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Author Topic: whats your most shadyest or worst moment punting ?  (Read 10210 times)

Offline PD11

I text this girl (who I had never seen before) for a booking and she replied 'no', with a screen-shot of a time I had previously cancelled. 

I just basically replied along the lines of "Sorry, I had a legitimate excuse, how about it?"

She replied saying 'no', but this time addressing me by my FULL NAME. I fucking shit a brick!!

At the time i didn't know how she knew me, but I believe it is something to do with your phone number on social media sites. Scary as fuck.

Offline Chuckman

So are Man Utd apparently  :drinks:

Man Utd. fans should relax and go on holiday. I recommend for them the Canaries as it can't be beaten.

Offline GreyDave

Attempt of some scum bags to rob me on stairs of walk up in the 90`s clothes got slashed with a craft knife :scare: Reported it but remained ann..

It put me off for a while I am pleased to say now cameras are so cheap they have helped the girls get rid of this sort of thing to some extent :unknown:

The worst must be meeting a neighbour of mine and their partner as I left a flat used by WGs  ;)

Offline Captain Caveman

Not really a bad experience but this thread reminded me of it.

I was on a non-punting holiday in Budapest and when I went for a drink at the hotel I saw a guy sitting on a stool at the bar being sucked off!

Being British, I just pretended not to notice and got on with my drink - although the pair did wind the proceedings up pretty quickly.



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Offline LL

Not really a bad experience but this thread reminded me of it.

I was on a non-punting holiday in Budapest and when I went for a drink at the hotel I saw a guy sitting on a stool at the bar being sucked off!

Being British, I just pretended not to notice and got on with my drink - although the pair did wind the proceedings up pretty quickly.

You should have found out what he'd ordered and sat down on the stool next to him! :hi:

But how is it even possible for a punter to have a non-punting holiday in Budapest? That would be like taking an alcoholic on a non-drinking tour of a whisky distillery :lol:

Offline Captain Caveman

You should have found out what he'd ordered and sat down on the stool next to him! :hi:

But how is it even possible for a punter to have a non-punting holiday in Budapest? That would be like taking an alcoholic on a non-drinking tour of a whisky distillery :lol:

I was much younger then and still thought I could play without paying for it

Of course, I'm older and wiser now

 :)

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Offline Ben4454

When I was London me and a friend went on a suggestion of a tout in the city...Walked up to a apartment when i was about 19. Did the deed.... had a bit of a issue with one of the pimps who tried to rip me off. Me and a friend got into a massive brawl with two of them in one of the halls. The one I was fighting we both ended up falling down the stairs.. smashed my face on the floor... when I lifted my face up there was a faceprint on the floor in blood. Half pissed. The pimp was knocked out and I somehow got out there half knocked out myself.. still have the scar on my eyebrow to this day. Punting has left its mark!

Although im smarter now and wouldn't of been in that situation in the first place. The biggest memory I have of it is some random working woman screaming in my face as i try to stumble out of there.
« Last Edit: December 23, 2015, 06:43:50 PM by Ben4454 »
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Offline od13218

In Cologne I was at das Bordelle and fancied a bit of kinky action so picked a big dominatrix type. Agreed on €60 for spanking and HR. In the room got neither, she demanded more money and got her friend in to try and force me to pay more for what was already agreed- tried to grab my wallet from my hands. Threatened to get the mgmt but didn't follow through.
Felt more pissed off than threatened but still left a nasty taste.
Once in my early days of punting picked up a WG at Kings Cross, fucked her behind the bins, first attempt we got chased away by the property owner so found another spot in the garden outside a basement flat, paid £30 (about 1990) for possibly the least satisfying, seediest fuck I've ever had!
Recent experiences mercifully free of that kind of thing largely thanks to UKP!
Doug

Offline Acerimmer

Nothing too major,

One girl showed me her machete that she kept for security.

Standing on a street corner trying not to look like a rent boy in the RLD in Ipswich whilst a couple of mates got their balls emptied by the local street walkers.

Walking into an overnight booking to be met by 2 blokes in dark blue uniform, turned out to be the very nervous girls mates who were prison officers who were there to check me out. My heart nearly jumped out of my mouth when I first walked in.

