His special talent, besides sucking pussy, was being able to come buckets. I knew he had come an unusual amount in my mouth, and it never ceased to amaze me when I sucked him off or watched him reach orgasm. I think it may have had to do with the length of his cock and the way he shot. His come would spurt from the tip of his cock and land four or five feet across the room. Sometimes it shot high into the air like a geyser. Often, three or four of the girls and Sonja and myself would all play with him together, running our hands over his body, his balls, his cock, his ass, until he came in the air in the middle of us. His cum would shoot in the air and fall all over our bodies. There always was enough for all.
I soon developed a reputation for giving the greatest blow job in New York City. Some went so far as to say I was the best in the country. I was Sonja's most expensive girl and I received only the richest and finest men in New York during working hours. I sucked off many important figures in the world of politics, business, and entertainment. But after hours I spent a lot of time with Todd or with guys who really appealed to me. I found myself being attracted to young, eighteen through twenty-five, good-looking boys, freaky types with lots of hair and beards. I don't know why I was attracted to them while I was in New York – perhaps it was just a reaction against the type of "straight" guys I was servicing as customers. But it was fun and I enjoyed sucking young boys' cocks, especially if they were virgins, but there weren't many of them around that city.
I think I would have stayed at Sonja's much longer had Billy not cared about me so much. One night, while I was with a trick, Sonja knocked at my door. She never interrupted any of the girls while they were working – in fact we had always kidded that the world would be coming to an end and she would wait till we had all finished before giving us the news – but there she was, at my door, calling to me. I excused myself – it's not easy for a girl to slip a cock from her lips and excuse herself politely – and went to the door. Sonja looked concerned and whispered to get rid of my guy and come to her office.
I went back to bed and sucked him off faster than I knew I could. He came, he dressed and he was gone. With the cum still sticking to my teeth, I headed to Sonja's office.
"Come in, Maggie, sit down."
I did so. She leaned forward from behind her antique desk. "Listen, someone was here looking for you tonight. He told me he knew you were here, that he would get a search warrant if he had to. I knew he wasn't a trick right away and told him I had never seen you before."
"He had a picture of me?"
"Yes, standing in front of a farmhouse."
BILLY! I felt faint. Billy had been searching for me and now he had found me. Many things rushed through my mind at that moment. What should I do? Could I let Billy know I was working as a professional oral artist, sucking half the guys in New York City? Could I let him know what I had been through in New York? I knew I had hurt him by running away – I worried about my parents, too – but I was ashamed and couldn't bring myself to face the hurt I knew would be in his eyes. I had to run again.
Sonja understood. I know she hated to see me go, not only because she would lose a lot of money, but because she honestly liked me, as she liked all the girls who worked for her, and because she was worried that I would fall back into the depths I had been recovering from since she found me. She gave me my savings and sent me on my way, that night, before Billy could return.
I took a cab to the airport. I cried all the way, upset because I didn't have time to say goodbye to anyone, especially Todd. I didn't know where to go. It seemed as if history was repeating itself. I got on a plane, bound for Chicago, of all places.
Why I let myself go to the very city where Billy lived was beyond my comprehension. Maybe I wanted to get caught, but if so I didn't know it. I lived there for two weeks in fear. I found myself in the midst of a harsh winter, with no friends to keep me warm. I abstained from sex for as long as I could, until one evening I met a man in a movie theatre in the Loop and he invited me to a party.
The party turned out to be a small group of middle-aged men who were sitting in a dark apartment watching fuck films and drinking beer. I felt repulsed at first, but as soon as I was on my knees between a man's legs with a cock in my mouth I forgot all about feeling repulsed or good or bad or anything at all. I was falling back again – falling back into the scene I had been into in New York. I was running away and I was becoming a wreck.
I remembered, walking home in the snow that night, the farm and my parents and how near to them I was at that moment. It would have taken only a short but ride to Milwaukee, then Two Forks. I had missed Christmas for the first time in my life. I thought about the fields covered with snow. I wondered how Billy's dog, Corky, was doing. He was getting old. I wondered if the partition in the main barn was still standing.
I couldn't bear it, all the memories, all the thoughts of things I had thrown away. I went back to my room and checked out of the hotel. My money was dwindling, but I didn't notice. I was soon on another plane for California, not knowing where I would go nor what I would do. I only knew I had to keep moving, keep running.
I landed in San Francisco and checked into a hotel downtown.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I can't remember how I first met Master – that's all I ever heard him called – but I sure do remember that I lived with him for as long as I could bear it. He was the "King" of the hippy-drug-subculture that existed in San Francisco, and I drifted into his crowd when I had no money and was searching the streets again in hopes of finding a cock to satisfy me and a man to give me money.
He made me strip naked in front of a large group of his "family" – a zoo of people, about twenty hard-core drug addicts, runaway teenagers, older dropouts from society – and show off my body. He sat at the end of the large room in the rotting Victorian mansion, staring at my pussy and breasts. I may have been hungry and depressed, but my body was still beautiful.
"You like to ball?" he asked me in a deep voice, in front of the others.
"No."
"What do you do?"
"I suck cock."
There was a murmur amongst the crowd and Master stood up and motioned for me to join him in another room. I picked up my clothes and walked through the doorway, following him. We went down the hall till we came to a room with only a mattress on the floor. He sat on the mattress and told me to shut the door. I obeyed.
"Keep your clothes off," he said, staring up at me. He was incredibly handsome and had the darkest eyes of anyone I had ever seen. His hair was shoulder length and he had a dark beard. He was wearing a long robe and had a string of beads around his neck. His right wrist was covered by a large leather band.
"Turn around," he said. I obeyed. I turned and stood with my naked buttocks facing him.
"Why doesn't a girl like you enjoy getting balled? How about in the ass?"
"No, not at all." I turned back to him. "I was raped when I was in high school and ever since that I just don't go for it."
He paused for a moment, looking away from me, thinking. "You really give good head?"
"The best."
"Show me," he said, almost defiantly. It made me mad, the way he shot the words at me, and so I was determined to suck him as he had never been sucked before.
I pushed him back on the mattress and lifted the robe up to his waist. He wasn't wearing anything under it. His cock was perfect – I mean it fit him, fit his body. It wasn't real long – about seven inches – but it was extremely thick, fat, especially at the base. I couldn't wait to feel it between my teeth.