Gangbang Tour Dates Posted
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Posted:Mar 5, 2024 4:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 2115 Views
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Gang Bang Tour Dates 2024
I will be doing a limited series of gangbangs in 2024.
Birmingham Al March 29-30
Atlanta Ga May 24-25
Boston Mass June 28-29
NYC August 16-17
Washington DC August 23-24
Savannah Ga October 25 & 26
Arrangements for Birmingham have been finalized. PM for specifics. Hope to see as many of you as possible
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Birmingham Gangbang March 29-30
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Posted:Mar 5, 2024 4:37 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 1817 Views
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After retiring after achieving my lifetime goal of 10,000 men in December 2023, I find my hungers have not been quenched and I will be returning for a series of gang bangs in 2024. The first will be held March 29-30 outside Birmingham Alabama.
Event Details
BlackCumSlutJenn: Married white slut, mid 50s, tanned, toned, tight, waxed hairless, 5.4, 101, 34b 23 35.
Dates: Friday March 29-30 10pm to 6 Am
Location: Days Inn 1838 Asheville Road, Leeds Al, 35094
Details: 3 hole, 100% bareback, no exceptions, No loads refused No drugs and over 18 only. The door will be open. The hotel rooms are accessible directly from the parking lot so no lobby to walk through. For real participates (you know who you are) a private email will be provided for further details, specifics, room number, times.
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Resolution to Evolution
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Posted:Feb 6, 2024 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 2265 Views
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Resolution to Evolution
Two days after the Christmas sabbatical my sexual remission lapsed. My needs and thirst became unquenchable, my lust uncontrollable and my desperate need actionable. I posted ads on 7 sites…a cock junkie begging for a fix. My wait was short in duration.
The inquiry was not unique, the requests, queries and desires not unusual…but nonetheless the specificity of need paramount…the catalyst for my 27 year addiction…fulfill every request…exceed every expectation, and earn the words “you are the best”. I never have been ashamed and have relished the title of slut. …Always encouraged by an open and confident husband who recognized that my purpose was to offer myself completely and without shame or limitation.
I arrived at his hotel; dressed as he had requested, with fragrance of his choosing and with my hair as mandated. He was an average man, in his 50s, a few extra pounds, and a bit shy, but tonite he was in charge, in control and dictated the dance. I was his and I loved it.
I served him without limitation, denied him nothing and honored his darkest needs, craving each moment. As we approached the finality, our bodies locked, his bare cock as deep as he could thrust in me, I held him close and whispered the words that every man craves…I met every thrust and was shuttering and shaking as his cocked jerked and pulsed, spraying his warm sperm into me, for a short period as intimate as two people can be.
We lay motionless our sweating bodies at rest for a brief period until his now flaccid cock withdrew and his semen dripped from my open hole…and then I was graciously excused, my purpose fulfilled.
There was nothing special or unique about our time…except he was number 10,000. The event I had imagined and dreamed of for over 25 years..,nothing like I envisioned, no balloons from the ceiling, no confetti, no brass band playing John Philip Sousa marches…just me in a strange and lonely retrospect..an empty abyss, an anti-climatic haze of men, encounters, exposure and emptiness.
A quiet few days offered a vision of clarity…a chapter had closed, a goal fulfilled, a journal full of experiences undeniable and mine for ever…but continuing in the same vein seemed trite and unsatisfying…10,100…10,200…just numbers…the benchmark achieved.
Nothing in the above lessens the sheer joy, excitement, anxiousness, lust and intoxicating risk I experienced down the path. While it’s doubtful there will be any entries in the annals of history, I’m proud of the achievement. It required unyielding commitment, a supportive husband and of course thousands of willing men…I’m so fortunate to have experienced each.
I’m equally proud of the darker pursuits, the , escorting, enslavement, the BBC groups, the endless gang bangs, and the other taboos reserved for savoring in private.
Yet my sexual needs had not been extinguished or sated. A reflection over the past 27 years revealed clear memories of two situations…the hard, intense, and challenging, and the intimacy for those where a mental bond formed. Everything else merely a non recallable entry in a lengthy journal.
Older now with a preference for single malt scotch over jello-shots, the mature and interesting rather than the young and empty and a fear of age relegating me to a tawdry caricature of a washed up …evolution is inescapable and it’s coming.
Over the coming days the evolution with be orchestrated, implemented and realized. Stay tuned!
Finally a special thanks to the many friends who accepted me, were always close by with a warm hello, words of encouragement and pushed me to be better. All the best, Jenn.
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I love Atlanta
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Posted:Oct 1, 2023 8:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 5658 Views
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I’ve been in Atlanta for a few days on my way back home. Atlanta has always been a fantastic venue for me…the combo of affluent businessmen and a predominately black population are the perfect combination for me .
I had 5 dates during the day…doing what I do, pleasing, submitting, being the fantasy woman then men crave and pay for. 😊 I enjoyed them each, but more importantly they enjoyed me.
