Hook'd for the first time... what's your story?

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My first was after coming back home to San Diego from an outpost, wet behind the ears but avoided temptations in the region, my buddies who didn't, were in sick bay and felt worse, thus my motivation, 22, ;; at a bar I met this girl, whew, we made out, gave a newby a freeby with a promise I would be back, and back I was with my first home pay!!! She married and retired. I have been hooked since. Very very few bad experiences.

Not sure what counts as my first time. I moved down here in early 2005. That year I was all about the strip club. In the summer of that year I was in the club on a Saturday afternoon. One of the girls took me into one of the back booths and gave me a HJ. There was no negotiation, she just did it. And I was so surprised that I finished rather quickly (inside of a minute). I opened up my wallet and gave her everything I had (about $80).

I have always been someone who researches something to death before jumping in. I knew about TER but I lurked on it for about four years. From TER I found out about SCS so I lurked on that site for awhile. Finally I contacted Payton in January 2006 and screened with her. My first provider was Sasha Simms. I was so nervous about it (and I still get butterflies when I meet a new provider).

I kept going to SCS off and on for four years. Around the 2009-2010 was the time I visited the most. One day while I was there a provider asked what my ECCIE handle was. I said, “What’s ECCIE?”

So I was back to researching again, this time independent providers on ECCIE. I fell for the pictures I saw and contacted a provider. It was very lackluster and later learned she was a YMMV provider. So I went back to SCS for a few more times and contacted a second provider during the summer of 2010. That second provider was Traci Brooks and she definitely wasn’t lackluster. I went back for many return visits.

My first time ended up being free. Bachelor party in Memphis. Two girls danced for 8 guys. Then wanted to "party" in another private room. I was one of the two lucky ones. My buddy took the one with big titties into the bathroom. This tiny, tiny girl wanted to blow me. I checked her ID because I thought she might have been 12. She was 20. I am just above average but she said I was huge. She couldn't blow me so she bent over and I put on a cover and started pounding. All this time, I am listening to my buddy getting a bj/hj in the bathroom and this 90 pound girl who is so tight I have to use a lot of force to fuck her is screaming. I stopped and she started screaming "Don't stop asshole". I can't believe I lasted more than a minute but I lasted at least 20 based on the faulty Memphis clocks. My buddy and the other chick watched the last 5 minutes. When I finished, the girls laid on the bed and went to sleep. (it wasn't my room ) I left and went to the dog track in West Memphis and won a few hundred. My buddy paid the other girl $50 and I never paid. Not the greatest experience but I got laid, won money, and didn't pay. All in all, that's a WIN!

I would love to elevate Melannie's game since her first P4P experience by having her and Jessica Jade making passionate love in an anything goes MFMF session. I know they would both be soooo up for it. What do you say Melannie and Jessica??
My first experience was in college when a bi female sorority friend and I responded to an ad in a local paper for a gal we could both play with at a local hotel. We did have FFM session but It turned into much much more for both my sorority friend and for me.

My answer will seem a little strange at first, but I'm guessing all of you will be able to relate in some small way.

I was in the third grade. My buddies and I had this clever little plan to play spin-the-bottle with three girls from my neighborhood. To make it more appealing for the girls, each of us went to the corner store and bought snacks for the girl that kissed us.

My buddies bought candy necklaces and one even bought a ring pop. I remember Tina (the object of my affection) liked a specific kind of candy bar. Her family didn't have much money, so I spent my entire allowance on a whole box of Charleston Chews.

Anyway, my mom caught the six of us walking into an old shed with an empty glass bottle. Well, she put an end to the game immediately. Well, no spin-the-bottle for us today. But...

Tina pulled me aside and told me that she still wanted to play, as long as the Charleston Chews were her's when we were done. I didn't care, I just wanted to kiss her.

Well, needless to say, Tina got her candy and I got my sugar. Even at 8 years old I knew that ladies wanted more than good looks and starter on the baseball team. She wanted to give her sugar to someone that could reward her for it.

The relationships I have with providers isn't much more complicated than the one I had with 8 year old Tina. It's a pure and honest relationship. We both have needs and the willingness to trade. As long as we're kind to one another during the exchange, should it matter whether we are exchanging candy or cash? How about cash for ass? I say no.

Today I hobby much the way I did in the 3rd grade. If you have something I like, I'll offer you something I think you will like...usually cash.

Make no mistake about it, I'm hook'd. But, I think little Tina played a large part in it.

I was in Las Vegas the first time I was "Hook'd". Just walking along the Strip late
at night, and saw this tall beautiful blonde, dressed to kill. We tried to go back up
to my room, but some managers starting walking over, and she said they didn't allow independents
to work the hotel. So went out to her car, and played in the back seat on a warm summer night.

Definitely have fond memories of that first P4P encounter... it was well worth it. She was hot
and fun... so beautiful and sexy... I can still see her in my mind, spreading her legs in the back
seat of her car.

