Sextravaganza ’16 (Charlize Theron)

[Gianni Shamari]

Maré's day began with the satisfying chime of $10,000 being swiftly counted by his trusty money counter. The crisp sound signaled the start of a new day and the beginning of a milestone celebration. With a faint scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering in the air, Maré stood by the window of his elegant triplex at 740 Park Avenue in the Lenox Hill neighborhood of Manhattan, taking in the rising sun's glow over the city skyline.

As he watched the golden light dance across the buildings, Maré couldn't help but feel grateful for the life he had built. "35 years young and still counting," he murmured to himself, a wistful smile on his lips.

"Good morning, sir," his butler greeted him with a hint of anticipation. "The preparations for tonight's gala are well underway. The florist just called to confirm the delivery of the white roses for the decor."

"Excellent," Maré replied, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I want everything to be perfect. It's going to be a night to remember." His excitement was palpable, igniting a sense of thrill and anticipation in the audience for the upcoming event.

With renewed energy, he returned to the cityscape, envisioning the glamour and luxury of the "All-White" birthday gala he was hosting in The Hamptons later that evening. It was destined to be an event, and every detail had to exude unparalleled elegance and luxury, indulging the audience in its grandeur.

Then Tazzy appeared utterly nude from the bedroom, and her body looked beyond luscious. Her firm tits, well-defined six-pack abs, and trimmed pussy were very noticeable as she approached Maré.

“Happy Birthday, Maré,” Tazzy spoke as she kissed him.

“Thanks, baby girl, I appreciate that,” Maré replied.

“How young are you now?” Tazzy joked with a smile.

“I’m 35 years young,” Maré laughed.

“You don’t age at all.” Tazzy felt.

“I know; I make 35 look like the new 22.”

Maré and Tazzy sank into the plush couch in the dimly lit living room. The flickering glow of the smartphone illuminated their excited faces as they watched the exclusive invitation video for Maré's birthday party. The rich tones of the voices from the video filled the room, drawing the two friends into the glamour of the occasion.

"Be in The Hamptons," Tazzy repeated, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the exclusive location.

"You're cordially invited to celebrate the birthday of the King of New York... Maré!" Monica Hershel's voice boomed from the screen with its unmistakable air of sophistication, underscoring the exclusivity of the invitation and making the audience feel privileged to be part of such an event.

Maré grinned as Heather Hunter's voice followed, "Remember, this invite admits only the recipients of this invitation, plus one guest."

Tazzy gazed in awe as the video showcased appearances by celebrity game changers like Sean "Diddy" Combs and Rihanna. The familiar voices and larger-than-life personalities seemed to fill the room with their presence. The video concluded with Ric Flair saying, “Style and profile. Be there or hear about it on social media. Wooo!”

"I love this video!" Tazzy exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. There is so much star power!"

"Thanks. It's going to be lit tonight," Maré promised, a spark of anticipation in his eyes.

Monica looked fierce in a white Aquilano Rimondi suit and matching sports bra, diamond spike earrings, and a diamond snake ring. Standing next to her was Tazzy, dressed only in white shorts. They walked through Maré's mansion in East Hampton and were immediately struck by its opulence. The rich aroma of aged oak greeted them as they stepped inside, and the soft, warm light that filtered through the hand-stenciled ceilings filled the space with an inviting glow.

"Isn't it breathtaking?" Maré exclaimed, his voice filled with pride. "These reclaimed floorboards were salvaged from a historic barn in Vermont."

Tazzy ran her fingers over the two-foot-wide floorboards, feeling the rough texture and tracing the intricate patterns left by time and wear. “They’re beautiful,” she replied, marveling at the craftsmanship.

Moving through the house, Monica and Tazzy noticed the delicate scent of freshly made lavender and rose petal wallpaper in the air, adding a subtle floral note to the surroundings. Each room on the ground floor opened up to the outdoors through elegant French doors, allowing the gentle breeze and the distant sound of ocean waves to permeate the space.

As they made their way to the guest house, Maré gestured towards the private drive. "The guest house has its entrance, providing a sense of seclusion and privacy for our visitors," she explained.

Entering the guest house, Tazzy was struck by freshly laundered linens' crisp, clean scent. “This place is incredible,” she said, taking in the spacious rooms and thoughtful design.

“Yes, and the property is subdivided into two buildable lots, offering endless possibilities,” Maré added with a smile. “It truly is a special place.”

“Your place rocks!” Monica expressed.

“I wish I owned this house.” Tazzy chuckled. “I’ll walk around this property naked while eating a bowl of Cheerios.”