By late evening I was craving more and posted in blacktowhite. Late postings are hit and miss but the %s in Atlanta are always better. Within 2 hours I had 4 offers, but one in particular was the stand out…3 men staying at the St Regis on Paces Ferry. I like the descriptions, attitudes, and address. I accepted and arrived at about 12:30.
The next 3 hours were what makes me an addict for black cocks…3 gorgeous black men in their 30s, each with cocks no smaller than 9, thick, black as tar and heavily veined. I earned my title BlackCumSlutJenn and took each cock in every hole multiple times….with in about an hour I was in the zone…it happens rarely but is a blissful space where I become purely a sexual animal…no inhibitions, no ego, just a pure slut…erotic energy.
I had cocks in both holes, and choking on a third. Sweating profusely as I took them…I mentally became a voyeur watching myself in my mind as I served three black men. Soon the hypersensitivity set in…peak pleasure with non stop orgasms…a continuing ebb and flow, peaks and valleys but continuous .
I was convulsing, my pussy squirting uncontrollably and flooding their cocks with my liquids. My eyes rolled back in to my head as I met their thrusts with unbridled lust.
I took 3 more loads…one in each hole. Swollen, dripping and savoring the thick jam and after taste of black sperm. We collapsed together and just started to laugh…the finally emotional release.
I had two other dates early in the morning…10 men for the day, 17 beautiful draining. I was filled with cum from multiple men. I felt so good ❤️
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How Wonderful It Is
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Posted:Jul 22, 2023 12:19 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 7303 Views
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Perhaps I’m rare, afflicted or jaded, but I’ve never been with a man I have not enjoyed. The range has been fascinating…refined and elegant or rough and vulgar, educated or illiterate and every race.
My joy is fulfilling a need, providing an experience reflecting a particular want, fetish or fantasy.
As different as the men themselves, from an elegant companion mistress to a degraded slut, I love the variety. Whether a weekend in Bermuda or sucking a cock in an F150, I love them all.
The ages vary by the source of introduction…but suffice to say they range from too young to elderly.
Prior to last night, my senior date has been a affluent gentlemen in Palm Beach. His erotic mind, and dark cravings have always create an amazing and intense sexual experience. He is 78. My weekends with him are always magical…from shopping on Worth Ave, to dinner at Renato, or the Everglades Club…a poised social partner offering companionship, conversation and commiseration Palm Beach style…all merely a prelude, aperitif or courtship for satisfaction of his kinks.
His planned vignettes always challenge me, test my willingness, skills and endurance and leave me exhausted, spent and drained only to be required to give more. What his aged body lacks his keen mind counter balances. The juxtaposition of our time, the unknown scenarios make my visits among the most special.
Yet the extremes are always dynamic, fluid and ultimately broken or exceeded, and while my time in Maine is generally reflective, regenerative and introspective, my pledge to my sexuality never is abated. As such I accepted a proposal from an 83 year old man last night. To be honest our time together was fabulous…a perfect blend of communication, laughter and mental connection…natural, intimate and so satisfy. As I left early this morning filled with his sperm I smiled and tingled with fascination. How wonderful it all is. Jenn
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How Wonderful It Is
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Posted:Jul 22, 2023 9:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 7187 Views
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Perhaps I’m rare, afflicted or jaded, but I’ve never been with a man I have not enjoyed. The range has been fascinating…refined and elegant or rough and vulgar, educated or illiterate and every race.
My joy is fulfilling a need, providing an experience reflecting a particular want, fetish or fantasy.
As different as the men themselves, from an elegant companion mistress to a degraded slut, I love the variety. Whether a weekend in Bermuda or sucking a cock in an F150, I love them all.
The ages vary by the source of introduction…but suffice to say they range from too young to elderly.
Prior to last night, my senior date has been a affluent gentlemen in Palm Beach. His erotic mind, and dark cravings have always create an amazing and intense sexual experience. He is 78. My weekends with him are always magical…from shopping on Worth Ave, to dinner at Renato, or the Everglades Club…a poised social partner offering companionship, conversation and commiseration Palm Beach style…all merely a prelude, aperitif or courtship for satisfaction of his kinks.
His planned vignettes always challenge me, test my willingness, skills and endurance and leave me exhausted, spent and drained only to be required to give more. What his aged body lacks his keen mind counter balances. The juxtaposition of our time, the unknown scenarios make my visits among the most special.
Yet the extremes are always dynamic, fluid and ultimately broken or exceeded, and while my time in Maine is generally reflective, regenerative and introspective, my pledge to my sexuality never is abated. As such I accepted a proposal from an 83 year old man last night. To be honest our time together was fabulous…a perfect blend of communication, laughter and mental connection…natural, intimate and so satisfy. As I left early this morning filled with his sperm I smiled and tingled with fascination. How wonderful it all is. Jenn
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Reflections
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Posted:Jul 18, 2023 5:12 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 7233 Views
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My annual summer sabbatical in coastal Maine is a glorious counter balance to my darker pursuits.
