Jenn's Hunger (Hard Time Sex- Prequel)
Copyright by Marcia St.Denis and Jennifer Stewart.
This story is a prequel to an earlier story called Hard Time Sex and was begun soon after we finished our earlier collaboration. Unfortunately, it has been more than a year since I have been able to reach Jennifer to get an OK from her to publish this final version of the story. Since I have not heard back from her, I am sending it in for your enjoyment just as I finished it. I only hope that my interest in perversely exciting characters and situations has not gone too far for her to be happy with it. My primary wish is that our many fans will derive great pleasure over many readings. It is why I write trannie erotica in the first place: as a gift to you.
I hope I speak for both of us when I say that we write our stories for your pleasure and we hope they bring you many moments of release and contentment. Feel free to share our story with any other story site but please attribute it to us. And finally, please write if you enjoyed it for I would love to hear from my fans. Thank you.
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Chapter Seven -- Jean's Need for Power
Jean could sense the change in her lover as time progressed. Jenn had begun to make more appointments to the point of filling up his schedule so that he barely had any time left to spend with Jean, either for their morning bed and bath sessions or their afternoon shopping and salon sessions. Nor did he seem to want to take the time to pay even lip service to her emotional and physical needs let alone take the time to physically attend to them. It seemed to Jean that he had become addicted to the sex he was having with his clients and no longer wanted or needed to be with her. Worse yet was that Jenn had found that he enjoyed parading his clients through the condo and using the entire space for his sex sessions. Why not? He owned the place. Jean could just clear out if she didn't like it.
He seemed to be purposefully denying her any privacy. He liked letting his slaves go through his entire wardrobe in case anyone wanted to have him dress in a particular style. He also loved tempting them with a view of Jean's wardrobe, whips, canes, restraining devices and all of the other hardware of sadism she had in her dungeon so they could choose whatever torture met their needs on any given day. He loved fulfilling his customer's deeper, darker needs because he knew the tables would be turned and their fury would be slackened on him at the end.
Jean was often forced to share the apartment during those long evenings listening to the verbal abuse and the moans of pain and lust and ecstasy that emanated from Jenn's "pleasure room". It had become more and more evident over the months that Jenn no longer needed Jean as he had at first; that he was becoming more independent, more self-confident, and more in control of his own destiny and Jean had grown resentful at being pushed to the sidelines. She watched her sweet little boygirl turn into a real bitch and the irony escaped her and left her non-plussed. Jenn made his plans without regard to Jean's schedule or her ideas on what might be fun for her to do on any given day. Oh, they still had an occasional morning together that helped take the edge off of Jean's sexual hunger but there wasn't the same intensity or sense of sharing. And it was often more done out of a sense of duty than of pleasure which was perhaps the biggest insult of all. As a result, Jean's jealousy grew to the point where it was taking over her entire waking time.
"I'm losing him and I don't want to. He owes me. I made him into what he has become. Yet I can't let him go. He is the most exciting creature I've ever met and I want him at my side and between my legs always. I miss him. I miss our time alone. I miss the sharing and I miss the sex. I have to think of a way to keep him. If I don't do something now, it'll be too late for me to ever lure him back to my bed."
In the sordid world of pornographic "modeling" and film-making, Jean had learned about the seamier side of life in New York. Almost all of Rod's male and transgendered film stars and many of his financial backers and producers had secrets they kept well hidden from society but had no problem revealing to their pleasure-seeking peers in the porn business. Jean's role as receptionist, makeup artist, costume designer and art director let her hover in the shadows where she became invisible and her presence was often taken for granted by the many men and women on the set. She was allowed to see things that even Rod wasn't aware of.
The amount of cocaine, downers, uppers and even heroin that were being used to get "up" for a scene or come down off of a high was staggering to her. Her very first exposure was etched in her memory and she later got to hear the full sordid story:
Early in her career, soon after Rod had hired her, she had just finished applying a darling young 16 year old transvestite's makeup and was putting away the tools of her trade, when Mitch Barker, Rod's 60 year old co-producer on this film, slipped into the room, knelt before the young, horny starlet and pulled out a large vial of white powder. He poured some out onto the glass vanity top, arranged it into four long lines and handed little Sarah Turner a short plastic straw.
