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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 okay
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
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Jenn's Hunger 7: A Prequel to Hard Time Sex
Copyright by Marcia St. Denis and Jennifer Stewart.
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
filmmaking, 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
till 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. Okay? Have I made myself
clear?"
Sarah had merely curled into a fetal position and remained
silent. Mitch sighed and said, "Okay 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 Okay... (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 till 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 changed the sounds he
made to moans and sighs and finally he started whimpering
as Mitch began rhythmically fucking his little prot?g? 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 prot?g? 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 blowjob 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.
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