Deluxe Lux And The Whining Wog

Back in the day, the crowd she ran with had various opinions on the girl's capabilities. Her female friends called her fashion sense luxuriant; the boys thought she was luscious, and her swim coach, a horny bastard pronounced her a "deluxe model...

It was no wonder that these three "L" adjectives were shortened into the nickname Lux.

And, since Lux never needed a driver's license, as she was chauffeured everywhere, or to fill out a job application (why not just hock the jewelry she got last month?) she herself only had a vague memory of what she'd been christened.

Lux had just begun a little business at home, though, and, while combing her auburn mane, she talked to her new client, boredly receiving his look of love.

"That's a weird name, Kunzel." she said, popping her gum. "It's like a combination of cunt and Rapunzel."

Dr. Prakesh flushed. "It is an old name, from a long line of Brahmins."

"You know, I'm eighty percent Irish, maybe ninety, but one of my grands was half-wog, and I think he was an Untouchable, in Bombay or someplace."

Of course this was ridiculous. But Lux was eager to find out how this would affect the pompous little neurosurgeon. Lux had inherited him and a bunch of other weirdoes from her Auntie Ermengarde, who had been a Chastity Keyholder.

"I am so glad I found one client who was stable enough to marry." Aunt Ermie had told her hopeful niece. "You run this little shebang for me, and send me ten percent, and it'll pay for a lot of Jimmy Choos."

Lux did love her shoes!

Kunzel Prakesh was quite a prosperous client. He was locked in a little metal doohickey on the end of his penis, and came through Buttermilk Falls once every six weeks.

Back home in Billings, Montana, Kunzel's wife, who had that ophthalmological disorder known as a wandering eye, had found the disturbing trend of her older husband...

She didn't want to fuck him anymore, but she didn't like him satisfying himself, either.

"I mean, I married him, and he liked me 'cos I'm cute and young, a sweet little white girl...but hey, since I'm so cute, why can't I hammer the orderly in Kunzel's hospital, right?"

Mrs. Prak had done a getting-to-know you get together on a webcam, and although she'd been sending Kunzel to Aunt Ermie for four or five years, Lux was new at all this.

Mrs. Prak had given the doc a hard tawse whipping in front of the webcam and then he'd gone down on her and then blown her lover of the week.

Then, sobbing softly, Kunzel had trotted to the corner to kneel, naked except for the guiche doohickey...

And Mrs. Prak and her stud had fucked hard for the rest of the webcam thing.

Now, Lux was meeting Dr. Kunzel Prakesh in the flesh. She'd cuffed his hands behind his head and unlocked the metal thing on his glans.

Lux felt his desperate eyes on her hard nipples, encased in a black Lycra top, as she washed his penis a bit, because having that thing on made him a little whiffy.

"So if you are good back home, you come here and I unlock you and let you jizz, right?"

All these intellectual types. He prob'ly has read Pilates in the original Greek or some such, knows all his condiments and vowels.

She finished bathing his long dark penis and tickled the foreskin. Really, circumcised guys are so much cleaner. This ugly thing looks like a crushed garter snake.

But at least it was big, right? Her client from this morning had basically a groin pimple. She'd even told the idiot that he really had no need to be unlocked from his doohickey, 'cos who really wants to touch something that tiny? Like a third nipple.

"B-Beth Ellen said I have earned an orgasm, Lux. Last time I visited, Ermengarde would not unlock me, because Beth Ellen had e-mailed her that I did a poor job cutting around the edge of the lawn after I mowed, but this time--"

Lux ran her long pink tongue across her lower lip. She'd bought a new plumper that made her lips look fabulous.

"It must be hard for you, Kunzel, your wife doesn't want you to fuck her. And you didn't want to do an arranged marriage, right?"

Dr. Prakesh nodded sadly. But he was still very focused on the infidel's breasts. Imagine, he was subjugating himself for this woman, who was a descendant of Untouchables.

He could have married his second cousin, Surinder, who was sweet and devoted, but he'd fallen hard for his surgical technician..

And he'd been silly enough to tell cruel, mercurial Beth Ellen that he had submissive fantasies.

Kunzel's testicles were overflowing with semen. Although the guiche piercing prevented orgasm, he'd masturbated much during the past six weeks.

And now, he feared he might explode. Kunzel had a colleague, a proctologist who did relieve the pressure anally from his swelling testes, but the man laughed at him, and had told all their friends in the golf group.

So Kunzel played golf no more!

He gazed at the chesty little minx as she rubbed his penis, and whistled to herself. How he would love to touch her big bosom. Beth Ellen had gotten sick of his attentions to her own chest.

"Don't slobber on these anymore, you over-educated 7-Eleven clerk!"

It was sad how deprived he felt. Would Lux masturbate him to completion?

Lux's fingers jerked faster. Dr. Prakesh moaned and regretted his decision to allow her to lock his hands behind his head.

Of course, if he'd asked for the key, he could have stopped all this, but there was a part of Kunzel that felt a need to be abused by these women, and to be frustrated.

It was a sickness, of course. It had something to do with Western morals.

"You read to cum, Kunt?"

"It-it's Kunzel." Dr. Prakesh corrected the little floozy. He looked down at her long pink legs. He loved long legs. Beth Ellen still allowed him to rub cream on her legs, and even up around her full thighs, and of course this made it even worse, crotch wise.

"I call you a Kunt 'cos you are a true cunt." Just before Kunzel was about to release, Lux let go of his cock, and slapped him hard across the face.

"You think it's enough that you kiss your wife's ass, and then you come here and demand that I finish you off?"

"For five hundred dollars!" Dr. Prakesh protested. But of course he regretted it.

Lux had been a competitive roller derby queen and knew how to give groin kicks. She was now training to be a kickboxer...

It was fine practice, giving the little Indian bastard one between the legs.

Shit, his scrotum was kind of enlarged, right?

"You want me to jerk you off, I'll do it. With my sandpaper gloves!"

This was just the greatest home business, dude