“You know I had to do it big at my house!” Maré shouted. “I cannot wait to party!”

Hours later, the air filled with the rumble of luxury cars – the purr of white limos, the sleek growl of Bentleys, and the commanding hum of Rolls-Royce Phantoms. As the sun began to set, the guests arrived in their stunning white attire, their laughter and chatter blending with the sultry beats of the music that poured out of the mansion.

The doors swung open, and a flood of elegantly dressed people, their outfits standing out against the backdrop of the opulent mansion, poured in. Maré's anticipation bubbled over as he watched the crowds stream in, each arrival injecting the night with an electric energy that hummed through the air.

Dressed in a crisp ice-white cotton linen outfit and sleek custom-made white Puma sneakers, Maré felt the music pulsing through his veins as he twirled and danced with Tazzy and Monica. "Don't Look Any Further" by Dennis Edwards filled the air, and Maré found himself lost in the rhythm, the melody moving through him in waves.

As the DJ spun the records, the beats of "Gettin’ Money (The Get Money Remix)" by Junior Mafia sent the crowd into a frenzy. The air was thick with the heady scent of perfume and cologne, the sound of clinking glasses, and laughter weaving through the intense bass of the music, creating an almost surreal atmosphere. The excitement was palpable, and for Maré, it was a moment where he felt like he was indeed on top of the world on his special day.
As the champagne flowed and classic rap music blared, it was clear that this was an event! About three hundred white-clothed people danced smoothly to the music, keeping the energy going. Maré wished the whole world could feel this celebration as he high-fived his guests and thanked them for coming to his party.

Maré was ready to eat when his vanilla Rolls-Royce-shaped birthday cake rolled out. All the guests sang “Happy Birthday” in the style of Stevie Wonder to him, which was awesome.

“Make sure you put that as the intro to my exclusive GoodFella birthday mixtape,” Maré shouted to DJ Gates. “The mixtape of the year. Let’s go!”

After indulging in a heavenly cake, Maré casually glanced around the room, where the sweet, nostalgic melodies had captured his guests' undivided attention. Amidst the gentle hum of conversation and the soft glow of candlelight, Maré was fixated on the hope of meeting someone special.

Suddenly, as if the universe had conspired in his favor, his gaze locked onto a vision of effortless beauty: a radiant, tanned-skinned woman draped in a flowing Valencia Atelier ivory strapless zip dress, her long, straight blonde hair catching the light as she gracefully navigated the room. The air seemed to shimmer around her, emphasizing her elegant silhouette and captivating charm.

As she drew nearer, Maré was spellbound by the rhythm of her approach, the delicate tapping of her heels blending seamlessly with the melodic backdrop. The surrounding guests ebbed and flowed like a living tide, creating a path for her to glide through with poise and grace. Their silent admiration was palpable, a wordless symphony of awe and reverence that mirrored Maré's reverent anticipation.

Finally, she stood before him, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief as she parted her lips to speak. "I couldn't resist the temptation to join you," she confessed, her voice a melody. And with that, she surprised Maré with a fleeting, enchanting kiss that left them both breathless, the world around them fading into a beautiful, peaceful stillness.

"Wow," Maré responded.

"Happy Birthday," she said softly. "I'm Charlize Theron."

"Wow, you're heaven-sent," Maré smiled. "You can't be real. You're so beautiful."

"Thank you," Charlize beamed. "You're very handsome, superstar. We're all here to party with you, Nature Boy."

"That's right," Maré agreed. "Tonight's my night. Can I have you?"

Charlize giggled. "You can have whatever you want, King of New York! It's your birthday."

Maré gently took Charlize’s hand, and she willingly followed him upstairs to the main bedroom, their sanctuary for birthday sex. Once Maré closed the golden doors, Charlize unzipped her dress slowly and deliberately. The way she stripped out of her clothes was art in motion. Her sexy body transfixed Maré. The great pair of natural perky tits with puffy nipples, the summer abs, toned legs, and shaved pussy were worth his full attention. Charlize was heaven-sent just for Maré, and he couldn’t wait to devour every inch of this goddess sexually!

Maré skinned out of his clothes and signaled her to come to him. “I want you. I need your loving.”

“Dark, handsome, muscular, and rich. You are everything I want.” Charlize replied.

Charlize approached Maré, and they kissed passionately. Her body locked completely to his; her moist tits were pressed against his chest. Maré held Charlize firmly; his tongue sought hers avidly, and their tongues intertwined. Soft moans escaped their mouths as they were French kissing and feeling up on each other. Then Charlize knelt and took Maré’s cock in the wet confines of her mouth.

