Sextravaganza

[Gianni Shamari]

It was a balmy summer evening on July 22, 2011, and Maré’s 30th birthday was full swing. He stood by the open window of his luxurious penthouse on Sutton Place, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of city flowers as he gazed at the shimmering East River. The distant sound of laughter and music from the bustling streets below mingled with the soft hum of the city, creating a symphony of urban life. The setting sun's golden rays painted the city in a warm, inviting glow, casting long shadows and adding a touch of magic to the evening. The skyscrapers of Manhattan stood tall, their lights beginning to twinkle as the day turned into night.

“It’s surreal to be turning 30,” Maré mused, a thoughtful smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for his youth, a surge of excitement for the possibilities ahead, and a hint of apprehension for the responsibilities that come with age. The thought of leaving his carefree 20s behind was bittersweet, but he was also eager to embrace the new experiences and challenges his 30s would bring. “But I’m ready for the next chapter.”

That evening, Maré had meticulously planned a lavish celebration for his “Dirty 30 Ice Blue” birthday party on his yacht, ensuring it was an unforgettable event. As he read through the numerous kind birthday messages he had received, the doorbell rang, instantly grabbing his attention. To his utter surprise, his dear friend Naj’a Irie stood at the doorstep, a sight that filled him with shock and joy, her unexpected presence adding a delightful twist to the evening.

Naj’a, who was supposed to be in Paris for a photo shoot, had managed to sneak back into the city just for Maré’s birthday. She was a stunning model, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back as she carefully placed a tray of freshly baked chocolate cupcakes on Maré’s table. The sweet aroma filled the room, wrapping around Maré like a warm embrace.

“Happy Birthday, Maré,” Naj’a said, leaning in to kiss him. “I made these just for you.”

Maré grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Thanks, baby girl. These look amazing.”

As they sat down, Naj’a couldn't help but tease Maré. “So, how young are you now?” she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“I’m 30 years young,” Maré laughed, reaching for a cupcake. “But with these cupcakes, I feel like a kid again.”

Naj’a chuckled. “You don’t age at all. You looked like a freshman in college,” she said, her words carrying a warmth that made Maré feel genuinely appreciated. Her genuine affection added a layer of warmth to the evening.

“I know,” Maré joked. “I make 30 look like the new 19.”

They savored the cupcakes, their laughter and conversation filling the air with warmth. Naj’a asked, “When will you have kids, Maré?”

Maré paused, thoughtful. “I’m still undecided. Maybe when I’m 33 or 35.”

“You’re going to have adorable kids,” Naj’a told him, her eyes sparkling. “I think you’ll be an amazing father.”

Maré smiled, grateful. “Thank you. I hope so. These are delicious!” Maré expressed. “They are the best cupcakes I have ever tasted.”

The delicious scent of chocolate filled the penthouse as they chatted, their laughter and conversation creating an atmosphere of warmth and inclusion that enveloped them. Strangely, the flavor turned Maré on. He gave Naj’a the eye between bites, and she teased him by licking her lips and flashing her tongue. Naj’a’s nipples were hard, which convinced Maré she had dirty thoughts on her mind, too. After they ate all the cupcakes, Naj’a got up, walked over to the window, and looked out at the exclusive scenery of the East River. She looked sexy standing there smiling, and her ass was nice and pert.

“You have a nice view, Maré,” Naj’a told him.

Maré got up, put his arms around her, and asked, “I want you. Can I have you, baby girl?”

Naj’a kissed Maré and responded, “Only if the sex is great!”

“You know it is, Goddess.”

“Well, it’s your birthday, and I’ll do everything.”

Naj’a pulled off her top, and Maré saw she was not wearing a bra. Naj’a had the most beautiful pair of tits he had ever seen. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, and her nipples were already erect and ready for him to suck on.

“Yeah, pussy is always accepted in my house,” Maré smiled. “I’m ready for my other present.”