"Time to get into gear, baby." Mitch announced.
Sarah cooed and giggled and excitedly bent down over the lines of coke and quickly snorted two of them up into his nose.
"Oh, FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!! Mmmmm YES!!!!!! That shit is sooooooo good, babydoll... (giggle)... Daddy is so nice to his little girl... You are such a good lover, aren't you huney???............ But Daddy does it for a reason, doesn't he sweetie?...... Little Sarah knows why he does it... Don't I, dollface?...... What does my big, perverted, sex-starved Daddy need his pretty baby to do to him to thank him?....... Hmmmm, baby?......And while you are thinking about that, does Daddy need some of this lovely poo-powder too or is all for your little girlie-boy?"
Whereupon, Mitch took the straw from Sarah's long nailed, pink-tipped fingers and snorted the remaining two lines deep into his nose. Laughing and giggling, Sarah stood up, molded her tiny little 5 foot tall frame against his 6 foot tall, toned body, put her arms up around Mitch's neck and pulled his lips hungrily down onto his own.
After a long, wet, erotically charged and pelvis grinding kiss, Sarah pulled Mitch's head back from his perfectly made up face roughly by his gray hair and said, "So, Daddy's hot and hard is he? Daddy thinks he can just bring out his pleasure powder and get his little girl all juiced up on his fun-drugs and turn him into a hot and bothered little teen whore? Hmmm?......... And what is it that Daddykins wants his little babygirl to do for him? You need to feel my soft fingers on your big, fat, cum-filled cock? Huh?.............. Just like this? Hmmmm?.... Doesn't it feel good Daddy?.... Don't you like how your little baby girl Sarah knows just exactly what to do to get you hot and hard and needing the softness of my touch? Huh?....... Tell me? Don't you like it? Don't you need it? Don't you crave it?"
As Sarah was talking this way to Mitch his slim little hand had reached down, unzipped his fly and snaked out of his pants his long, hard, blue-veined cock. It was enormous and although Jean had seen it several times before (and had sucked and fucked it herself as well) she was always taken aback at his size. Probably 9 inches long and at least 7 inches around it literally throbbed as it stood out straight from his open pants. Sarah was giggling as his hand lightly slid up and down his older lover's cock. Mitch was whimpering out his need and slowly humping his hips into Sarah's jacking fist.
"You know how to take care of your Daddy don't you, you sexy little boycunt whore?.... You fucking little junkie whore... You love Daddy's fat cock, don't you?..... You love getting high on Daddy's drugs and sucking and fucking Daddy til he shoots his load up your tight pussy ass, don't you, cunt?.... Don't you?"
Sarah closed his eyes when he heard Mitch talk like that to him. He reveled in the degradation and the humiliation of being this older man's drug addicted whore... his toy... his girlcocked, fuck queen... Sarah knew that as long as he was sexy enough to satisfy Mitch's need for young teen slut girlboys, he could count on being able to get as high as he needed, whenever he wanted. He was soooo glad he had been caught by this mature older man 2 years previously when he was dressed in his mother's panties, bra and tight little stretch dress and was sucking off his best friend Dennis in the dimly lit corner of their building's parking garage. He had been a terrified little 14 year old who wasn't really even sure why he loved dressing like a girl and sucking boys' cocks, yet he felt only thrilling pleasure when Mitch had told Dennis to beat it and had taken him roughly by the arm to his car and had driven him to a plush appointed apartment way downtown below the meat district on the lower West side.
Sarah hadn't been afraid because he knew Mitch. He was the nice older man who lived in their building and was an acquaintance of his mother's. But it was a little creepy that Mitch hadn't said a word and Sarah was so intimidated he was afraid to ask what was happening.
Upon their arrival, Mitch said, "Go get undressed and then come into the bathroom. I will run a tub for you."
Sarah had been made to soak in a deliciously perfumed bath and even though he only had peach fuzz on his legs and arms, he had been shaven completely smooth by Mitch. As he was forced to stand up in the tub and turn to face this older man, he instinctively covered his genitals. This movement was abruptly stopped by a hard slap to the face.