“Oh, shit.” Maré exhaled. “Yes, baby. That feels so good.”

Charlize massaged his balls with her soft hands while performing fellatio on Maré, and her eyes looked up at him with sweetness and lust. She looked so sexy and naughty worshipping Maré’s dick. The wet pleasure he was getting from her oral magic was tremendous. Charlize was the guru of blowjobs. She pulled her mouth off Maré’s dick and began sucking his balls while stroking him. Then Charlize flicked her tongue on Maré’s balls and spat on the tip of his dick.

“I like blowing this dick.” Charlize slurped. “I’m ready to take this demo to the next level.”

Smiling, Maré gently lay Charlize on the golden king-sized bed. He began kissing her beautiful face and lips deeply. Then he licked his way down to Charlize’s navel and toned abs as he listened to her moan and exhaled. This triggered Maré to stretch his hands and massage Charlize’s nice, sensitive boobs. He made love to her sexy navel with his lips and tongue.

“You have beautiful soft skin,” Maré murmured. “I want to taste your kitty.”

Maré went downward to her pussy and began performing cunnilingus on Charlize. Licking up and down, in circles, and sucking, the freshness and sweetness of Charlize’s pussy was the best flavor he had ever tasted on his birthday. Charlize loved every second of it as she giggled from the pleasure.

“Oh, my God, it’s so good.” Charlize sighed. “Eat my pussy just like that.”

Charlize arched her back and moaned passionately. Maré held her tight around the small of her back to maintain the fantastic rhythm and intensity of stimulation. Her eyes were closed, and Maré could sense the pleasure was about to overtake her.

“Cum for your king, baby girl.” Maré encouraged her. “I want it.”

“I’m cumming.” Charlize sighed.

At that moment, Charlize’s body trembled, and she squirted on Maré’s mouth. He licked his wet lips, tasting her erotic juice. Charlize rose and licked Maré’s mouth so she could taste her erotic essence.

“I want you to ride me,” Maré instructed.

“Sure, it’s your birthday,” Charlize replied. “You get what you want. Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

“Yes, I am,” Maré answered.

Maré lay on his back with his erect dick high in the air. Charlize straddled Maré cowgirl style and began fucking him. She ground slowly on his dick. Charlize leaned forward on her knees to ride Maré like a jet ski. Biting her lips and throwing her head back, Charlize bounced up and down on Maré. He loved watching her pussy move up and down hard and fast on his dick. He reached up and held on to her tits as he thrust her. The pleasure was unique. Maré sucked her tits and felt her nipples stiffened in his mouth. Charlize looked deeply into his eyes with a smile. She ground her hips and long strokes, riding Maré rigorously. He rubbed her clit while she was riding him to ecstasy. Overcame with intense pleasure, Charlize lifted off Maré’s dick to catch her breath. Giggling, she grabbed and stroked his dick while she gathered herself.

“That was intense.” Charlize sighed. “Your dick is so good.”

“I’m a sex savant, princess.” Maré jested as I kissed her. “Pleasuring women is what I do best.”

Maré playfully fell on top of Charlize and inserted his dick in her wanting pussy. Then Maré fucked her fast and hard. Charlize’s tits rotated perfectly with his motion. The pleasure of being inside her velvet pussy had Maré on an erotic high. He sped up the tempo as her super-sculpted abs flexed. She cupped her tits with both hands.

“Yes, fuck me!” Charlize shouted. “This pussy is yours!”

Her dirty talking encouraged Maré to thrust her excitedly. Charlize’s face squinched with ecstasy. Then she strained her torso, receiving the pleasure she yearned, and quivered under him. Maré felt her pussy squirting all over his dick. The sensation of this fuck session was unbelievable!

“Your pussy is so amazing,” Maré told her. “I’m in heaven.”

“You want to cum in me?” Charlize asked softly.

“Yes. It’s my birthday.” Maré beamed.

“Cum in me. Give me your golden load.” Charlize moaned.

After a few hard thrusts, Maré ejaculated deep in Charlize’s pussy. He collapsed on her, feeling sexually satisfied. They panted and laughed at the orgasms they had just had.

“Happy Birthday,” Charlize spoke. “I hope you enjoyed your erotic present.”

“Thanks. And yes, I enjoyed your present.” Maré responded. “Come on, let’s get dressed and dance the night away. My birthday party is still in full swing!”

Gold champagne bottles continued to be popped amongst Maré and his beautiful white-clothed guests as they celebrated life, success, and excellent health. The bright stars shined infinite upon all of them in attendance.

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