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I started going to Suki's every day for her painting. I know she wanted to finish her commission project and get some money in the bank. Every day before leaving, I'd check for the presence of any van's outside her house. Except for a plumbing van one day, with workers going into a house across the street, I never saw one. After a week, I was hoping he was done with me, but I wasn't so lucky. As I was walking back to my car, I got called from the open window of a car.

"Get in," he said. "You know what to do."

I didn't have an opportunity to text Jolene or Mauro without him seeing. I got in the car and he was sitting with his cock out of his jeans, hoodie over his face.

"We're practically in public, sir," I said. "We could get arrested."

"Practically isn't in public. The windows are tinted and it won't take long. Once you bend over my cock, nobody will even see you in the car."

Asshole. I bent over his prick and started to suck. I wanted to get it over with quickly, so did as much as I could to make him cum. He held my head down over his cock, forcing me on it. I expected he'd want me to swallow to keep his jeans clean. I hoped to let some fall out of my mouth so his crotch would be wet. He surprised me. Just before he orgasmed, he pulled my head up by the hair and sprayed a huge load all over my face. It felt like he'd been saving it for a week. Apparently, he didn't care whether his jeans got dirty, because it dripped from my face all over him. When the spurting stopped, he pushed my face over his prick, to drain the last few drops from his stalk. Fuck.

"Now get the fuck out of my car, slut."

"Do you have something to wipe my face with, sir?"

"Sluts should wear their cum in public, so everyone knows what they are. Get out."

I climbed out of the car. Given his treatment, I needed to start carrying something with me to clean myself with; a hand towel, paper towels, something. I memorized the license plate number and make and model of the car until I could write it down. In the car, I found some drive thru napkins in the glove box and wiped the cum off my face. I texted Jolene the information.

I was confronted by kidnapper again outside Shizuko's house. Black Dodge Charger with tinted windows, License No, PFA5612.

Are you all right?

Not as bad as last time. All he did was make me blow him, then cum on my face.

Do you need someone to talk to?

How did I feel? Better than most times, I guess. When did I start thinking sucking my blackmailer's cock was no big deal? I texted, I'm good.

Rat bastard.

Agreed.

I went home, took a shower and brushed my teeth. When Tanner got home, we had supper, made love, and I was happy I didn't have to worry whether another man's cum would leak out of my pussy or ass at an inopportune time. Everything was good or as good as it could be under the circumstances.