A beautiful blonde sat in a sleek black car calmly exhaling out smoke from a slender white cigarette. The cigarette was poised between her plump red lips which puckered every time she had to inhale.
Helga Katrina Sinclair memorized the medical doctor's impressive credentials as stated in his dossier file.
Doctor of Internal Medicine, MD, Howard University, 1895; Botanist, PhD. University of Maryland, 1896; Doctor of Herbology, London, 1897; first professor of color to lecture at Harvard Medical School, 1897.
Joined Military in 1898, toured with 1st United States Volunteer Infantry (Rough Riders) until 1901, acting as battlefield surgeon and Colonel Roosevelt's personal physician for a period of 3 months during the Kettle and San Juan Hill Campaigns. He was instrumental in treatment of soldiers from both sides of conflict in disease-ridden Cuban jungles after hostilities had ceased. Received no formal commendation except for a personal letter from Colonel Roosevelt.
Has extensive knowledge of Arapaho and Cheyenne healing techniques; mentored by his maternal uncle, Iron Cloud. Traveled to India and studied Ayurvedic Medicine at Amrita Institute, 1905. Traveled to Ivory Coast and studied Tropical Medicine at Prins Leopold Academy, 1908. Traveled to Tulsa, Oklahoma and studied Large Animal Veterinary Medicine at Baxter University, 1913.
He was highly recommended by Lt. Lyle Rourke after El Batalla de Santiago in Santiago, Cuba.
Helga stared out the windshield of her car nestled in the shadows, she was watching the soft light of the street lamps cast a glow on the buildings. One building in particular stood out, a seemingly innocent building with the sign reading Freedman Providence. The three-story, brick building was a medical facility that was an essential cornerstone for patients in need of medical help, regardless of race, creed, or ability to pay. It was one of the few hospitals to have an integrated interracial staff.
Helga took a long drag from her cigarette and closed her eyes before exhaling the smoke and putting out the cigarette flicking it in the street. A quick glance in the mirror showed her blonde hair in a modest braided bun with dusky bronze eye shadow that made her blue green eyes look smoky and her signature red lipstick.
It was now or never.
The clatter of high black pumps felt like music to the cobblestone street as the pleasantly plump female figure blended seamlessly into the late night.
The blonde spy slnked into the shadows as she followed her target. When he slipped into a vacant room, she followed discreetly locking the door behind them. The tall black doctor seemed to expect company as he gestured towards a bar cart full of alcohol, ice, and glasses.
He was a large mountain with his strong muscular physique as he radiated an aura of warmth and hospitality.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss. I was told by Rourke that you were expecting to show up. Although, I must say, he didn't do justice to such a beautiful lady like you. What kind of drink do you want? Normally, I don't usually drink alcohol but when I do, it's moderate and mild. As a doctor, I got to limit my liquor. Anyhow, what would you prefer? Whiskey? Rum? Vodka? Ice or plain?"
He poured a glass of honey whiskey for himself and politely asked what alcoholic beverage she wanted.
She needed hard liquor so, she opted for creamy lime tequila with ice. Helga quickly downed the liquor shot in one gulp.
She sauntered over towards the conference table with the confident carriage of a queen. Her silky scarlet blouse revealing the large swell of her twin bubs, her nipples giving away her excitement as they stuck out prominently through her black lace bra. Her pencil black skirt hugged her gluttonous ass cheeks that revealed a slip of strong leg muscle encased in velvet black stockings.
"Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet, my name is Helga Sinclair. I'm acting on behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposal for you." She folded her fingers. "Are you interested?"
The Black Native doctor wasted no time in agreeing with whatever she requested not only because of her alluring beauty but she was an acquaintance to Commander Lyle Rourke.
Now, they were both in an undisclosed location which was a private guest house on behalf of the eccentric millionaire, Preston B. Whitmore. Her boss.
"This way, please," she instructed when they entered the foyer. He trotted to her side in the elevator. As they went down, she gave a simple explanation. "Preston B. Whitmore is an industrialist and philanthropist. He's a rich millionaire and my boss. As a doctor, you have served when duty calls both as a civilian and soldier. You'll need it for Mr. Whitmore's upcoming expedition."
