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This was years ago when I lived in the UK. A model friend of mine who was acquainted with him said he wanted us to be in a music video with him, apparently he had seen me on her Instagram and wanted to meet me. This was sort of shocking to me, he wasn’t super trendy or anything, and I’d actually never even heard a song of his before we met, but I had heard of his name and I’d say quite a lot of young people in the UK would know his name. I had never done any type of professional modelling or shoot before so I was nervous, but I had my friend with me.

The music video turned out to just be a enormous pool party with about 30 girls including myself and my friend dancing, getting drunk and being sexy in the background for the cameras. After the cameras stopped rolling, the party continued, and a few of the rapper’s friends flirted with us. When he finally approached me, he just said, “Are you having fun?” and then “Let’s go somewhere else.”

He led me, still just in my bikini, to the nearest room inside which looked onto the pool. There were two other girls in there chatting and drinking but he didn’t care, he just took my G-string off, bent me over the kitchen island next to them, grabbed my hips and raw-dogged me in front of everyone. It was thrilling and surreal, his boldness turned me on so much. The girls in the kitchen and some of the girls outside who realized what was going on looked on in a mixture of amazement / envy / excitement / disgust / shock.

That was a precursor to how most of the time I spent with him was like. He would regularly randomly hit me up on short notice, and a lot of the time I had to decline, because I had an actual 9-5 job that I couldn’t just skip. But on the times we did meet, he would tell me to wear something sexy, usually Uber me to wherever he was at, whether his place, a friend’s place, a hotel or wherever, then fuck my brains out. I think because I was unavailable so often compared to the other women he was fucking, and I wasn’t looking for anything more than just dick from him, it made him take even more of a liking to me. He randomly gave me gifts every now and then, like expensive handbags or clothes and sneakers I had mentioned I wondered were cool.

There were a few nights I joined him and his entourage on tour, backstage at concerts, and at after-parties, and they were the wildest nights. Partying with a rapper is a pretty cool experience, and I got to meet other celebrities too. And yes, the sex was wild too. On a few occasions I let him and his friends/entourage take turns with me one after the other until I was so exhausted from dusk till dawn drinking and dick that I could barely keep my eyes open. Some of his entourage were into gangbangs too, and those were intense rough fun, but they were more like only for special occasions. Twice, I partied with these guys and had work the next day, and let me just say: the dictionary definition of “hell” surely has to be “doing 9-5 in the office, hungover, with residual cum still leaking out of my sore holes, having had 2 hours of sleep the night before”. Still, it felt so slutty to look at my coworkers at 9am and think, “If only you could have seen the state of me a few hours ago…”

I had fun reliving those memories! I don’t regret having fun in my 20s, and long may the fun continue 🙂

NSFW: yes

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