Morning walks along the fog masked shores, brisk temperatures and solitude always are the catalyst for reflection, introspection and contemplation. Afternoons of sailing, swimming and seal & whale watching….as pastoral and bucolic as possible and an antithesis of my split life.
I can only reflect on my addictions, cravings and inner insatiability. On my knees in a dark and dirty booth…my mouth and lips pouting to take any cock that appears through the hole….sucking, slurping and throating to please and to temporarily quench a burning need. Begging and using all my energy and skill just to feel the pulse and jerk of a strangers cock and his moans as his warm cum floods my mouth. Swallowed instinctually…his cock tightly squeezed to insure his every drop is consumed. Then quickly dismissed, as a new cock and a new set of balls to drain appear. Minutes turn into hours as my hungers are only inflamed by every load swallowed, a trance, a unique bliss an addiction out of control.
The fuck toy of random men met online, flown in for a weekend or a week to fulfill their dirty needs. I’m honored and flattered to be desired, proud to be their reciprocal, and offer my holes for their unlimited use. Exposed and exhibited as a common slut…my pussy swollen and moist from the attention, and the eyes focused on me as I walk the street. Their needs satisfied without question or condition.
A gangbang queen, adult theaters, and cheap motels the venues of choice for a constant flow of men,
Their cocks taken bare, their sperm taken deep inside, a brief moment of beautiful intimacy in a cold and ugly world. Somehow it’s the reputation I cherish. From 1/1/23 to 6/30/23…617 men, 14 gangbangs, 11 fuck toy trips and so much more.
As I hike the Schoodic in all its beauty, I’m eager to return for more.
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Memorial Day Weekend Picnic
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Posted:May 27, 2023 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 8885 Views
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For those who have inquired, the annual picnic will be held from noon until … On Sunday May 28th at the usual location. The invites were sent to all “qualified” guests on May 10th and the RSVPs were greatly appreciated with a fantastic response. Everyone is welcomed to enjoy the grounds, pool and lake. For those wanting more, I will be retiring to the guest house about 8pm to entertain, please and enjoy all interested. As always be kind, friendly and respectful . Eager to rekindle our past meets. Jenn.
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Smyrna TN Gangbang April 7 & 8
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Posted:Mar 18, 2023 9:23 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2023 4:46 pm 9687 Views
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I’ll be visiting and having gang bangs on both Friday & Saturday nights April,7 & 8 Unlike my last gb in Nashville this will NOT be open door. All attendees will be vetted, verified and confirmed. If you don’t plan on attending, please don’t say you are coming.
This will be a bare back only, three hole access event. If you are not comfortable with that…understood, just don’t say you’re coming and not show. I am limiting the attendance to 32 over 4 hours, and the event will be discreetly convened and executed at an area hotel. It will commence at 10pm and end at 2:am.
If you are sincere please express your interest, ask any questions and provide a preferred method of contact. You will be contacted and provided time and location. Thanks Jenn
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72 Hours in Raleigh
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Posted:Feb 10, 2023 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 2:46 am 10696 Views
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72 Hours in Raleigh
After escaping from the chaos of DC, I was looking forward to 3 days of planned recuperation in Raleigh NC. My business requirements were brief; my new found freedom igniting my inner lust….my libido prevailed..ads and online posts placed. The response was absolutely astounding…far better than my “go to for cock” locales in Nashville, NOLa or Atlanta….138 responses within 6 hours.
The next 3 days could only be described as a binge…a seemingly endless supply of needy men discreetly heading to room 412. Ice breaking conversation and pleasantry soon abandoned in favor of nameless and anonymous strangers, entering my dim suite with a singular purpose and need. For reasons elusive to me, but clear to Freud, this is the element I love…no excuses, shame or apology, just lost in a sea of strange cock and animal instincts.
Dark shadowy strangers encouraged by my now unchecked desires…” I want your cock buried to the sack…fuck my mouth….choke me”. The visits lasted from a few minutes to over an hour…just the time to earn their cum nothing more. Our needs met, no need to dally.
In between guests I responded to new requests scheduling arrivals in the time cadence learned from past experiences. As the hours evolved I entered “the zone”, the transition to pure sexual energy, the liberation from social dogma, inhibitions, and decorum to an inner burn, and pinpoint focus on my purpose and essence. It’s my escape, inner release.
As the hours past into early AM, the characters became darker, the encounters rougher, the demands more intense. My swollen cum filled holes now lusted for rather than questioned. …I was merely a cum receptacle for use, pleasure, release and then abandoned…fulfilling my purpose and then of no further use.
As dawn broke, the visits slowed. I lay sore, fatigued and flush from countless orgasms. My mind reflected on the peak moments, the times my eyes rolled into my head, the times i convulsed , shook, and pulsed my own fluids in uncontrolled release. I dozed in bliss, amazement and perhaps disbelief. It was a glorious opening for the 48 hours that followed.
My remorse is always that I couldn’t see everyone…in this way I failed, those eager, patient men who were prepared to drive across to use me…denied. Forgive me please! There will be another time, that I promise.
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