They started kissing by the window. Maré picked her up quickly by the hips and lay her body softly on the leather couch. Then he performed cunnilingus on her. Naj’a closed her eyes, licked her lips, and rubbed her tits. She screamed excitedly as she placed her soft feet on Maré’s shoulders.

“Yes, eat my pussy!” Naj’a hollered. “You’re going to make me cum with your tongue.”

Her pussy was getting wetter by the second. She began to move around as Maré’s tongue went deeper into her love hole. Naj’a’s scream was such a turn-on that it had Maré’s dick super erect. He fingered, licked, and sucked her moist clit with expertise. Even though Naj’a moved around so much, Maré glued his tongue on her pussy. He enjoyed every scream she let out. Naj’a went wild with pleasure. She soon twisted and moaned as waves of intense orgasm hit her body. Naj’a’s pussy juice poured on Maré’s tongue.

“Your pussy is good,” Maré slurped.

“Looks like you had something tastier than a cupcake, huh?” Naj’a sighed.

“Yes, I did, sexy,” Maré responded. “I know you’re ready for this dick!”

“Yes, fuck me, Nature Boy!” Naj’a said softly. “It’s your birthday. Take what is yours.”

With a naughty grin, Maré plunged his dick into Naj’a’s pussy, which had her screaming in ecstasy. His dick spread her open wide as he fucked her. Naj’a’s pussy glazed his dick with cum. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Maré continued to plow her. With the pace he was going, Maré felt himself nearing an orgasm.

“I’m about to let loose, baby,” Maré told her.

“Give it all to me! Cum in my pussy.” Naj’a encouraged him. “Cum deep in my pussy.”

The sensation from the hardcore action was too much for Maré, and he could no longer hold his enthusiasm. With a roar, Maré flooded Naj’a’s pussy with his golden cum. Maré watched Naj’a push his warm cum from her erotic hole. The look of total satisfaction on her face after receiving a deep creampie had her wet pussy throbbing.

“That was awesome,” Naj’a replied. “That creampie feels so good in my pussy.”

“It looks so hot, oozing out of your pussy.” Maré smiled.

After they finished, they got dressed. Naj’a looked radiant, her hair pulled back in a short ponytail bob.

“Well, I have to go, Maré. I’ll see you at your party tonight!”

“Thanks for the cupcakes,” Maré replied.

Naj’a kissed him and walked out of his penthouse.


Maré slid into his sleek platinum-colored Lamborghini Reventón Roadster, the supple leather of the driver’s seat molding comfortably around him. Fabolous’s The Soul Tape mixtape filled the air as he cruised downtown, blending smooth beats and rhythmic lyrics.

The city bustled around him as he stopped at a red light. Through the open window, the sounds of the city merged with the music. He noticed his friend, Priya Rai, standing on the sidewalk. Her radiant beauty stood out even in the city's vibrant chaos. Dressed in a stylish tank top and blue shorts, she exuded an air of effortless elegance, complemented by the black gym bag slung over her shoulder and a bottle of Aquafina in her hand.

“Hey, Priya!” Maré called out as he leaned out of the window. “Need a lift?”

Priya’s smile lit up the street as she hurried over. “Hey, Maré! You're a lifesaver! Can you take me to 14th Street? I can't bear the thought of squeezing onto a subway in this heat."

“Of course, Priya. Hop in,” Maré replied, the engine's purr momentarily drowned out by her laughter.

“Thank you so much,” Priya said, settling into the luxurious seats. “It is sweltering down here.”

The air-conditioner calmed Priya down. To fully relax, she decided to take off her tank top. The bra she had on barely held her big tits. Priya’s perspired body had Maré aroused.

“This heat wave is no joke!” Maré continued. “It’s 128 degrees. This is the hottest summer day, and it’s my birthday.”

“Happy Birthday!” Priya exclaimed. “Thank you for the invitation to your party. I know you’re going to do it big tonight!”

“You know it.” Maré beamed. “It’s going to be an event!”

“I’ll be there!” Priya promised. “I cannot wait to party tonight!”

