Wife is a Whore to Save the Arts
Kristen pedaled her bike from Good Samaritan Hospital in search of her next story.
As she rides, she passes the Ruby Light Theater with a banner out front asking for people to save the local, historical monument. The Committee for the Preservation of Local Arts is putting on a showing of
The King and I
tonight to save it from being torn down next month. A last hurrah.
Seeing that makes Kristen think about a naughty version of the play. The King and Minge? She's not quite sure what a minge is, but it sounds dirty to her. She likes the idea and pedals home. In her story, there is a perfect way to save the Ruby Light Theater. It's so perfect, she wants to squeal in delight.
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Annabeth Sander
The preshow jitters washed through me. I warmed up my voice, ready to sing as I played the starring role in
The King and I
. I loved being an amateur actress in local performances at community centers and small theaters like this one.
It was a shame that the theater would be torn down. The money to maintain it and pay the taxes just wasn't coming in. People had things they liked more than supporting the arts. Video games and doom scrolling on their phones.
Well, if this was my last time to perform at the Ruby Light, I would give it my all. My husband and son were in the audience. I was so happy about that. At least they were here supporting me and local art. I drew in a deep breath as the places were being called.
It was time to begin.
I moved to position, wearing my beautiful dress. It had a hoop skirt and made me feel so fancy like I was in the old Roger's and Hammerstein's movie version of the King and I. I loved watching their musicals from the fifties as a child. Oklahoma, the Sound of Music, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, South Pacific, Carousel, and more.
I drew a deep breath as my cue happened.
I came out singing.
* * *
The actress sings about how she wants to be fucked by the King of Siam. She wants to show off her minge and be his whore. She's wet for his Asian cock. She wants a powerful man like him to use her, but to get to the king, she has to get past his guards.
She knows how.
* * *
Annabeth Sander
I sang my opening solo, moving forward through the garden. I was here to teach the King of Siam. It would be a wonderful love story that--
I strutted to the guards, my outfit so deliciously scandalous. I had on a short, ruffled skirt that belonged in a burlesque show. A corset with laces and bows lifted my big breasts into a pair of jiggling mounds. They threatened to spill out. Fishnet stockings clad my gorgeous legs, my heels giving such a sway to my hips as I advanced.
My husband and son were witnessing my scandalous attire. I could hear the gasp from the audience. The faux-scandalized whispers as they were all intrigued by my attire and the sexual lyrics I sang.
"To be the king's whore, my passion I must pour on these two hunk guards!" I sang, my pussy throbbing hard. Rehearsals had not gone all the way. They wanted us to save the true whorishness for our first live show.
I dropped to my knees before the two of the guards.
"Cocks as hard as jet, my sucking mouth so wet," I sang as I deftly unlaced them.
Gasps ran through the audience as I pulled out the two guards' cocks. They might be Asian, but they were hung. My husband was in the front row with our son watching me fist two strange men's dicks. I was cuckolding Tim. It was so hot. I licked my lips.
"My lips will suck, so my pussy can fuck, a hung and noble king!" I sang before engulfing the first guard's cock.
"Yes," he groaned, his cock throbbing in my mouth. "Englishwoman such harlots!"
My boobs jiggled in my corset as the murmurs grew louder. This was how we would save the Red Light Theater. If we put on shows stuffed full of sex, the crowds would come. The best art was pornographic. I suckled hard on that cock, fisting the other one.
My pussy burned. I was freshly shaved, my cunt dripping juices that ran down to the tops of my fishnet stockings. I had no panties on. Those didn't belong with my costume. I popped my mouth off the first guard's dick and turned my head to the second.
I saw Tim and our son Brett watching on in shock. I winked at them and swallowed the guard's dick.
"English whore!" he roared while I suckled on his hard rod.
"White slut!" the other moaned as I fisted his dick.
I bobbed my head, my black hair pinned up in a proper bun. I swept my tongue around the crown of his cock, loving the salty flavor of his precum. It was such a hot delight to do this. I wanted to have all his cum spurting into my mouth. That would be so hot.
My cheeks hollowed with the force of my suckling. I nursed hard on him, bobbing my head and moaning around his cock. He growled as I did that. I popped my mouth off his cock and swallowed the other man's dick.
A chorus began singing, "A whore at heart, her thighs will part, a lusty and dripping cunt eager for the King's hard blunt. Now she sucks their cocks to empty their rocks and fulfill her wanton desires."
I loved the serenade as I went back and forth from cock to cock. We would have to improvise this part. How long would the men last? The director wanted me to get them to cum on my face at the same time. I was eager for that challenge.
I wanted them spurting their cum across my features. That would be so hot. I nursed with all my might on those big dicks. I suckled so hard, eager for his cum to spurt out of his dick and flood my mouth. That would be so hot.
I suckled hard on him. I nursed with all my might, my tongue dancing around his cock. I wanted to have all that spunk flooding my mouth. It would be just so good to have all that spunk spraying over my face.
"White whore!" grunted one guard.
"Yes, yes, suck my cock," the other moaned.
"Mom?" my son gasped.
I was so glad he could see me being such a slut along with my husband. They would know how dedicated I was to being an amateur actress. I knew the video of this show would bring in so many views on PornHub. The first musical to be a hit on the website.