Freedom

By Gianni Shamari

Copyright ©2025

Soft sunlight warmed billionaire playboy Maré’s Beverly Hills home. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the lush gardens. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen.

“Almost showtime,” Maré muttered, checking his Rolex. The doorbell chimed. “Right on schedule.”

His smile broadened as he opened the door. Britney Spears stood before him, radiant in a yellow sundress.

“Hey, Maré,” Britney said, her voice like honey.

“Britney, you shine brighter than the California sun,” Maré told her.

Britney’s laughter echoed through the foyer.

As they embraced, the sweet fragrance of Britney’s perfume mingled with the scent of freshly cut grass.

“Come on in,” Maré said, leading Britney into his home’s warm, inviting atmosphere. Their eyes locked, and the air was filled with anticipation. “Today’s gonna be special,”

Britney’s smile hinted at secrets. “I’m counting on it.”

“Oh my god, congratulations!” Maré exclaimed, throwing her arms around Britney.

Britney laughed, feeling a rush of excitement and relief. “Thanks, Maré! It’s finally over.”

“Yes, it is!” Maré beamed.

They hugged tightly; the sweet scent of Britney Spears’ perfume filled the air. As they pulled back, Maré noticed the champagne bottle in her hand.

“I brought bubbly!” Britney said, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of spontaneity.

Smiling, Maré said, “We have to celebrate.”

Britney grinned, feeling a sense of freedom. “Absolutely.”

Maré popped the cork. The room filled with the scent of champagne as Maré poured the golden liquid into the glasses. Maré handed Britney a glass, and they clinked them together.

“To new beginnings!” Britney toasted, her voice bubbly.

They sipped the champagne, which was refreshingly crisp and cool.

Maré leaned in, his voice conspiratorial. “I know how hard it’s been paying child support to Kevin. But now, you’re finally free.”

Britney nodded, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. “It’s an incredible feeling.” Then she smiled mischievously. “Let’s celebrate in style. Take me out! I miss going to clubs and having a great time.”

Maré’s sleek, black Ferrari pulled up to the velvet rope entrance of Club Elysium, Los Angeles’ most exclusive nightclub. Britney Spears, resplendent in a dazzling silver mini-dress, her hair styled in loose, flowing waves, smiled radiantly. Maré, dashing in a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver cufflinks, stepped out, offering Britney his hand.

“Maré, you look stunning,” Britney said, her voice husky.

“Britney, you shine brighter than the city lights,” Maré replied, his eyes admiring her.

The paparazzi swarmed, cameras flashing. As Maré and Britney entered the club, the thumping bass and pulsating lights enveloped them, and the air vibrated with energy. Maré and Britney made their way to the VIP section. Bottles of chilled champagne and trays of succulent hors d’oeuvres awaited them.

“Welcome, Maré and Britney!” the club owner exclaimed.

The crowd parted, revealing a stunning view of the Los Angeles skyline.

Maré wrapped his arm around Britney. “To an unforgettable night,” he whispered.

Britney’s smile sparkled. “Cheers to that.”

Colorful lights flashed in sync with the thumping bass reverberating through the crowd, sending vibrations tingling through their fingertips. Laughter and shouts erupted from groups of partygoers, their faces illuminated by neon hues, each painting a picture of exhilaration and freedom. The bodies’ warmth together created an intimate yet electric atmosphere, heightening every heartbeat, every whispered secret shared over the roar of music. It felt like a night where anything was possible, and the energy was intoxicating.

Britney grabbed Maré’s hand, leading him to the dance floor. The music pulsed through the speakers, a lively beat that matched their excitement. They danced, lost in the moment, their laughter and joy filling the room. As they twirled, the lights flashing around them, Maré could tell that Britney felt a profound sense of liberation. Her energy was infectious, and she couldn’t help but let go, reveling in this new chapter.

“This is the start of something amazing,” Britney said, her voice full of conviction.

Maré nodded, feeling a sense of agreement. “Definitely.”

As they danced into the night, the music, laughter, and champagne creating a sensory overload, Maré knew this was a moment I’d never forget.

As the night wore on, Britney grabbed Maré hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s take the party to my place!”

“Cool,” Maré responded.

They stumbled out of the nightclub, giggling, and into the waiting Ferrari. The cool night air whipped through their hair as they sped through the city streets.

They spilled out of the car at Britney’s mansion, still laughing. The warm glow of the pool lights and the sweet scent of blooming flowers enveloped them.

“Welcome to my humble abode!” Britney said, sweeping her arm wide.

They danced through the halls, their footsteps echoing off the high ceilings. In the kitchen, Britney pulled out a tray of cupcakes adorned with colorful sprinkles.

