The Legal Sex Worer

Legalized Sex Work

The Morning Show with Bill and Laura.

Bill: With the passage of the Sex Work Act, Prostitution, now known as Sex Work, is a legal and protected profession in the United States. The act mandates licensing for all persons engaged in providing sexual services as well as training/id cards for all patrons of these services. Brothels will be licensed and inspected. Police will be retrained to understand the difference between a legal sex worker and a trafficked person.

Laura: The issue that allowed this controversial bill be passed was informed consent. One of the major requirements of the law is that all parties must document their consent. Informed consent opens up a world of possibilities.

Bill: What sort of possibilities, Laura?

Laura: The proponents of this bill suggest that people who are sexually active get their license even if they don't anticipate using it. Married women could be licensed and prepared to subsidize their income if they needed extra funds due to emergency situations.

Bill: Are you getting your license, Laura?

Laura: Well, that's a private matter. If you want to know if a person is available as a sex worker, just ask 'Are you working?'

Bill: I still think that will get my face slapped. Either by the woman or my wife.

Laura: Unless she's working...

Jim grinned at his 39-year-old wife, Mary. The mother of three still didn't look her age. He turned off the TV. "You ought to get your license."

"What?" Mary threw a pillow across the room at her husband.

"Sure, then you could quit your job with that crap store and keep us in high style." Jim laughed.

"You'd be OK with me as a sex worker?" Mary walked to where Jim was slouched on the couch and dropped a knee between his legs with enough speed and accuracy to make him flinch. "Do you

want

me to be a sex worker? Use my ass to put food on the table for you and the kids?"

Jim slapped her denim clad butt with a sharp smack. "I'm just kidding. I don't want you taking a bunch of random cocks."

"Why? Do you think some random cock is going to take me away from you and our kids? These are guys that need to pay to get laid." Mary looked in the mirror. She was almost 40 though she didn't really look her age. But she did look like she'd had three kids and never quite lost the baby fat. And her boobs were petite. "I probably couldn't get any hits on the app anyway."

"I'd pick you." Jim didn't believe his wife of nearly twenty years would open herself up to let strangers touch her, and the thought disturbed him when his cock twitched.

"You'd have to get a client card. All clients must be registered and tested. It's tracked in the app." Mary pulled her hair loose and shook it out. She still dyed it dark pink and purple. She stripped off her outer shirt and looked at herself in the mirror with her Five Finger Death Punch wife beater clinging to her figure. She twisted back and forth and considered all the extra lumps. Would guys want to pay for her favors? She looked back at Jim. "I think I will. Thanks for the idea."

"Well, I don't like it." She had to be teasing him for mentioning the sex worker license. But she'd been researching the subject. Was she interested? "You haven't applied for a license already, have you?"

"Not yet." She kissed him. "But I might."

She led him into the bedroom.

***

A week later Mary breezed into the kitchen and dropped her keys on the table. "I picked up my license on the way home from work."

Jim stuck his head out of the laundry room. "What? What license?"

"The sex worker license. We talked about it."

"No. I thought you were teasing me." Jim's temper usually got the better of him but when he looked at his wife's determined face he backed down. She just got the license. That doesn't mean she'd be taking clients. Lots of women were getting licensed as a way to tease their husbands.

Mary was the love of his life. They had three kids, and she looked like she'd had three kids. Two of them were teenagers and their little girl was going into first grade. Mary hated her job, but they needed the money to supplement his disability payments.

"I don't want you to get fucked by other guys," he whispered so the kids couldn't hear. "That's bullshit."

"Yeah, well I'm tired of getting fucked dry at work." Mary kicked the table. "Besides I need to set up a site on the app. Do you want to help? I need photos."

Jim's face turned hot, bright red. "What kind of photos?"

"Advertising photos." Mary peeled out of the top layer of clothes until she got to her tee shirt and bra. "I want to show off my tattoos."

"Oh..." Jim groaned. Her tattoos weren't too bad, except for the chest piece on top of her breasts. She could still be covered. "OK but you're not showing everything to the world."

"No, I don't want to get too explicit. Do you want to see what other people are doing?"

Jim's eyes flashed open. "Wait how many people are on this app?"

"In our area... 675 as of this afternoon. And 12,293 clients."