"Keep your fucking hands to your sides. I'll tell you what to do and when to do it."
Sarah started whimpering but couldn't stop himself from getting a raging erection as he was being inspected by Mitch and asked to turn around slowly. Mitch proceeded to shave every little hair off of his genitals and from under his arms. Luckily there was no other hair to remove. At 14 he had begun to go through puberty but it hadn't gone far enough to cause his beard or body hair to grow other than around his penis and under his arms and with the barest amount of soft peach fuzz everywhere else.
But the slap had terrified him and he had frozen. He couldn't move. He didn't know what to do. Would this man hurt him? Was he going to die? He started to cry and shake and was completely petrified. He was hyperventilating when Mitch told him to get into the bedroom and put on the outfit that had been left for him there by Mitch before he'd come into the bathroom. The young boy couldn't move. Mitch finally had to carry the boy into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed.
"Look, I am not going to hurt you. But now that I know what kind of boy you are and what kinds of things make you happy, I will take care of you from now on. Don't worry about your mother. I will arrange that as well. But you have to do what I tell you to do. OK? Have I made myself clear?"
Sarah had merely curled into a fetal position and remained silent. Mitch sighed and said, "Ok huney, I'll get you a little something to take the edge off of things. You're just a little scared that's all."
He went to a drawer of the vanity and pulled out a plastic container of Opium perfumed talc. He also took out a little medicine kit and Sarah had watched in fascination as he put some of the talcum powder into a spoon and lit a lighter under it until the powder seemed to turn into a liquid. He then sucked the liquid up into a syringe, walked over to little Sarah, pulled his foot out from under him and proceeded to give him an injection between two of his toes.
Within seconds, Sarah had felt flushed and warm and so light and deliciously relaxed that he had started to giggle and rolled over onto his back and reached up his hands and said,
"Oooo, Mr. Barker, I feel wooooooonderful. Mmmmmm, how can I thank you? (giggle) I bet I know what Mr. Barker wants, don't I?" (giggle)
And with that he had gotten onto his knees and pulled the clothes that were laid out on the bed over to him and slowly dressed himself in them. First he slipped on the pink satin corset with black feather fringe and black laces that Mitch obligingly cinched up as tight as he could. Then he bunched the pink, seamed hose and slipped first one and then the other slowly up each leg and attached the scalloped lace welts at the tops of the stockings to the 8 fat satin garters that hung down from the corset. He then slipped into the long-sleeved, see through black babydoll peignoir and slipped his feet into the hot pink satin mules with the 4" black heels and black ankle straps that were at the side of the bed.
"Hmmm... I guess that's it," the young boy thought. "No panties... No dress... Well Ok... (giggle)... I think I'm going to like this... Whatever he gave me sure is goooooooood. Oh yeah... I want more of that...Mmmmmmmmm, he is such a hot looking older man. I wonder how big his dickiebird is?..... (giggle)... No more scared little boys for me... Now I get a real man... (giggle)...My first... (giggle)"
He was feeling as light headed and wonderful as he had ever felt in his life. Everything was good. Everything was perfect. He didn't know what it was that Mr. Barker had given him but he wanted a LOT more. If he could feel like this forever then that is what he wanted. He keep giggling and when he got up to walk over to the vanity to put some makeup on, just like he loved to do when Mom was at work after school, he couldn't seem to control his legs. He had to laugh and was so thankful when Mr. Barker carried him over and sat him in front of the mirror.
He said out loud to no one in particular, "First brush out my long blonde hair... I am so glad it is down to my shoulders now... And don't forget the bangs... CUTE!!!!!!..... Now, for some mascara and eye shadow... And some blush... Hmmm... What colors are there for my lips???? Oh... Hot fuchsia pink to go with the corset... Oh, yes!!!.... giggle... Look at my little dickie, Mr. Barker... it is soooooo hard... Do you think it is cute too? Do you like it? Do you want to touch it? Mmmmmm, I'll bet you do... I bet you even want to suck it, don't you loverboy..."