Woken up at 4am on an overnight by someone walking up the stairs, I was almost out the window before the girl explained it was next door, very old terrace cottage with back to back bare floorboard stairs. I had to go look for my own peace of mind.

In my pre punting phone days the wife ringing me mid punt and the girl grabbing the phone.

Bumping into a girl the day after seeing her whilst out shopping with the wife, she was spot on though, eye contact made, but not a word said by her, did get a cheeky message later asking if I wanted the wife to join in next time.

Offline extraa

Going back 2 years or so - I never punt in my town (always travel about 30 minutes) becasue it's small and dont like to bump in to anyone when out and about but one night my balls were doing the talking so made a booking with a local lass. When I arrived she looked proper skanky and definitely not my type. She spends a good 20 minutes taking the washing out the washing machine and tidying up in the kitchen whilst I'm just stood in the hallway getting rather annoyed at this point.

She finally leads me in to the bedroom and says "sorry love just got to text a regular who said he'd transfer me some money". So I'm sat in my pants and decide to get dressed and leave. The money was on the floor by my shoes (which I hadn't handed over yet). I pick it up and she sees and goes to grab it but my hand is holding it too tight. At this point she's clawing my hand open to get the cash then runs over to the front door and blocks it dialling 999 on her phone (bluffing, I don't know). I'm shitting it now so throw her the money and she says it's too late and opens the door of her flat screaming for help. I legged it out of there and have never been so scared in all my life. Bare in mind I was 24 at the time and rather new to the punting world. Imagine one her neighbours opened their door. I feel my life would've been ruined.

Offline LL

Holy fuck there are some shocking tales here. This thread serves as a deterrent to discourage those who haven't punted yet. They're lurking here stood on the edge of a giant punting abyss, staring in and questioning whether or not to accidentally lose footing. A giant vagina awaits them underneath, ready to catch their fall with its soft, warm and moist grip :D

Ok you guys shared some pretty personal stuff. I'm ready to tell you part of my story. A business trip to a large European capital, a lonely evening in the hotel. A phone call to a local escort agency, a long wait and a lot of money handed over when my company for the evening eventually arrives at my room door. A knock. My anticipation, then horror as the girl who opens it has bruises and other signs of having been beaten (including missing teeth). Her entering the room and telling me that she was recently in a car accident. Her stripping off to reveal more bruising. Her frightened look which I will never forget. Someone beaten into submission. Trafficked. The threats which followed as I turned her away, giving only some of the pre-agreed fee when she begged for more. I would ask to change rooms immediately and spent the rest of my trip looking over my shoulder. Maybe I was paranoid. Some nasty shit I experienced as a very new punter (around the time another girl bled all over my cock). These incidents would discourage me from punting for a long time. Once a punter always a punter I guess. Sooner of later the pull of pussy for cash would be too great and I would stumble and fall from the edge - right back into that punting abyss once again.
« Last Edit: December 29, 2015, 08:28:22 PM by LL »

Holy fuck there are some shocking tales here. This thread serves as a deterrent to encourage those who haven't punted yet. They're lurking here stood on the edge of a giant punting abyss, staring in and questioning whether or not to accidentally lose footing. A giant vagina awaits them underneath, ready to catch their fall with its soft, warm and moist grip :D

Ok you guys shared some pretty personal stuff. I'm ready to tell you part of my story. A business trip to a large European capital, a lonely evening in the hotel. A phone call to a local escort agency, a long wait and a lot of money handed over when my company for the evening eventually arrives at my room door. A knock. My anticipation, then horror as the girl who opens it has bruises and other signs of having been beaten (including missing teeth). Her entering the room and telling me that she was recently in a car accident. Her stripping off to reveal more bruising. Her frightened look which I will never forget. Someone beaten into submission. Trafficked. The threats which followed as I turned her away, giving only some of the pre-agreed fee when she begged for more. I would ask to change rooms immediately and spent the rest of my trip looking over my shoulder. Maybe I was paranoid. Some nasty shit I experienced as a very new punter (around the time another girl bled all over my cock). These incidents would discourage me from punting for a long time. Once a punter always a punter I guess. Sooner of later the pull of pussy for cash would be too great and I would stumble and fall from the edge - right back into that punting abyss once again.


One of the best posts I`ve read in a long time, thanks for sharing. And yes, the strangely magnetic pull of pussy is very hard to resist, it`s like a drug, always hoping the next hit will be better.

