Brittani’s car insurance had a Standard Slut Clause written into it. Basically, if she could spend a week as the sex-slave of the owner of the other car, then her insurance rate wouldn’t go up. Of course, it also meant that the owner of the other car wouldn’t get any payout for the damages.

Mike was not about to let this little slut make him buy a brand new Mustang!

“I’m fucking this tight, little, whore ass as hard as I can, as many times as I can, every fucking day until you give up! I need that fucking insurance money!”

“Whatever! You can fuck my ass right off! I can’t let my insurance rate go up!” she shouted back.

“Oh? You think you can handle it? Tomorrow, I’m having a party and every guy is gonna fuck your brains out. Then I’ll have all the girls fuck your ass with their biggest strap-ons!”

“Bring it!” she said, through gritted teeth.

“Fuck! I wonder if I can get him to ask me out next month. He’s the best fuck I’ve ever had,” she thought.