The Medical Study

Britney Stevens shows up with rent on her mind and the paper ad in her pocket. The exam room is cold and they move fast, strapping her down before she even asks about the pay. Five men in white coats, all of them already hard, waste no time. Her scrubs come off. Her legs get pulled wide on the cold metal table. She feels one thick cock sliding between her cheeks and knows exactly where it's headed. The first one pushes in hard, stretching her ass with one long thrust while she gasps and curses. They don't wait for her to catch her breath. The next cock replaces him, just as big, driving deeper, using her like the study is already paid for. Hands hold her open. Voices tell her to take it. She tries to stay quiet, tries to stay angry, but every thrust drags another moan out of her. Her body betrays her. She cums once, clenching around a dick that feels like it belongs in a porn shoot. They keep going, fucking her ass raw, switching positions without missing a beat. Each doctor takes his turn in her hole, pounding until she shakes and comes again, dripping and used. By the time the last one unloads deep in her, Britney's legs are trembling, her wallet is lighter, and her ass is sore in a way the ad never mentioned. She leaves the building walking slow, cash in her pocket, cum still leaking, wondering which lie she’ll believe next time.