The bulged Maré sported caught her attention. Priya slowly took Maré’s dick out of its cloth prison. Smiling, Priya leaned over and went straight for his hard dick. Maré moved his hand to one of her tits. Her tits were round and firm, and she had a nice, erect nipple. As Maré drove with one hand, he massaged her tit with the other hand and enjoyed the fellatio she was giving him. Maré played with her ass as her head continued to go up and down on his dick. The pleasure was so good that Maré felt a bolt of energy shoot down his body and into his dick. He exploded into her warm, hard-working mouth. To his surprise, she swallowed every drop and kept his dick in her mouth, sucking it so smoothly until it deflated.

“Wooo, you’re good,” Maré said after taking a deep breath. “You’re a pro.”

“Well, Happy Birthday, Maré! That’s just a sample of what I can do.” Priya winked.

She cleaned herself with a wet wipe. Maré pulled up to the curb, dropped her off at her destination, and continued to cruise down the busy Manhattan streets. He was only 30 years old, and it seemed like the world was his playground.


It was well past midnight when Maré soared high above the iconic New York City skyline in a sleek helicopter, headed towards his lavish birthday gala. As he peered out of the window, the city lights twinkled like a vibrant sea of stars, and the Empire State Building stood tall, illuminated in a regal ice blue and white, complete with a glistening crown in celebration of his 30th birthday. The crisp night air rushed through the open windows, carrying the distant sounds of the bustling city and the faint scent of salty ocean air from the nearby harbor.

With Jay-Z’s classic “Only A Customer” thumping through his noise-canceling headphones, Maré couldn’t contain his excitement as the helicopter expertly maneuvered around a luxurious yacht before flawlessly aligning with the helipad for landing.

“This is going to be epic,” he thought, a broad grin on his face.

Stepping out of the aircraft, Maré was immediately greeted by the salty breeze and the distant sounds of laughter and music from his birthday celebration. He was decked out in a striking ice-blue cotton T-shirt, matching pants, and fashion-forward sneakers that felt as light as air on his feet. Perched atop his head was his iconic diamond-studded platinum king crown, adorned with dazzling grandidierite gemstones that shimmered like fractured moonlight in the darkness.

A sense of awe washed over him as he gazed at the night sky. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a massive blimp, its illuminated display casting a warm glow across the night. “Wow,” Maré breathed, his excitement palpable. “Look at that!” The blimp proudly showcased ice blue words in bold letters that proclaimed, “Happy Birthday, Maré! The King of New York!”

At that moment, surrounded by the sights and sounds, Maré felt like the true king of the city.

Inside the opulent yacht, Maré stepped in and was greeted with a resounding “Happy Birthday!” The air was filled with the warm glow of the full moon, and the sound of laughter and excitement enveloped him. The plush interior of the yacht was filled with an eclectic mix of guests - their laughter and chatter mingling in the air.

As the champagne flowed, the glasses clinked, and the music thumped, Maré anticipated an unforgettable evening. “This is going to be epic,” Maré exclaimed to his friend, the excitement resonating in his voice.

Sipping on the exquisite Louis XIII de Rémy Martin, Maré’s senses were heightened by the rich, velvety taste, elevating the moment to a new level of luxury. The rhythmic beats pulsated through the yacht, and the sweeping lights danced across the sea, casting shimmering reflections that merged with the music.

The scent of saltwater mixed with the fragrance of expensive perfumes created an intoxicating blend that hung in the air. “Can you feel the energy here? It’s electric!” Maré exclaimed to a fellow reveler, his voice filled with exhilaration.

As the evening unfolded, the music grew louder, and collective laughter and joy filled the air, creating an alive and vibrant atmosphere. “This is the place to be tonight!” Maré heard someone shout over the music, their excitement palpable in their voice. This was an escape from reality—a euphoric, pulsating haven to let loose and dance the night away.