"True. I did what needed to be done." The doctor's deep baritone sent a thrill to her as she quickly cleared her throat and calmly replied, "You are permitted to stay here for tonight as a guest of Mr. Whitmore. Mr. Whitmore will meet you tomorrow."
The elevator door opened. They both exited out into the guest room. The elevator doors closed with a clang as it moved back up to the main floor.
"Dr. Sweet, you have a most impressive resume, care to share anything else of interest?" Helga's velvet smooth contralto voice deeply resonated.
Dr. Joshua Sweet could only gulp and blush at the beautiful blonde white woman as she smirked in triumph.
"Actually, I'd rather show than tell you, Miss Sinclair. If I may kindly please allow me."
"Yes, alright."
He gave her respectful courtesy of privacy as she undressed behind the large folding screen peeling off everything even her black lace panties.
"I want you to take a deep breath. Draw it in, that's right. Extend your belly, bring it all the way down to your center. Good! Now, slowly exhale," he ordered as he breathed out through his mouth, inhaling Helga's breath into his own body. His proximity consumed her whole attention, yet he barely touched her. As he exhaled, she inhaled, and they continued until she felt as though she was dreaming.
He carefully brought out a fluffy futon from his large medical bag which he gently laid out on the floor and folded into a low table. Helga settled down on the futon massage table as she could smell the scented herbal oil wafting in the air.
He rubbed oil between his hands to warm the thick liquid and applied it gently to her lower back. He smoothed his palms up her spine and over the shoulders, moving his hands rhythmically over her body.
The key chakral areas were explained as he worked. He gently ran his fingers over the top of her head.
This was the Crown chakra, the gateway for spiritual connection.
His large hands gently massaged her scalp and caressed her golden locks to the back of her head, tracing his fingers in delicate patterns that made electricity tingle on her skin. He gingerly touched the center of her forehead between her eyebrows.
The Third Eye, was responsible for intuition and wisdom.
He ran his hands down to squeeze the base of her neck.
The Throat chakra, was the center of self-expression and truth.
She moaned appreciatively as he squeezed the tense muscles of her shoulders.
The Heart chakra, for love, compassion, and peace located between the shoulder blades.
The steady and calculated touch filled Helga with quiet calm. She began to feel more and more relaxed, as though each quality he described expanded within her, making her feel large, whole, and connected to everything around her.
The Solar Plexus chakra, the center of power and self-confidence located down the center of the spine.
The Sacral chakra, for sexual energy and pleasure located at the base of the spine.
The Root chakra, for survival and balance was located between the legs and buttocks.
Helga purred, sinking into the table as worked. His hands probed between her thighs, brushing her sensitive swollen clit. Reaching deep between her legs, he massaged her flower petals before his hands moved over the backs of her knees, and calves, coaxing the hard muscles to soften.
The blonde woman could feel his strong pecs muscles flutter and flex as he pressed them to her feet. His warm breath tickled her smooth arches as he raised each foot in order to massage out the kinks. While unexpected, the warm, pulsing sensation of releasing tension sent shivers through Helga's body. Her arousal awakened, an adrenaline rush of dopamine and serotonin flooded her system.
She felt primal need; the urge to fuck.
He finished her feet, rubbing his stiff nipples over her heels, up the legs, and over the lower back.
He placed his hands on either of her shoulders and delicately knead his thumbs deep into the muscles of the shoulders. He rubbed his knuckles gently but firmly across the tops of the shoulders as he traced deep circles up and down the back of her neck.
His soft slippery hands left a glistening trail of warm herbal scented oil poured over her shoulders, sampling the naked skin lining her collarbones. His large brown hands targeted her supple nape, brushing his thumbs below her hairline. His fingers were skilled against her tender skin, disciplined, commanding her relief. The webbing between his thumbs and index fingers pinched on the delicate flesh at the base of her neck and shoulders, eliciting a groan, low and drawn out this time.
She drew a sharp breath as the cool sensation surprised her skin, the melted slick goo starting to be icy cool. He dispersed the lubricant across her width and transferred the rest back down to her slippery terrain, encouraged by her moans to press even deeper into her lower back. As he serviced her lower back, his hands worked into a circling position just above her hips, clasping either side of her fleshy large glutes. A lustful whine rumbled in Helga's throat as the doctor's hands moved to her sides, gripping her skin and applying pressure on certain points that she didn't even know existed. This time, however, instead of her body getting hotter with his touch, Helga felt herself starting to get wetter and more excited than she should be.