“Time for erotic snacks!” Britney exclaimed, her voice sugary sweet.

They devoured the cupcakes, the sweet frosting and soft cake melting in their mouths. Britney grabbed a bottle of lavender honey liqueur from the cabinet.

“Try this!” she said, pouring shots.

The liqueur’s floral flavor danced on Maré’s tongue as they clinked glasses.

“To freedom!” Britney toasted.

As they sipped, the fireplace’s warm glow and the music’s soft hum created a cozy atmosphere. Maré and Britney settled onto the plush couch and snuggled up together, feeling the softness of the blankets.

“This is the life,” Britney sighed contentedly.

Maré nodded, feeling grateful for this impromptu celebration. “Definitely.”

Their laughter and chatter filled the room as the night wore on, creating a sense of joy and liberation. At this moment, everything felt right with the world. As they lounged on the couch, Britney’s eyes locked onto Maré’s, sparkling with a hint of mischief. She leaned in, her face inches from his, and Maré could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment all night,” Britney whispered.

Maré smiled, his heart racing with anticipation. “Me too,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, the tension in the air palpable.

Britney’s lips brushed against Maré’s moist lips, soft and gentle like a feather caressing his skin. As their lips touched, Maré felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.

The room around them melted away, leaving them lost in the moment. The fireplace crackled, the music hummed, and their lips synced perfectly.

Britney’s lips were sweet, like the cupcakes they’d devoured earlier, and Maré couldn’t get enough. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, and she moaned softly, the sweetness of the moment lingering in the air.

“Wow,” she breathed, pulling back for a moment. “That was amazing.”

Maré grinned, feeling elated. “It was worth waiting for,” he said, the satisfaction of the moment evident in his voice.

They kissed again, their lips moving in perfect harmony, the world around them fading into the background. The only thing that mattered was this moment, this kiss, and the spark that had ignited between them.

Britney grabbed Maré’s hand and led him to the primary bedroom. The room embodied elegance and tranquility. It boasted high ceilings adorned with crown molding. Soft, creamy hues and warm beige tones created a calming ambiance. A majestic four-poster bed with intricate carvings stood as the bedroom’s centerpiece, draped in flowing white linens.

“This bedroom is perfect for a princess,” Maré told her softly.

“Thank you,” Britney smiled.

They began kissing while undressing. Some of their clothes were tossed on the ornate, antique dresser and piled on the luxurious rugs. Britney knelt before Maré and took his big cock in her mouth. She performed fellatio on Maré like a pro, bobbing up and down and deep-throating him.

“Oh, shit, girl.” Maré sighed. “Yes, suck it just like that.”

Maré enjoyed the pleasure of Britney’s oral magic as he scanned the delicate, abstract art pieces and mirrors on the walls. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Maré rocked his hips, getting into fucking Britney’s mouth. She coated his dick in her bubbly throat slobber.

“I love sucking your sexy cock,” Britney slurped. “It makes me so wet. You want this pussy?”

“I want that pussy.” Maré replied with a moan.

Britney slid Maré’s dick out of her mouth and lay back on the bed. Beaming at Britney’s luscious natural figure, Maré climbed on top of Britney and slowly kissed his way down her forehead and boobs. Then he licked her hard nipples as Britney moaned from the sensation. Maré blew softly on her moist skin, witnessing goosebumps forming on her. He took each nipple between his lips and tenderly teased it perfectly. Sensual moaning escaped Britney’s mouth.

“That feels so good. You’re going to make me cum from just playing with my nipples.” Britney giggled.

After giving Britney’s tits some erotic action, Maré moved further down, licking her flat tummy and navel until he was finally face-to-face with her neatly shaved pussy. Then he performed cunnilingus on Britney like the most excellent sex savant.

“Look at that sexy pussy,” Maré gulped. “Taste so good.”

He sucked Britney’s pussy harder, which nearly made her cum. She strained and arched her back, screaming from the pleasure. Her moans echoed all over the bedroom as if she was performing live on stage. Britney was in perfect bliss as she seized the back of Maré’s head and pulled his face deeper into her pussy.

“You eat my pussy the best,” Britney sighed.

Maré glued his mouth to Britney’s pussy and squeezed her tits simultaneously, which sent Britney over the edge. She squirted directly in Maré’s mouth and continued humping Maré’s face. The orgasm was so intense that Britney squirmed while melting erotically in Maré’s mouth.

After licking Britney’s pussy dry, Maré kissed Britney so she could taste her erotic essence on his lips. Then Maré climbed Britney and smoothly slid his dick between her round tits. He slid back and forth between Britney’s boobs as she sucked him off. Maré moaned and groaned from the pleasure as he enjoyed every second of Britney’s oral magic.