Offline Aspen

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https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=45678.0

I read that. I've had a couple of occasions when the girl has wanted to meet me outside to collect the fee. I mean who are you trying to kid. Amazing what some will try. I even had one in Banbury try to persuade me to leave payment under a wheelie bin once. Do guys really fall for stuff like that?

I was also threatened once when I went to a flat. The guy was so keen to rob me that he burst into the room before I'd even taken any clothes off or paid - lol. He was a skinny freak on speed or something, but I managed to get all the way to the front door before he took a swipe at me. He had a glass jaw but more than that I can't say on here, apart from she started screaming and I ran down the stairs four at a time instead of waiting for the lift.
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Offline Aspen

One of the best posts I`ve read in a long time, thanks for sharing. And yes, the strangely magnetic pull of pussy is very hard to resist, it`s like a drug, always hoping the next hit will be better.

Exactly right.

I've thought for a long time that drink and drugs are simply a substitute for sex. Just as sport is a substitute for fighting and war.

I know which I prefer to do.

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Offline redt4

Always remember the time mid punt the girl jumped up and looked out off the window  (was in doggy at the time) ,i said whats up ? Her reply was thought it sounded like my boyfriends van pulling up....my reply, taje it he knows about this?

Her reply , well yer sort off, i mean he knows i escort he doesn't like it though and your my first client since we got together!!!!!

Now this flat had 1 door in an 1 door out and he had keys by all accounts....fortunately for me it wasnt her bf but did somewhat taint the meet, left pretty soon after that rather quickly tbf and looking for a noisy van all the way to the car....lol

Offline Jpjpjp100

Mine was when the escort's husband came back and she said he didn't have a clue about her escorting. We heard him pull into the drive and start talking to a neighbour. This gave me enough time to throw my clothes on and she put her dressing gown on. Condoms, wipes etc were shoved in a drawer and we quick marched it downstairs. He came into the house at this point and looked very suprised to see me but luckily I had my work uniform on (I'm a plumber) so I left telling the escort to let me know if she had anymore problems with her kitchen tap.
I've never felt so shit scared in my life and I could see the escort was literally trembling. I mean who escorts without their husband knowing. Surely that's extremely risky business! Not sure what happened to the stupid bint but her profile was removed the following day so he must have cottoned on or found some evidence that I wasn't just there to fix the kitchen tap!
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I was in Tokyo and had been enticed into a secret club by some chancer on the street. I thought a look can't hurt, had a look at the girls and submitted. Only, once I'd entered it became apparent I'd actually only paid to have a drink with a girl and was expected to pay much more for fun times.  I'm not one to take things lying  down (well, some things)  so I decided to stand my ground and demand my money back. Problem was  the guy I'd made the agreement with had fled and in his place was a large Yakuza looking dude in a suit and his even larger body guard. A bit of persistence was all that was required to push his demeanor from one of casual refusal to the most psychopathic, red faced rage I'd ever seen in fact or fiction. He was literally shaking and beet red. I'd given it a shot but that signalled the 10 second countdown to  arm breaking time. I swiftly exited, balls intact but 100 dublons down.
« Last Edit: December 30, 2015, 06:46:44 PM by sezchwarn »

Offline Chuckman

Just remembered this one from the early days.

Saw a middle-aged woman in Erdington, Birmingham who advertised in the local small ads. Her attitude was one of weariness anda general lack of enthusiasm, she made a sloth look hyperactive in comparison. No kissing, fondling of her boobs was met with a 'if you must' attitude and certainly no touching down there. Oral was with and she could just about be bothered to put it in her mouth.

Sex was mish and she lay there like a sack of spuds and had to encourage her to do doggy so that I could finish. About fifteen seconds in asked if I liked to be finished off by hand which was refused. Just as I finished climaxing she told me she had been doing this for twenty-five years. Thinking about this now my reply should of been "well you are allowed to take a day off".

Got a phone call from a technophobic client of mine wanting me to find out about his wife and hack her FB as thought she was cheating.

Transpires that she was a WG I had seen a few days earlier, felt so shady finding nothing out for him!