As his fingers started moving once again, Helga felt them making their way down to her thighs. However, instead of just grazing over that sensitive area, eight fingers moved down and toward her pussy while his thumbs expertly pressed against her skin to keep her from jumping or overreacting to his touch. After the explicit portion of delicate flesh was revealed, his hands caressed the back of her thighs, but this time, he whispered, instructing her to roll onto her back. Exposed to the cool air, her nipples flushed, eager for more attention. As Dr. Sweet began to work, smoothing his hands over Helga's face, neck and chest, he encouraged her to fondle her breasts. She lightly toyed with her nipples playfully enticing him with her body, before moving her hands down her stomach to apply long, smooth strokes over clit. The budding flower shyly blossomed as Dr. Sweet caressed and stimulated the flower bud while Helga felt tantalizingly warmth flood her senses. He bent his first and middle finger into a subtle curve before sliding inside her yoni; his expert fingers felt a soft, spongy section that was directly behind the clitoris. He started to massage it slowly in gentle strokes before alternating between fast and slow motions. He increased and decreased the amounts of pressure while his other four fingers fondled and flickered the swollen clit.
As he continued to work, explaining the culture and history of tantric massage in his gentle deep voice, Helga felt her climax build within each nerve throughout her body. Her muscles felt hot and cool, her breathing fast, yet gentle.
The pleasure was overwhelming, filling Helga's relaxed body like molten lava bubbling up to the surface and like a volcano erupt, she exploded in a shower of bliss climaxing into the masseur's hand; she felt her mind both sinking and expanding, illuminating an internal universe.
Helga opened her eyes to look up at a smiling Dr. Sweet, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room. Helga reached out to trace her hand down his stomach, running a thumb between the crevice of his belly button.
"Can you do that again?" She murmured, and Dr. Sweet nodded eagerly.
Her heart thrashed, threatening to burst through her sternum as he moved her long hair behind her shoulders and brandished the bottle of massage oil.
Helga watched the gold liquid ooze onto her chest and tried not to cringe at the icy touch. It was even harder to contain herself when he started to move his hand across her upper body, spreading the slick substance from shoulder to shoulder and back again.
The chill seeped into her skin and seemed to have a revitalizing effect on her as his hand lowered its horizontal path, grazing the top of her breasts with each sway. He wanted to go even lower; she could feel the desperation breathing on her shoulder, the craving beating against her back. More oil landed on her chest and Joshua wasted no time fingering the new offering down her cleavage.
She shivered as an icy stream slid through the center and down to her navel. His fingers glided over the top of her breasts, light strokes heightening her arousal, encouraging her peaks to bristle in jealousy of the attention. She wriggled a little and enjoyed the friction against the fabric.
He seemed to notice her need and summoned both hands to cup her mounds, groping them with more brusque as lust ate away at his patience. Her breath quavered, pleasurably so, excited, and excited all the same. She could only gasp as her bubs sprung out suspended in the open, plump and sturdy, full of life.
He doused her breasts in massage oil before slipping and sliding his hands all over her gracious globes. She loved the way he played with her drenched nipples, pressing them like buttons, twisting and plucking, but she hated how the pleasure stole her voice every time which made her breathless. He muttered sweet nothings in her ear; awed at her shapely female figure, insisting she loved having her ass groped and manhandled, insisting he could give her more.
The shifty masseur drew a long stream of lubricant on her abdomen and spread a hand over it, down her midsection and toward her yoni.
His finger traced between her folds, saturated before he'd introduced a drop of oil, drawing staggers from her lips as he sauntered up and down slothfully. While he teased her sex, her chest provided two things to keep his other hand busy.
Crimson splashed across her face. She felt like a virgin as she eyed his hardening bulge in his pants ready to strike like a cobra.
Finally, he released the confines of his straining bulge to reveal a massive thick long cock with a large mushroom head dripping with pre-cum.
Lying on his back, he guided her on top of him, straddling her upon his waist. And as she bent over, he marinated those magnificent bubs with more oil before she used them to wipe up and down his torso. The supple mounds spread as they flattened against his chiselled abs, smearing the oil with a spongy touch and two little hard knobs that added contrast to the massage.
