First ever punt stories

[ditchtheboss]

Bliss on crown on Thursday night then Midas on Friday afternoon then the big one that got me addicted, K Bella at GC. This was back probably in 2017 or 18

[tezzaman18]

Including Massbutcher (his was @ Northbridge, Perth ) that makes three! Lol!!!

Awhile back now. Uni days - driving taxis ( Swan taxis) on weekends . Used to get $10/ from the brothel owners for every customer you bring to the shop. Mine was at a shop in Northbridge. Maybe half an hour - was too quick and too nervous !! Happy Haven rings a bell! Been to a popular one @ Hay Street ,West Perth with two mates. Had to BS to them that i had a FS but settled for a massage & BBBJ . . Back then did not see any Asian WLs or MLs working

City West in Perth... I did a teen there and thought her innards were coming out of her twat... loved fucking that girl.. I was only 30

Oh the days

I lost mine at Happy HAVEN in Perth near the turnoff GE Hwy

BBFS CIM $25 with tip

[Niceguy11]

First ever punt was at Paddington 244. Greeted by Angela and Shane who were the most caring and loving people on earth. Shane was always up for a good chat and same with Angela !

If Shane is out there, I hope you are going good.

[11Bravo]

NOT my first punt; that was in the previous decade, West Berlin (wild place).

But this was my first Thailand punt. Arriving surface from Malaysia, van, to Phuket; LONG ride (can you say "palm tree plantations horizon to horizon", literally...). Van drops me and my ruck in Phuket (Phuket legally speaking - right on the city border). This was before the Internet, or google maps, or mobile phones... I had NO idea where I was or the layout, but hey, the sign said "Welcome to Phuket", this must be the place. Decent hotel right there, checked in early afternoon, crashed. Couple hours later, I was hungry and hungry. Smart enough to grab the hotel's business card as I walked out to the main road. Waited awhile, then a taxi into town. Seems the city government had left a LOT of room to expand INLAND when they set the city boundaries. No problem, I was BOTG...

Finally get into town. I had a name, maybe Rockhard or something like that, go-go bar a co-worker had mentioned. (Believe it still exists - well, at least before the tsunami). Walk in - as good as my imagination. Beauties on stage dancing in various states of (un)dress. Got a drink, turned on the search radar. Not in any real hurry, but didn't let the profusion of targets confuse me. Eventually switched on the targeting radar, target selected, number mentioned, and she was sitting next to me. Knew enough to check menu, price, time of departure. All OK. Bar fine paid, out the door.

"Where is your hotel?" I give the name; blank look. Hmmm. I knew I was out there... No problem, pulled out the hotel card, English one side, Thai the other. Showed her the Thai side... SAME blank look. Hmmm. Her wheels were turning, she suggested her place. Fine by me, at least one of us would know where we were going. Into a taxi, short trip into the darkness; still a number of turns; bright lights well behind us. Again, I had no idea where I was.

Typical bar girl room. Old building, single room, cluttered (well, your whole life in one room), but clean. Toilet and shower down the hall. She handed me a towel (clean and dry, for the record), bar of soap (dry). I stripped, following her directions, headed down the hall. The shower... well, if your definition of a shower is a room with water... A SLOW tap, even when turned on, the main water supply being a 50 gal drum full of water, a slow flow hose keeping it filled, for "water pressure", ladle on a hook. I was (OK, stifle the laughter) waiting for the hot water out of the tap... There I was, thinking I'd been so clever as the only hook available seemed to be the one holding the ladle. Did find some place to keep the towel dry. Yes, smart indeed, my shirt, pants, shoes, wallet, passport in her room, dry... Hmmm, shirts, pants, shoes... PASSPORT, WALLET in her room... "Damn the cold water, full speed ahead". Submarine crew mode: 2 scoop of ladle water, soap on, soap off, 3 scoop rinse. Wrap the towel around me, RACE back down the hall, dripping wet (maybe the airspeed would help dry). Quick knock on the door (still polite), enter.

There she is, wrapped in her own towel (Thai style), laying on the bed, listening to her transistor radio. Seeing me, she's no doubt thinking, "Damn, this boy is obviously eager..." She steps over to help me dry (probably thinking, "what, these farangs can't even dry themselves..."). My only thoughts were "wallet, passport", and, not wanting to be crass, encouraging her to go have her shower, The second she cleared the door, I was in my pants. Passport, check. Wallet, check, and ALL bills present and accounted for. While I was there, dug out the condom pack I'd bought at the 7-11 before hitting the go-go. As I laid the packet on the nightstand, I also noticed her gold necklace, gold bracelet, watch, and purse laying there.