I absolutely enjoy all of the stories and thank you lady's and gents for responding
I have so many to comment to, but will leave that for tomorrow!

I think going back to where it all began brings back so many good memories and we are all making more each day. I am a strong believer in mutual pleasure and their is no better feeling than what it brings!

It does make a difference

Let the good times roll!

Rewinding before Boystown near Laredo, before the Internet, Before Cell Phones, before aids/hiv, we had a communication device called: "THE BEEPER" Beautiful Angela lived with her parents, beep her and meet at the garage in the alley. for 5 dollars, she would throw a blanket on garage floor and fuck your brains out. back then i could go 4 pops in an hour but there was no time frame. fuck til you got tired. I had 2 girlfriends that gave me free pussy but angela was much better and taught me how to eat pussy. I called her 5 dollar angela. She was so GOOD.

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I would love to elevate Melannie's game since her first P4P experience by having her and Jessica Jade making passionate love in an anything goes MFMF session. I know they would both be soooo up for it. What do you say Melannie and Jessica??
My first experience was in college when a bi female sorority friend and I responded to an ad in a local paper for a gal we could both play with at a local hotel. We did have FFM session but It turned into much much more for both my sorority friend and for me. Originally Posted by whitechocolate

Hmmmm. Something to think about. This thread is great. Before this I've never thought back to the first time.

Jessica, no need to think- Just Do It!!! It will elevate your game since that first experience. We can discuss further!!!

If you are old enough, you might remember the area of Preston Rd and 121 back in the late 1980's. (Yes I am old enough, but barely). I was in college and worked part-time. The place I worked was in FW but it had a copy of the big thick Dallas yellow pages. You youngsters might want to Google 'yellow pages' if you never used them.

Quite often, I would open up the yellow pages to the 'escort' section and see ads for all the places along 121 and my curiosity got the best of me eventually. I ditched my afternoon classes, gassed up my economy hatchback and made the drive out to the Frisco area with a Mapsco. The Mapsco did not help because I ended up driving too far and stopped in a McKinney gas station to ask for directions to "Preston and 121".

In those days, there was no mall there. There was nothing but about half a dozen mobile homes that were all serving what I was looking for. I asked the middle aged lady behind the gas station counter for directions.

She smiled knowingly at my 22-year-face and asked me, "What is it you're looking for?"

"Um, the intersection of Preston and 121".

"I know that, but what is it that you are looking for?" I could not decipher if the look on her face was bemusement or irritation at this point. I told her that I think I could find my way and left quickly.

I backtracked and remembered the yellow pages ad of one place said 1.1 miles east of Preston Rd. I used my car's odometer and finally found it, behind a fence that had signage for a fruit and vegetable stand.

The experience inside as I remember it was not terrible. There was a lineup and I chose a pretty blond named Sheila. She was not much older than me and very friendly. Back in the 1980's though, nobody did anything uncovered due to the Big Scare. I was not surprised that there was no kissing or anything. But still, I enjoyed myself. I did not want to leave at the 60 minute mark. I rushed to get dressed and out of the room before someone came in and dragged me out. Sheila said she wanted to see me again - and she did a few more times.

Due to my navigational skills, a trip that should have been about 3 hours lasted about 4.5. As a student, I was still living at home. I got back in time for dinner. I took off my plaid flannel shirt and joined my family for dinner. Mom laughed at me and said, "You must have been wearing that that undershirt inside out all day! Look at the tag sticking out". I laughed and said, yeah must have put it on like that in the morning before school.

After being a bookworm and nerd in school, penny loafers and white socks - Michael Jackson made a fortune for it, I just got laughs - my first experience back then was disastrous, exciting and scary. My girl at the time said, "... that's it!! Two seconds!!!...." It was really 10.

Couple of years later our wonderful Air Force assigned me to the Philippine Islands. My buddies dragged me out of the barracks one night and we hit 'The Block'. Ran up into one of the clubs, bought a few rounds for girls and one of them walked out with me at closing time - 20 pesos and I had honey brown skin and long hair to play with all night long. That was it. San Miguel beer, a flirt with mamasan, and at the end of the night some honey was going somewhere with me. I'd be so tired some days I'd be falling asleep typing at work. Didn't think it was possible. Been hooked ever since.

You ladies have been my blessing and teachers in the arts of sex and other points of life as well.

Thank you!!

It is so neat reading everybody's stories! Good thread, Melannie! I wish that I had a more interesting story to when I got hook'd, but I just started when I was 18 after meeting a girl that was an escort, and it seemed appealing. My first time I was SO nervous, but after that, it was a wrap - I LOVE what I do!

Jessica UTR was my first experience in the hobby March 2013. I'm sure a few of you have had the UTR experience!! And now I'm hook'd :-)