Maré danced with Tazzy, Naj’a, and Priya on the dance floor. They surrounded him, and they got their freak on. Maré moved his hands down their bodies as they giggled with delight from his soft touches. The deejay put on one of Maré’s favorite songs, “I Wanna Sex You Up” by Color Me Badd, and the dance floor got freakier. Almost everybody took off their clothes, including Maré. He was shirtless, showing off his impressive physique. The women could not keep their hands off him.

When the song went off, Maré’s dick was more aroused than ever. He was ready to fuck! As he looked at the time on his diamond-encrusted Hublot Big Band watch, porn legend Heather Hunter approached him. She was short, light-skinned, with long, wavy black hair and full lips. Her ice-blue dress complemented her lovely, slim figure very well. A fan of her work, Maré wanted to devour every inch of his all-time favorite adult film star.
“Happy Birthday, Maré!” Heather Hunter whispered in his ear. “ I got a surprise for you. Come on!”

Taking Maré by the hand, Heather Hunter led him down a long hall to the bedroom he dubbed the Boom Boom Room. Maré stepped in and saw other gorgeous women, such as Roxy Reynolds, Ice La Fox, Tyra Moore, and Kayden Kross, waiting for him. All of them were clad in ice-blue bikinis, showing off their sexy figures.

“Hey, ladies, I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I’m ready for this party!” Maré announced.

Maré felt like he was in paradise. There were champagne bottles and refreshments like fresh fruit and candy on the table. He stripped down his boxers, sat on the edge of the bed, and got comfortable. Kayden Kross, the blonde-haired hottie with the six-pack abs, fed Maré a cupcake and kissed him. Heather Hunter joined Maré in the bed and gave him a nice massage as he watched the women dance. They had Maré extra aroused, and he could not wait to fuck them. The women were kissing and feeling up on each other. They were moaning and groaning, obviously enjoying each other. Ice La Fox, the Puerto Rican bombshell with the big booty and wavy brown hair, sauntered up to Maré and gave him a lap dance. He loved how her fat ass moved around his dick.

“You like how that feels, Nature Boy?” Ice La Fox asked with a strong Spanish accent.

“Sí, Mama,” Maré answered.

He had an empty wine glass in his hand. Heather Hunter poured champagne down the torso and pussy of the chocolate-skinned long jet-black hair called Roxy Reynolds into Maré’s wineglass. He drank it erotically and had a pussy-eating grin on his face.

Heather Hunter turned Maré’s head so he could face her. She started removing her clothes, and he was in awe of her slim, toned body. She took Maré’shand and showed him how to play with a woman’s pussy. Maré thought he knew all the tricks, but Heather Hunter taught him some new tricks. He tested the technique on her, and Heather Hunter instantly came on his fingers.

“Oh my God, you’re a fast learner,” Heather Hunter said when her orgasm subsided. “That was good!”

“Thanks, I enjoyed it,” Maré replied.

They shared a passionate kiss before they began fucking. They quickly developed a nice rhythm, which had the bed rocking. The expression on Heather Hunter’s face said it all. She felt her pussy contract and clenched his dick as an orgasm rocked her.

“Fuck me!” Heather Hunter screamed.

She could not believe Maré was fucking her brains out. Soon, the other women joined them, and Maré went around fucking them. He felt as if he was shooting a porn scene. Maré knew he was still at his sexual peak and could fuck all night. He heard the song “Every Girl in The World” by Young Money vibrating from upstairs so clearly that it sounded like it was playing in the room. Maré fucked them in every way possible, especially the busty ebony freak with the long black hair named Tyra Moore. He creampied her, ending his memorable cluster fuck.

Maré got dressed and took one last look at the spent beauties. He left the room, leaving them passed out and naked on the bed. Maré still had the energy to continue partying, which he did. Maré’s party ended the night with a bang! He performed one of his favorite rap songs, “It’s All About The Benjamins,” with three best friends and threw crisp dollar bills to the crowd. It was the most fun Maré ever had. If his “Roaring 20s” were great years, he could only imagine what his 30s have in store for him.

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