Jim and Mary bent over the phone and scrolled through the listings. They were marked as available for men only, women only, couples along with sex preferences and gender. The client list for women available for men was the longest at 506 workers.

Jim shot several bedroom shots of Mary with and without her bra in just a pair of lace boy short panties. She covered her nipples and displayed her back, arm and chest tattoos. Jim loved her tattoos, especially the dragon with its long green wings wrapping around her nipples and flames shooting from its nostrils onto her belly. He sighed when he sent the cropped photos to her phone. If she turned on the app someone was going to see her hot dragon.

"How can I see how your site looks on the phone?"

"Download the app and input your client number."

"I don't have a client number. Why do I need a client number?" Jim grumped.

"Because no one gets to see the sex worker listings unless they have been vetted, logged and trained."

"Trained?" Jim almost laughed. "I'm pretty sure I know what to do."

"Training teaches you the law and the responsibilities of the client. You can take the test online and get your client number. They can validate you through the camera on your phone."

"Jeezus. That's a little intrusive." Jim shuddered.

"The business is intrusive too, you might say." Mary arched an eyebrow at him.

"You're not really going to do this? Why would you?" Jim pleaded.

"I don't know." Mary looked at her husband. "Mom had to when we were young. My father died and there was no money. She worked at the diner but rent and fuel oil sometimes got paid by the landlord. And he expected sex for his help."

"Things aren't that desperate," Jim whispered. "Are they?"

"No. But I like having a backup plan or a stopgap so I can make sure the kids get fed and we don't lose the house." Mary hugged Jim. "I love you. It's just a job, if we don't make a big deal out of it. I wouldn't be cheating on you, because it's transactional and you know what I'm doing. And I'll tell you everything if you want to know."

Jim groaned. "I don't want to know about some guy fucking you..."

*****

"Fuck..." Jim slammed the cupboard doors. "Why isn't there anything but Rice Crispies in the cupboard?"

"When they cut my hours last month, it reduced my paychecks and I can't get all the food we need. Teenagers eat too much." Mary opened the refrigerator with its stale condiments shelf being the only one that was full. A pickle jar with only juice in it. An orange juice container with a slosh of juice at the bottom. A few plastic containers with science experiments growing on the forgotten leftovers.

"Guess we go to the food pantry." Jim said.

"They'll be out of stock at the end of the month. Everybody trying to get by until the checks show up on the first." Mary pulled out her phone. "Time to see if anyone is interested in my services."

"What?" Jim turned around.

Mary opened the SW app and logged into her account. There had been several inquiries over the last few weeks since she went live but she hadn't made her status 'Available'. Until now.

She hadn't told Jim, but the inquiries had been exciting. The idea of new cock excited her, but she could never tell Jim. Well tonight would answer all of their questions.

Her phone dinged.

"What's that?" Jim growled at her.

"The SW app. We're going to take the kids to McDonalds for dinner." Mary shivered. If she was ever going to do this now was the time.

"I thought you said..." Jim looked confused.

"Let's just go. The deposit will be in our account by the time we get there."

Jim stared at her with a look of horror as Mary went into their bedroom to change.

She decided to wear a sundress. It wasn't her usual style, but it would make it easy to get undressed. She changed her underwear to a set of black lace panties and push up bra to enhance her assets. She shivered at the thought of getting naked for a stranger. Of being touched. Of the $150 deposit in her paypal account.

The ride to McDonald's was quiet. The kids were engrossed with their phones. Jim drove with a knot cramping his belly. And Mary concluded the paperwork for her first client encounter.

One of the options the law had opened to sex workers was the use of restaurant toilet facilities to do their business, as long as occupation of the premises wasn't disruptive. There had been a few incidents initially, but rules had settled out after the first month or so. A location flag had been added to the app to indicate if a worker was using a particular facility.

That way abusers could be tracked.

When they pulled into the parking lot Mary leaned over to Jim and kissed him. "I want you to wait here with the kids for five minutes so I can meet the client, get his thumbprint on my contract and go to the restroom with him. Can you be cool?"

Jim nodded glumly, stomach griping at the thought of what his wife was going to do. He also noted the tightness in his pants as his cock swelled.