He flushed pink. He loved toying with her teats. He caught one in his mouth, nipping more and more as he struggled to gorge down the enormity, swathing his tongue over the erect bud, lapping up the sweet taste of oiled tit. Her whimpers mingled with his overzealous slurps. Her body showed no shyness in divulging what it wanted, and yet she held his wrist before he could slip his lingam into her yoni.
Her mind calculated his impressive length and girth as her hands gently stroked his lingam in steady strokes.
He paused before motioning to his medical bag in which he retrieved a condom. He expertly slipped on the protective glove before he persuaded her to kneel above him as he lined himself up. He could tell she was nervous, and wanted to go slow, but a combination of lust urged them forward. He firmly gripped her thighs and allowed gravity to sink her onto his cock groaning pleasurably at how her nether lips wrapped around his prick with indescribable tightness.
Helga never felt so full and complete.
The blonde bombshell made steady pumping movements up and down his lingam, familiarizing herself with the black cock, leaning back and growing more comfortable, and confident, even if she'd yet to look him in the eye, rather mystified by his wonderful black king cock.
Despite her flushed face madly blushing, her legs were spread open creating an artistic view of ebony and ivory mixing and contrasting. Her yoni practically swallowing more of his thick length. Her glistening pink sex looked neat, if not for the massive black lingam splitting it up the middle, labia stretched obscenely to accommodate his girth.
Tears of ecstasy streamed down Helga's face, she bounced her delectable derrière on his crotch, and the oil on her thighs meshed down on him, elongating strings of goo with every squishy squat. He pierced the horny woman, eliciting a cry as her slick folds welcomed him again with a warm embrace.
As he clutched her firmly as the oil allowed, he pounded her yoni roughly to more overwhelming effect, connecting the bridge to her elusive g-spot.
She wailed. He grunted.
The sound of flesh smacking flesh reverberated in the guest room. Wet thud after wet thud after wet thud. She was well oiled and he was a machine piston in and out of her over and over again.
Her glistening tits bounced and rolled about as he pummeled her tight yoni relentlessly, driving her to an exhilarating orgasm soon before sensing his own climax approaching. His heavy ball sack could not hold a week's worth of abstinence one second longer. She yelped as he yanked her thighs and embedded his entire length in a sharp thrust, letting his creamy white essence fill the condom in hot gushes, trickling sighs of relief. While he got off his climax, her overflowing slick slit leaked clear fluid onto the table.
His lungs were hot and desperate for air, and judging by her vigorous chest movements, she was under the same distress.
He quickly disposed of the condom wrapping it in a tissue before throwing it in the trash bin.
Still breathing heavily, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "That was indescribable," she laughed, giving a coquettish wink. Dr. Sweet helped her to her feet, and she wrapped her arms around him. Their warm bodies pressed against each other, her oiled breasts firm against his chest. His lingam slid smoothly between her legs, and over the lips of her vagina as she held him close. Helga relaxed into the hug, feeling as though all her worries and tensions were momentarily erased. She gingerly applied a chaste kiss to Dr. Sweet's lips as he passionately kissed her back.
It's too early to consider love. Both doctor and patient simultaneously thought as they lay intertwined together in orgasmic sleep.
Tonight they acted like lovers, but tomorrow, they would act professional.
Maybe even friends.
The two acquaintances would meet again when he'd been called in to Whitmore manor earlier that evening by Helga after she'd found Mr. Whitmore collapsed on the floor of his study. Dr. Sweet arrived promptly and the blonde bombshell appeared beside him. She was conservatively dressed in a clean and crisply pressed white dress shirt with black breeches and an onyx black double breasted business suit. Her elegant and graceful hands were hidden inside black leather gloves and matching black freshly polished high heeled footwear.
"Dr. Sweet, thank you for coming. Mr. Whitmore's had an accident. I found him unconscious and unresponsive." Helga explained briskly as she led the doctor straight to the room where he was resting. Still alive. She nodded to the doctor and while Helga had waited out in the hall, he had given the old man a thorough checkup followed by an extensive questioning. In the end, Dr. Sweet confirmed what Helga had suspected. Preston Whitmore had had a heart attack. It had been a mild one, thankfully, but it had still been a heart attack, and it was his second.
Whitmore folded his hands in his lap and regarded Dr. Sweet calmly. "Give it to me straight, Doc. Do I need to be getting my affairs in order?"