Moments later, Maré inserted his dick in Britney’s wet pussy and began pumping in and out of her. His slow, rhythmic motions soon sped up. Sounds of wet skin against damp skin reverberated around them. Pants, moans, and grunts mixed with the serenade of sounds.

“This is some good pussy,” Maré sighed. “I love fucking you.”

Smiling, Britney replied, “I love your big black cock.”

Britney’s tits rotated with Maré’s motion. She palmed his whole ass and pulled Maré deeper in her. Maré held her tits to maintain the momentum and fucked her harder and faster. Britney cried out in pleasure as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Britney moaned.

At that moment, Britney had a bursting climax on Maré’s shaft. She trembled momentarily before going motionless. Maré stared at Britney’s pussy, which had just received an excellent fuck.

“There is nothing like making the Princess of Pop cum,” Maré winked.

“We aren’t done yet, Nature Boy,” Britney continued lustfully. “I want to ride that cock until you cum.”

Without missing a beat, Britney straddled Maré and guided his solid dick into her pussy. Gripping his cock like a vise, Britney began riding Maré. He looked up at Britney’s lustful eyes and smiled. The sight of Britney with her messy hair dangled from both sides of her pretty face was epic as he played with her bosoms. Maré was living the wet dream of a perv obsessed with female pop stars from ’90s pop culture.

“Ride me to ecstasy, baby girl,” Maré murmured.

Flashing a sultry smile, Britney bounced up and down on his cock. The action around them seemed to be in the Matrix’s “bullet time” sequence – slowed with a mix of erotic psychedelics. Their souls poured into each other erotically. Britney was in her bag riding Maré’s cock up and down, side to side, backward and forwards. Maré bucked his hips upward, meeting Britney’s thrusts as their bodies synchronized.

A moment later, Britney hopped off Mare’s shaft, got on all fours and said, “Fuck me in my ass!”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Maré responded with a grin.

Britney looked over her left shoulder, flashed Maré a sultry smile, and signaled for him to take her ass. The sight of Britney’s ass high in the air excited Maré beyond his wildest desires as he positioned himself behind Britney. He gently pushed his dick inside her warm, tight hole. They moaned in unison. Maré began fucking Britney’s doggy style. With each thrust, he sped up the pace, developing a smooth rhythm that had the bed rocking. Britney pushed her ass back against Maré’s hard, rapid thrusts. The wet sound of Maré’s groin slapping against Britney’s ass resounded throughout the room. The moment was erotically magical as they were lost in lust and passion.

“Yes, fuck my ass,” Britney cried.

“Throw that ass back, baby,” Maré grunted. “Just like that. There we go. Yes, I fucking love it!”

The sight of the fairy tattoo on Britney’s lower back and his cock sliding in and out of her ass galvanized Maré to pound Britney harder. He smacked her ass several times, leaving dark pink handprints on her buttocks. The stingy sensation seemed to turn Britney on even more as she begged Maré to fuck her harder. Britney’s tits swayed with the same rhythm as Maré’s hard thrusts.

Breathing harder, Maré felt himself nearing an intense orgasm. “I’m going to cum, princess.”

“Cum for me, baby,” Britney encouraged him.

After delivering five hard strokes to Britney’s backside, Maré pulled out and shot his hot load on her buttocks. Britney twerked as the cum dripped down her thighs. With her fingers, she wiped some cum off her ass and licked her fingers clean. Maré couldn’t believe the eroticism Britney created as her lips shone with his cum.

“Wow,” Maré spoke.

“Delicious like I knew it would be,” Britney winked.

“You made that look so delicious.” Maré smiled.

“Fucking is kind of like cooking.” Britney continued. “Everyone can do it, but only some make it delicious.”

“Talking like that has me in the mood for another round,” Maré told her.

“Let’s do it.” Britney beamed.

At that moment, the King of New York and Princess of Pop resumed their hot fucking, sucking, and licking in every conceivable manner. Britney Spears felt a sense of FREEDOM for the first time in many years.

About Gianni Shamari:

New York native Gianni Shamari coined the term “champagne erotica,” a fast-paced erotic story that captures the celebration of the champagne lifestyle. He made his publishing debut with the erotic tale “Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life” in 2016, The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology. Gianni has been writing for Bare Back Magazine for eight years. His novellas "Monica Hershel: Predator on Top" and "His Highness, the Philogynist" established him as an author. Gianni's third erotic novella, "Maré & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds," showed his growth as a writer. He just released his fourth erotic novella, "Ecstasy Around the World," which is a must-read.