"Kids? You and Daddy are going to wait a few minutes while Mommy goes in to take care of some business. I'll join you after I'm done." Mary opened the car door to a chorus of grunts from the back seat.

She walked into McDonalds with a little extra bounce in her step. She was excited and frightened and worried about her husband. Was she doing the right thing? The client had already made a deposit of half her posted fee and she hadn't done anything. How hard could this be?

Inside sitting at a booth near the door was a lean man a few years older than her. He matched the photo from the app, so she walked up to him. "Mac?"

"Yeah," he got up from the booth. "Dragon?"

"That's me." Mary turned a deep shade of red. "We just need to do the final verification."

The app required the client to use his biometrics to sign the receiving report part of the contract. He smiled as he applied his thumb. "First time I've used this app."

"First time for me, too. Let's get a stall in the men's room." Mary led the way and thought about Mac's eyes on her ass. Mary's ass was round, but it was tight from all the power walking she had to do at work.

The restroom was empty, thank whoever. Mary turned back to her client who was grinning at her. "What are you laughing at? Is my ass too big for you?"

"Oh no. I'm looking forward to getting my hands on your ass, but I just thought you were pretty cool for this being your first time."

"I'm a quick study. Besides, this is just another service job. Speaking of which. You indicated on the app that you wanted a blow job and then vaginal sex. Please wash your dick before you come in here."

Mac laughed and unzipped his pants. He started the hot water.

Mary stepped into the stall and pulled the sundress over her head. After she hung it up on the coat hook, she pulled off her lace panties. Wearing them seemed a waste of time right now. She flushed deeply. She was going to be naked in front of another man for the first time in almost eighteen years. The water turned off.

"I'm ready," Mac called out.

Mary put the seat down and sat on it. "C'mon. Let's get going."

Mac had his half erect penis in his hand. Mary hadn't spent a lot of time sucking cock, but she had studied the techniques on the internet.

She wrapped her hands around the base of the cock and pulled his foreskin back. She had always thought uncircumcised cocks looked weird. Mac's cock quickly grew longer and wider than her husbands. A little pearl of precum appeared at the pee-hole.

She licked the cum off his dick and then ran her tongue down the soft underside until he groaned. She spat on the prick and sucked it into her mouth. She got a little over eager sucking the first strange cock she'd had in twenty years and gagged a little.

This encouraged Mac to pull back and push in deeper. He probed for the back of her throat. She looked up at him.

"You can be a good little whore and swallow my dick." He growled.

Mary wasn't sure if she should report him or do what he said but decided to try. She relaxed her throat and struggled to stifle her gag reflex as he probed. Her eyes opened wide when the big cockhead actually entered her throat, stretching and choking her. She pulled her head frantically back.

"You're good at that. No one gets my cock all the way in their throat." He cupped Mary's head and pulled her back in to swallow his cock.

The compliment had a strange warming effect on her pussy. She liked doing a good job. When Mac pushed his cock into her mouth this time, she expected it and sucked his cock into her throat where is burned a little, but she let him fuck her face until she got short on breath and pulled back.

"We need to move this along," she whispered.

Jim would be ordering food for the family while she was fucking this stranger. How weird was that. She felt a little bad for Jim, but it was just a job. She pulled a condom wrapper out of her purse, opened it and pulled it down over the throbbing rod.

"How do you want me?" She stared at the large dick with a little concern about putting that thing in her pussy. Jim was sized right. This guy was supersized.

"Not a lot of room in here. Stallion?" Mac recognized the puzzled look in her eyes. "You are new to this game. Turn around and lean against the wall. Spread your legs a little bit and I'll...ummmfff... slide into your tight little pussy."

Mary arched as the large cock pushed into her pussy. She was at least wet enough to ease his entry, but she still cried out. Mac's hands gripped her hips as he slowly thrust his cock into her.

She stared at the featureless wall as Mac worked his cock deeper into her puss. She felt full and stretched and... penetrated. What had she got herself into?

Mac unhooked her bra and she slipped it off, balling it her hands as he started sliding his cock out then all the way into her pussy. She bit her lip as the tension built in her cunt. What would her mother say?

"Do what you need to do, just be careful." That's what Mom would say. No judgment. No criticism. Just be smart about it.