And with that he slowly swiveled around on his seat and spread his legs out wide and started tickling his balls and running his fingers up and down his hard but small cock and said, "Ooooo, sweet Mr. Barker... You have been soooooo nice to me... I think I know what you want me to do in return... Don't I?.... Hmmmm?.... Yes, I can see that you can't take your eyes off of my little dickiebird... You like little boys like me who want to be girls... Don't you sweetie?" he said out loud.
But to himself he thought, "Gee, this is fun... No more trying to get the boys in our building to let me dress up for them so I can suck them off... And maybe, if I am lucky, I won't have to beg for a little cream to drink down my starving throat cuz I have a feeling Mr. Barker has a ton of cream just waiting for me to drink down."
He was so loose he couldn't stop laughing. Especially as he looked down and saw his cock tip straining to get out from under the edge of the black feather-edged corset. He tried to stand up in the fuchsia pink mules but couldn't seem to keep his balance like he normally could when he wore his mother's heels. "Hmmm, must be the stuff he gave me..." and then he couldn't stop his almost uncontrollable giggling.
Laughing at his clumsiness he merely got onto his knees, crawled over to Mr. Barker and unzipped his pants to reach in and grab his penis.
"Oh dear, it is so much bigger than Dennis's. It's so hard too. You never answered me... Does Mr. Barker like little boys like me who want to be girls? Hmm? It sure looks like it... (giggle, giggle)"
He leaned forward and, as if in slow motion, stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and began licking up the drops of clear fluid that kept appearing on the tip of his cock.
Within 5 days, Sarah had become a three hits a day junkie but to keep track marks from spoiling the beauty of his skin, Mitch merely chipped the juice under his skin or shot it between his toes. Even better, as far as Sarah was concerned, Mitch was whoring him out to all of the men on his "A" list. Men with power and money and influence. But also men with a desperate need for young boys who looked and dressed and acted like the giggly, submissive, teenaged, sissy-whore girls they longed to be.
Sarah, had fallen into his new life with total abandon. Sarah's mother's silence was purchased with the gift of a 16 year old Lithuanian girl to keep her bed hot at night and the apartment spotless during the day and all of the cocaine she could consume. The nights when the four of them would party together were seared into Sarah's memory and the first time his mother had reached out to stroke his garter belt framed cock was the first time Sarah had felt completely loved and accepted by his mother since he knew he was a gay transvestite at age 9. Watching his mother cook her own cocaine and shoot both herself and Tanya up before turning to him and cooking his junk, binding his arm and shooting him up was as close to sexual nirvana as he felt he could come. But to then watch his lover Mitch fuck Tanya from behind, pull out just in time to empty his load into Sarah's mouth and then feel his mother climb onto his cock and fuck herself till she sobbed out her orgasm and pleasure, was all the heaven he needed to experience in this life.
Jean knew that Mitch liked controlling his young teen whores with drugs so she wasn't surprised when she watched them snort those four lines together before Sarah went out to do her scenes in the trannie slave movie they were shooting. But she WAS shocked that they had done it so openly, knowing full well that she was in the room watching them.
"You need me to slip down on my knees and take your cock into my mouth and suck you like I did that first time after you caught me in my Mommy's panties and bra?.... Huh, baby?.... You want pretty Sarah to suck your cock til you shoot out your hot stuff into my mouth or all over my perfectly made up face??.... Isn't that what Daddy wants and needs?..... Ooooooooo, I KNOW that's what you need baby... But you know what lover? Not now, you'll mess my makeup and so you'll have to find somewhere else to dump your stinking, hot load of man-jiz... You perverted, disgusting, filthy, old man... You really think you can get it up and cum on me whenever you want, you fucking bastard? Hmmmmmm?..... Babygirl Sarah doesn't know whether his huney still has what it takes..."
With that last taunt, Mitch tossed Sarah onto the floor, slapped him hard across the face and then pulled him into a kneeling position on all fours over the vanity bench. He got behind his charge's soft, round bottom and softly caressed his hands over Sarah's white flesh. Jean could see the taught, fat garters cut deeply into his ass and thighs and the frilly lace edge of his corset frame his red, puckered asshole for a brief moment before Mitch thrust his thick, throbbing, fat-veined, un-lubed, blood-engorged cock straight up into Sarah's rectum.