Dr. Sweet placed his stethoscope back in his back and looked up at the elderly man propped up by a pile of pillows in the bed. The doctor moved to stand by the bed. "No need to be revising your will just yet, Mr. Whitmore." He assured him. "Though you will need to take it easy for a while. No undue excitement." He pulled a prescription pad from his bag and scribbled on it. "I don't want you to overexert yourself. You can sit or lay down but nothing strenuous."
Whitmore scoffed. "Stuff and nonsense, I'm not an invalid."
Dr. Sweet lowered the pad and pen and squarely eyed the old man. "For now, you are an invalid, and I don't want you to have another heart attack, so for the next few weeks you'll take it easy." He glanced towards the closed door. "Or else I'll prescribe a wheelchair and Helga will make sure you stay in it."
Mr. Whitmore waved a hand. "Oh, I don't need a chair."
Dr. Sweet gestured with the pen. "Not if you take it easy like I've told you to you won't." He kept on writing. "You hired Helga to be your bodyguard and you know she takes her job seriously. She's protected you from many dangers so keeping you safe from yourself shouldn't be any trouble for her."
Mr. Whitmore settled back into the pillows with a sigh. "I'll stay put, doc." He acquiesced. "You're the expert: you know best."
Dr. Sweet tore the prescription off the pad and began writing on the next page. "You know, you gave us a scare, Mr. Whitmore."
The old man sighed and nodded. "I realize that, and I appreciate the fact that you all care. Being bedridden is maddening through."
Dr. Sweet tore off the second piece of paper. "I'll fill this for you, but someone will need to set it out for you each day."
Mr. Whitmore motioned towards the door. "You can give it to Helga." He said. "I have no secrets from her."
Dr. Sweet looked at Whitmore. "You've got her pretty worried, you know."
Mr. Whitmore sighed. "I know, though it can't be helped. No one even plans for a heart attack,"
As he walked towards the door Dr. Sweet spoke. "Remember, you have to take it easy for a few weeks. Let her help you."
He opened the door and stepped out for a moment.
Preston Whitmore sat and thought about how this event would change his life. He had always been a practical man and he's always thought himself a young man. Now he was faced with a sobering reality. This heart attack was his second, the first having occurred a decade ago.
He looked up as Sweet reentered the room with Helga. She walked over to stand by the bed and looked down at him.
"So, Dr. Sweet says you'll be alright with bed rest." She said.
He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh, yes. Preston B. Whitmore isn't so easy to kill. I'll be around for a long while yet."
"That's a relief." She said with a forced smile. "I hate job hunting; who else would put up with me?"
"Nonsense." Mr. Whitmore smiled. "You've put up with the ramblings and eccentricities of this old coot for several years now and I greatly appreciate it, not to mention the all the times you've saved my life, today included."
Helga smiled and it was a little less strained. "It's been a pleasure, sir. You and I have both led interesting lives."
He leaned forward with a gleam in his eye, looking from Helga to Dr. Sweet. "Well, if you're interested in another adventure, I think it's time I start planning the Atlantis expedition."
End
Author's note:
My take on how Helga Sinclair recruits Dr. Joshua Sweet into the Atlantis expedition as to why he has a soft spot for her. According to his official Dossier Files, Dr. Joshua Strongbear Sweet is well-traveled and well versed in a wide variety of medical practices. In 1905, Dr. Sweet traveled to India and studied Ayurvedic Medicine at Amrita Institute. In general, Ayurvedic Medicine also includes massage therapy mainly, Abhyanga ("oil massage"). Abhyanga is a form of Ayurvedic therapy that involves massage of the entire body from the head to the toe with specific warm herb-infused oil. This oil is usually infused with a special blend of herbs and spices to soothe emotional and physical pressure points. Tantra massage is an ancient healing art which uses sexual energy to achieve a higher state of consciousness. Skilled tantric massage therapists use sensual touches, such as lightly running fingertips along the entire body, to awaken an energy field within the body. The therapist, once having awakened this energy field, can provide lovers with an ecstatic experience. Not only that, but they can allow trapped physical and mental pain to escape from the body. Tantric Massage is about about taking the person being massaged to the edge of orgasm and back then repeating until a mind blowing orgasm.
(Warning: This story contains language, adult content, and sexual situations.)
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