She returned, into bed, out came the towel (yes, indeed, welcome to Thailand, SOP). I joined her. Eventually got to the point where she reached over, pulled out a condom from my pack, slipped it on, and I slipped in... Various positions, finishing in doggie. Here I was thinking what a GREAT time as I pulled out...

Only to see pure, naked flesh. The condom, well, the condom shards gathered around the base of my penile pistil like flower petals, my naked penile pistil glistening with her dew. I gasped; she turned around, her smile turning into a gasp, her eyes as round as mine as she stared at my imitation of a flower. FMTT. I knew she was tight, but damn, she absolutely shredded that condom.

She turned Olympic sprinter as she grabbed her towel, RACED to the shower to purge the trespassing wigglers... She returned, and it was my turn to quickly move to the shower, water, soap, water, soap, water, soap... Returning, we had both calmed down a bit. I was apologizing for the accident, she was nodding, the Asian fatalistic shrug... She said I could stay, but we both knew that the bubble had burst, both of us acceding to the punting God's hint that our time was finished. Given it was technically my decision to leave, I paid her the full LT agreed to. She was happy, I was happy, though sure both of us a bit disappointed at the curtain call.

A bit apprehensive about finding transportation back to my hotel. Eventually a taxi passes, I jump in, show him the card. Off he goes, and it's a binary search - he has to stop and ask several times before he pinpoints the location. Delivered to the hotel, I slept GOOD. THAT was my Thai initiation.

And the main reason I post is this. I had no idea where I was, couldn't have found my way back to her place to save my life. Yes, I certainly could have found the bar, made a complaint. But to what point? My word against hers; easy for her to deny. I believe to this day she had no thought about ripping me off. A newbie, in town for a short time, no idea of where I was, plenty of time to extract a bonus, opportunity to the MAX. And obviously she wasn't worried about me ripping her off. Pay after, with her gold (even if plated), laid on the nightstand. Mutual respect. Personal experience. Was I lucky? Maybe, but then, I've been lucky for all of my punting days, so maybe that original punting sacrifice demanded by the punting Gods worked. YMMV.

[Backdraft69]

30 years ago, I was at home studying for my Trade exams. Got bored fairly fast and saw an add for 2 for the price of 1 special on K road in Auckland. Had a Caucasian girl and my first Chinese girl.


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[fixatedperson]

Thai girl in Rydalmere. Had never been to a brothel before and was nervous. On top of that, I had jerked off to porn all week so had trouble staying hard enough to do the deed. We talked and fooled around and she finished me with a HJ.

[Mojo]

Remember it well.

Mine was at about 1988 at Guildford upstairs at a place that no longer is there. I went later at night and they had had an Italian girl called Carmen about 30 with long black hair and great rack but a bit chubby.

The place was a bit dodgy. I went in the room to undress but the door was a bit open. A bikie looking guy in black vest, handlebar moustache and receding hairline walked past. Not bothering me but he could have been security or a punter maybe. Was a bit of dark kind of place.

Carmen came in with red lingerie and stripped off and gave me a BBBJ then I enjoyed her ample chest. Dommed up snd she got on. I told her that I was nearly there and she hopped off and took the dom off for more BBBJ. She stopped for a little while and jerked me off. She looked away from me but didn't notice that I juat blew hard like a teenager. It got stuck in her hair and over her hands. I didn't want to tell her that she had my jizz in her hair so I STFU. All good, got out of there but still went back again another day.

It has been a hobby ever since. Swapping paper with numbers on them for tasty pussy is the best deal ever.

[Luka777]

First punt was at Cleopatras Gentleman club. Definitely recommended for starters.

[Sendmetheacti]

The STDs for the BBFS with a Thai hooker hopefully won't outlast the memories.

[jedibear]

Mine was at a massage parlour at Epping back in 2010. She was a busty Chinese lass with big tits. Excited me was rock hard...

Back in the day MLs were not so readily open minded so it was NHJ as I sucked on those juicy melons of hers. And that was the start of my punting hobby...

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