Back in the day a Town called Malice was in the charts I found myself alone in Soho as you do, with two sacks full of man cream. A seriously hot babe walked up and asked if I wanted anything. I'm like maybe, but I had no cash on me. No worries, she said, there's a cash point nearby. Dick led the way, and I drew out £100. She said, right, give me £50 now, and here's my key. It's room 210, on the second floor at the hotel whatever, 100 yards up the road. Just make yourself comfy, I'll be a long when I've got the condoms. She handed over a nice key on a serious looking fob.

Well no prizes, you've guessed it. I'd parted with £50 for scrap metal. The hotel whatever didn't even exist. The only saving grace was when I walked back to where I had met her, I saw her being bundled into the back of a police car.

What a complete naive twat! :music: However, it was a good lesson in becoming a worldly-wise punter. Pre-internet you really did learn everything yourself, sometimes the hard way. Despite, over the years, being asked many times to part with cash before entering a girl's room, I have never done so, even if it meant walking. It's not fail-safe, there have been other calamities but that's another story.
« Last Edit: December 31, 2015, 02:02:50 PM by TheNewSeeker »

At the time i didn't know how she knew me, but I believe it is something to do with your phone number on social media sites. Scary as fuck.

Hope you learnt your lesson and you're now using a punting phone!

Offline socks

Back in the day a Town called Malice was in the charts I found myself alone in Soho as you do, with two sacks full of man cream. A seriously hot babe walked up and asked if I wanted anything. I'm like maybe, but I had no cash on me. No worries, she said, there's a cash point nearby. Dick led the way, and I drew out £100. She said, right, give me £50 now, and here's my key. It's room 210, on the second floor at the hotel whatever, 100 yards up the road. Just make yourself comfy, I'll be a long when I've got the condoms. She handed over a nice key on a serious looking fob.

Well no prizes, you've guessed it. I'd parted with £50 for scrap metal. The hotel whatever didn't even exist. The only saving grace was when I walked back to where I had met her, I saw her being bundled into the back of a police car.

What a complete naive twat! :music: However, it was a good lesson in becoming a worldly-wise punter. Pre-internet you really did learn everything yourself, sometimes the hard way. Despite, over the years, being asked many times to part with cash before entering a girl's room, I have never done so, even if it meant walking. It's not fail-safe, there have been other calamities but that's another story.
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Offline tazz

Back in the day a Town called Malice was in the charts I found myself alone in Soho as you do, with two sacks full of man cream. A seriously hot babe walked up and asked if I wanted anything. I'm like maybe, but I had no cash on me. No worries, she said, there's a cash point nearby. Dick led the way, and I drew out £100. She said, right, give me £50 now, and here's my key. It's room 210, on the second floor at the hotel whatever, 100 yards up the road. Just make yourself comfy, I'll be a long when I've got the condoms. She handed over a nice key on a serious looking fob.

Well no prizes, you've guessed it. I'd parted with £50 for scrap metal. The hotel whatever didn't even exist. The only saving grace was when I walked back to where I had met her, I saw her being bundled into the back of a police car.

What a complete naive twat! :music: However, it was a good lesson in becoming a worldly-wise punter. Pre-internet you really did learn everything yourself, sometimes the hard way. Despite, over the years, being asked many times to part with cash before entering a girl's room, I have never done so, even if it meant walking. It's not fail-safe, there have been other calamities but that's another story.

Did you really think a women who doesnt know you will give you her hotel room key in the street, i know lots of brits are trustworthy but this is crazy. Oh lets see she could have lots of valuables in the room that you may help yourself to. This has to be the dummest punting con ive ever heard a guy fall for. Then again ive read about guys who pretend to be pimps in Soho taking cash off guys in a walkup then running off.

Also where else did you get asked for payment before entering the room?

Did you really think a women who doesnt know you will give you her hotel room key in the street
She's not on vacation is she. If she'd hired the room for pro$$ing she's hardly going to keep her valuables there - everything would be her hand bag.

As I said myself, a complete twat, but this was right at the beginning of my punting career - and specifically with street girls which a lot of us did in the 80s. Often girls would want the money before taking you indoors, and after that incident I never parted with cash until through the door. Rarely an issue these days.



Offline LL

Did you really think a women who doesnt know you will give you her hotel room key in the street, i know lots of brits are trustworthy but this is crazy.
This thread is our worst moments in punting not our shining examples of how to be the most savvy punter.  The latter wouldn't be entertaining anyway!


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