Mac's rough hands rubbed her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples until her clit rang from the stimulation. He increased his speed, and she moaned, "Oh jeezus...." Her pussy throbbed and clenched.

She'd lost track of time and place as her orgasm built and her thoughts scattered. All she could do was grunt with each deep stroke and hope she could cum before he was done. She needed to cum... "ohhhhh....oh...."

The urinal outside the stall flushed. Her orgasm peaked. The thought of who had been in here listening to her cum floated away as she shuddered with the repeated slamming of Mac's pelvis into her ass.

****

Jonathon came back to the table from the men's room, giggling.

"What's got into you?" Jim tweaked him.

Bobby got up. "I gotta go too."

"Ha. It sounds like someone is having sex in there. One of those sex workers."

"No... I really gotta go." Bobby ran off.

Jim's face flushed as he looked at his son in horror.

Little Bethany, the seven-year-old, looked at her father acting weird. "Where's Mommy? She's supposed to be here with us... Her chicken sandwich is getting cold."

Jonathon, the seventeen-year-old, looked at his father suspiciously. "Where's Mom?"

"She's... busy right now..." Jim couldn't meet his son's eyes.

Understanding widened Jonathon's eyes. "No.... Mom is a sex worker?"

"Shhhh..." Jim watched as his middle son walked back in shock.

"That sounded like Mom," Bobby said as he sat down.

"Mom's a sex worker," Jonathon declared.

"What's a sex worker, Daddy?" Bethany mumbled around her chicken McNugget.

Mary slipped into the seat beside Jim while he struggled finding an answer for his daughter. She was flushed and breathing hard. Her hair was messy and she was smiling. "Well, now we have grocery money."

"Are you a sex worker?" Bethany smiled at her mother.

"What?" Mary yipped. "Why would you ask something like that darling?"

"Because your sons had to pee while you were... working." Jim said in a rough whisper.

Mary choked on her chicken sandwich.

"It's OK, Mom." Jonothan said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "You were noisy, but Janey Wilson's mom got her license, too. She says her mom is noisy when she's working."

Bobby leaned in "Joey's mom is doing sex work too. It's OK. She works out of their house."

"I want to be a sex worker," Bethany exclaimed.

"Oh christ..." Mary shook her head. "What have I started?"

"Are you OK?" Jim put an arm around her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't think about the boys listening in."

"Yeah, but is this it then?"

Mary's phone dinged several times in a row. She picked it up and checked the notifications. "Oh, holy shit. I've got half a dozen requests for here and now. My client posted a five star review..."

Jim opened the app on his phone. "MILF- Mother I Loved Fucking... Jeezus. Did you really do what he says you did?"

Mary looked at Jim. "Do you really want to know? It's a job. I like to do my jobs well."

"Apparently, you have a talent." Jim said.

Mary typed on her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"We need to get home. I'm marking myself unavailable." She looked at Jim. "Unless you want me to take care of the clients here and now."

"OK. Grab your sandwich and we'll go." Jim scooped up Bethany and the boys cleared the table.

****

At the house Mary turned on the TV and told the boys to watch their sister. She dragged Jim into the bedroom, stripped herself, and him before she pushed him onto the bed and sat on his cock. She was hot and wet and open. His cock slid all the way in, and she ground her pussy on it just so the head stroked her G-spot.

Jim cupped her breasts in his hands and saw the red marks, and how hard and raw her nipples were. The customer had mauled his wife's breasts. He wanted to get angry. He wanted to yell. But his cock stood rock hard while the love of his life pistoned herself on him.

Her passion overwhelmed him. It had been two children ago that she'd been so aggressive. Then he thought about the customer sliding his cock inside the same pussy and squeezing the same breasts and playing with her nipples. Did she kiss him?

Mary moaned loudly as she came. "Oh... ummm...ummm"

Jim knew his son had heard her mother making noise. The client had made her cum as well. His balls shrank up into his belly and the hot, sweet flow shot out of his cock into her pussy.

Mary moaned at the first pulse of cum and squeezed his cock.

Jim opened his eyes and watched her cum face as another rope of cum shot into her. At least her client had been wearing a condom. She hadn't had cum dripping out of her pussy. The third pulse should have been weaker but it came out stronger as he thought about someone else emptying their balls into his wife's pussy. He shot three or four more loads until he nearly passed out.