over. Adam retrieved Amantra's archiology tool kit from the Jeep. They opened the crate and Amantra set about examining the orb. "It's a replica," he said after several minutes.
"It's a fake," Adam said disbelievingly.
"An extremely good one," Amantra told him.
Three weeks later the Bureau had put together an expedition to obtain the real orb and invited Amantra along as the antiquities expert. They flew to South America then rode a helicopter to a village from where a boat took them deep into the jungle. From there they traveled on foot to a staging area where tents and supplies where already on site.
For jungle travel Amantra worn hi a light weight cotton khaki safari suite consisting of a bush jacket, snug fitting trousers and tall safari boots with three inch heels. Underneathh he wore plain white spandex panties and bra. His hair was pulled tight into a long braid that hung to his waist. And he wore a pith Helmut on his head.
Amantra was travel weiry by the time his bearers finally sat his litter down in the camp site and he was helped to his feet. Amantra was miserable. He was hot and sweaty and needed his wet panties changed. He had a three guarter hard-on. And he was fucking starving. By the time he'd have a cool bath and get changed into a dinner dress a banquet would be set up in the dining tent.
The Bureau had assigned Mubumma as Amantra's personal manservant. Mubumma's head and face were hairless, as is his massively muscled body. Mubumma was dripping in gold jewelry with doszens of gold chains, bracelets, ear and finger rings that contrasted sharply his dark skin. And he has an incredible big round butt.
Mubumma wore a red flowered dress with nothing on under it. The dress bib straps tied behind his bull like neck. The dress's hem gathered at the left hip and fell on an angle to the outside of the right knee. When Mubumma moved it looked as though there was a python wriggling around under his skirt. On his feet were high strapped sandals with modest square heels.
Mubumma has small ears, big lips, large almond shaped eyes and he wore a broad white smile on his attractive face as he helped Amantra from his litter. "Welcome Manstress Professor Amantra," he said in an odd accent. "Mubumma have bath waiting." He led Amantra to his tent.
Amantra sat while Mubumma took off his boots. Then stood to be undressed. Mubumma undid the belt and buttons on Amantra's bush jacket and helped him slip out of it. He undid the latch and fly to his khaki trousers, pulled them down and helped Amantra step out of them.
Amantra's pee stained panties were still damp. They were pulled up high and covered the bottom portion of his protruding gut. Mubumma hooked his thumbs in their waistband and pulled them down to the floor causing Amantra's hard cock popped up and almost hit Mubumma in his face.
With Mubumma kneeling before him Amantra balanced himself with a hand on one of Mubumma's massive shoulders to step out of his panties. He took hold of his hard cock with the other. Mubumma looked up at his giant cocked Manstress. Amantra placed his hand on Mubumma's bald head and rubbed his cock against the side of Mubumma's face.
"Open," he said. Mubumma opened his mouth and Amantra shove his big cock in it.
Taking hold of Mubumma's bald head with both hands Amantra began undulate his hips and backside to mouth-fuck his man servant. With each undulation his cock pushed deep into Mubumma's throat. Amantra's fat stomach nudged against Mubumma's forehead. Amantra groaned as his motions became more aggressive. He was going to cum.
He stopped. Pressed his cock deep and cried out as the first shot of his hot cum invaded his man servant's throat. Amantra back off so as to pump the rest of his load into Mubumma's mouth. Mubumma swallowed his Manstress's cum. Then he licked his Manstress's cock clean.
Mubumma stood. A massive hard-on issued straight out from beneath the angled hem of his dress. Mubumma's beautiful black ten inch cock seemed to glisten. Amantra drew his hand along its length making Mubumma reel.
Amantra turned around for Mubumma to undo his brassiere. Mubumma slipped it over his Manstress's bulky shoulders and arms and helped him into the tub. It felt cool and relaxing. Amantra layed back with his head against the raised end of the tub and closed his eyes.
"I need your cock in my mouth," Amantra said dreamily.
Mubumma's erection had not abated in the least. He lifted one humungous thigh over the tub to straddle it and brought the pink head of his cock to Amantra's mouth. Amantra took Mubumma's black cock into his mouth and played his tongue under its head.
Amantra let it back out. "Fuck my mouth Mubumma," he said then opened his mouth wide.
Mubumma did as his Manstress bid. He shoved his big black cock into it. And then, leaning with his hands on the top of the tub Mubumma proceed to fuck his Manstress's throat. Mubumma lifted his head back and groaned loudly as he came in Amantra's mouth. Amantra swallowed all of it savouring the taste of his black man servent's cum.
Mubumma loosened Amantra's braid, washed his hair, then wraped it in a towel. He scrubbed Amantra's back, arms, legs and feet. Mubumma helped Amantra up. He stood in the tub while Mubumma washed his ass and genitals.
By the time Mubumma helped his Manstress to step out of the tub Amantra's hardon had abated to it's semi flaccid state. Amantra lifted the heavy monster an bore down to relieved himself in the tub water. Mubumma helped Amantra slip into a silk robe. Amantra sat at his makeshift vanity while Mubumma dried and brushed out his hair. Amantra applied his makeup while his manservant laid out his dinner clothes.
The professor arrived at the dinning table dressed in a red on white floral print sun dress and white pumps. His fat arms and legs were bare. Underneath Amantra wore a white panties and bra set. The panties penal pouch showed below the dress's hemline.
Amantra's hair was in a ponytail. He had on red lipstick and nail polish. No need for one to be uncivilized just because he was in the middle of a jungle. Amantra greeted the other expidition members. Adam was the only one from the Bureau. The rest were professionals in various fields.
Amantra piged out. Got drunk. Pissed his panties. Mubumma helped him back to his tent. Got him undressed. Wrestled him into his nightie and put him to bed. They had an early start in the morning and long day ahead of them tomorrow.