Sarah let out a cry as his dry cock ripped into her ass, past his sphincter and then slowly change the sounds he made to moans and sighs and finally he started whimpering as Mitch began rhythmically fucking his little protg up the ass. Within minutes the gray haired man had reached around and started jacking Sarah's own hard cock while he built his fuck up to the edge of cumming.
"Oh, Yessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!! You whore... Take that cream, you junked up slut bitch!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah... Daddy needs that... Daddy needs to cum into his sweet boygirl's tight cunny... And his little whore loves it, doesn't he??........ Feel me pumping you full?..... Does Daddy's little bitch-boy like that? ... Don't you love all that hot spunk shooting into your ass... Impregnating you with my seed... Filling up your emptiness with my hot load?"
Sarah, whose own cock had shot out a load of cum all over the satin covered vanity bench, had slumped down and started to curl into a ball of satiated, post-orgasmic, drug-induced complacency. He uttered deep, guttural, whimpers of satisfaction. Mitch got to his feet, bent down, poured out four more lines of coke and pulled Sarah up into a sitting position. He handed Sarah the straw and forced his head down with his hand held in the long, luxurious folds of Sarah's now wavy blonde hair. He then slapped Sarah and told her to snort up what he'd lined out for her so she could go out and do her scene. Sarah snorted all four lines and in seconds was up, retouching his lipstick, straightening his stockings, slipping into his 4" pumps and laughing drunkenly at Mitch's satiated body slumped in the chaise lounge in the corner.
Sarah's tiny little cock, all 5" of it, was raw looking but rock hard as she walked out to the set where the crew was waiting for him to perform the next scene of the film. It was another in his favorite series since it was written as a biographical sketch of his own life. This scene had him recreating the first time he had been gang-banged after being picked up by Mitch, bathed, shot up and kept in the clothes a whore would wear while 8 of Mitch's friends were called over to fuck this drug-addled, totally dependent, girlieboy cumslut.
Jean would never have believed what she'd just seen if she hadn't been told about Mitch and Sarah's first meeting and their open drug use by Rod. It excited her to see Mitch control his young protg so completely through the administration of cocaine and heroin. She knew it was a total turn on for her when she took her first step out of the makeup room and she felt the stream of pussy juice escape her slit, drip through her panties and slick the insides of her thighs.
Later she would masturbate her own pussy to cum after cum after cum as she followed the two of them when they left the building and then watch Mitch as he gave in to Sarah's pleading for his nightly hit of heroin. She couldn't believe the sheer eroticism she felt as she witnessed half of the liquid slip into the boy's arm and his reaction to the drug.
For the first time she understood the sexual pleasure one could derive from exercising power and control over another person through the denial or the offering of drugs. She had never understood Mitch until that evening as she watched him exercise total control over Sarah, as she stood in the shadows watching young Sarah spend the next 3 hours out on the street working as his whore and letting the men she attracted do the most degrading and sexually perverse things to her body.
It was clear to Jean that once the powerful liquid took effect, Sarah would do anything Mitch asked her to do. Sarah's first john wanted a blow job only. But by the wee hours of the night and the 5th or 6th customer, Sarah's willingness to continue fucking and sucking every cock that walked past him was fading. Jean stared in fascination as Mitch openly sat Sarah down on some steps in an entryway, lifted his skirt above his stocking tops, took out a syringe from his briefcase and then proceeded to inject the second half of it into Sarah's soft white ass.
Sarah immediately started to giggle and his cock tented out the front of his skirt. He was almost delirious from this drugged out drunkenness and it seemed to Jean that Mitch could have asked Sarah to jump into the Hudson River and he would have done it laughing the entire time. Jean now understood why Mitch had called Sarah "his little junkie whore". At 16, it was clear to Jean that Mitch had turned Sarah on to the pleasure of drugs and through them had taken total control his will and destiny.
As she listened one more time to the cries of sadistic and masochistic pleasure and ecstasy that came out of Jenn's pleasure room, Jean thought back to the simplicity and power of that lesson and she knew what she had to do to control her lover's behavior.