Amantra was dressed in his khaki safari suit again. His hair was back in its long braid and he still had on makeup with red lipstick and nail polish from the night before.
It had taken several hours for the party to reach the ruined Mayan city. His bearers had taken Amantra as far as they would on his litter. Their superstition wouldn't allow them to enter the ruined city. The expidition party split up to look for a specific symbol on one of the standing rock faces.
The ruined city was sprawling. Amantra sat down on a flat rock for a rest vowing to loose weight when he got back home. He had to pee. So he spread his legs and bore down to pressure his bladder. In doing so Amantra felt the need to move his bowels and hoped he would make it back to camp in time.
The penal pouch of his khaki trousers saturated. Then a heavy stream broke through as Amantra's pee poured onto the ground between his boots. He had just finished pissing when Amantra heard shouts from other members of the group. They'd found something. Amantra got up and hurried, with his awkward waddled run, over to where the shouts had come from.
"Over hear," Schmidt, the German Mayan expert shouted as he waved the party to him. Schmidt had a map of the site and had assumed the lead.
They entered through a narrow passage and through a maze of anti chambers into a throne room. There, a large statue of a Mayan God sat with the orb in his open hands. Soon as they entered a huge rock slab door closed behind them. There were many other doors off the chamber so Schmidt didn't seem too concerned.
The throne room was huge and made entirely of stone. Their were other statues in the room. But, other than a wooden rack in front of the Mayan God's statue, it was empty. The rack with ropes on it was out of place. And looked as though it may have been in recent sacrificial use. At least the ropes looked new.
Schmidt took the orb and looked half crazed as he held it up. Reluctantly he handed the orb over for Amantra to authenticate it. Amantra opened his backpack and got to work with everyone watching. It was painstaking boring work. One by one the others broke off. Schmidt was the last. They were all milling around the throne room when Amantra announced that the orb was authentic. Schmidt snatched it up like it was his own prize.
They heard a rumble and the room shook. "This way. Quickly!" Schimdt shouted. The party scurried through the doorway ahead of Schmidt and the rock door closed between them. Amantra had been dawdling with his pack and now was left in the throne room alone with Schmidt.
"Awe, Professor Faux," Schmidt said. He put a hand to Amantra's chest and backed him against the wall. "The beautiful fat professor that everyone is so enthralled with. Let us see what it is that has them so smitten shall we. Take off your bush jacket."
Amantra's hands trembled as he fumbled with the belt and buckles. His maids usually dressed and undressed him. Schmidt impatiently did it for him and helped Amantra slip out of the bush jacket. Schmidt placed the palms of his hands to the smooth spandex material of Amantra's white brassiere. The hard nibs of Amantra's nipples contrasted the soft fat of his heavy thick chest.
Schmidt undid the hook and fly of Amantra's khaki trousers and pulled them down onto his boots. Amantra nearly toppled over as Schmidt wrestled the trousers over his boots. Amantra's humongous cock loomed in the penal pouch of Amantra's white panties. Schmidt pushed him back against the wall and pressed a hand to it. His face was close to Amantra's.
"It seems our fat professor has peed his panties," Schmidt said. He took hold of Amantra's long braid. Pulled Amantra to him and kissed him.
"Come," Schmidt ordered yanking on Amantra's braid. He pulled Amantra by the braid over to the rack and tied both hands to it.
Amantra's arms were raised overhead where his hands were tied. His big legs were splayed. His head was canted foreword and the long braid hung down over his fat bulbous stomach. Schmidt squeezed Amantra's cock. Amantra was afraid. He was fighting the urge to make a bowel movement but still his cock reacted to Schmidt's touch and began to rise.
Noises in the outer coridors startled Schmidt. "Perhaps another time heir professor," he said. Then snatched up the orb and hurried out through another doorway. Amantra notice it hadn't close after him. He relaxed. That was a mistake.
Amantra felt his anal ring crown around the huge fecal mass that had been pressuring it. The solid black turd stopped against the seat of Amantra's panties where the stretchy material was buried deep between the massive globes of his fat ass. Amantra was breathing heavily. He pushed his backside out, caught his breath and bore down.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." The shiny black turd tented the seat of Amantra's panties between his butt cheeks. Amantra caught his breath.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." The tent grew larger. The turd was hard and thick and difficult to move.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." The tent pole grew to six inches and stuck out at a downward angle in the seat of his panties. Amantra took a few breaths, closed his eyes and bore bown hard.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn." The turd broke off as more of it was pushed out of his asshole.
Amantra stopped to catch his breath between pushes as he filled his panties. Voices in the corridors were all around him. He heard Adam call his name. "Nnnn...in...nnn...in h-here...nnn," he called back breathlessly as he shit. Then Adam came in through one of the doors.
"Sure," Amantra said. He was breathing heavily. "Now that I've completely filled the seat of my panties you show up to rescue me." Adam cut him down. "Help me put my clothes back on," Amantra told him.
Adam helped Amantra into his trousers and bush jacked. Did him up. A huge bulge showed low in the tight seat of Amantra's Khaki trousers. The big turd felt warm and solid pressed between his huge butt cheeks. Amantra didn't mind the feel of it. Didn't mind at all. In fact he liked it.
"Schmidt got away with the orb," Adam said somewhat dismayed.
"He got the replica," Amantra said. "I switched them."
Now Adam knew why the professor had insisted they bring it with them.
They were rejoined by the others and found their way out. Amantra dozed in his litter on the way back to camp. Mubumma helped him to his feet. "Your Manstress needs his panties changed," Amantra told him. Mubumma flashed his broad white smile. "Yes Mantress Professor Amantra," he said.
The end