SUBMISSIVE COLLEGE GIRL ANAL PENETRATED | XDOMINANT ANAL CASTING

The college girl’s knee trembled as she entered the dimly lit room, the hardwood floor creaking softly under her feet. She had been summoned by the infamous Professor X, known for his unconventional teaching methods. The cheerleader, a bubbly brunette named Jenna, was a petite 19-year-old with a tight little body, perky D-cup tits and a cute, round ass that looked perfect in a mini skirt.

Professor X was a tall, muscular man in his late 30s, with short dark hair and a commanding presence. He sat in a leather armchair, one hand resting on his knee, the other draped casually over the arm of the chair. His eyes roamed over Jenna’s body hungrily as she approached, taking in every curve.

“Ah, Jenna,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Jenna blushed and glanced down at the floor. “Thank you, Professor. I’m honored to be here.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” he said with a chuckle. He patted his knee. “Come, sit with me.”

Jenna hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told, perching herself gingerly on his leg. He could feel the heat of her through the denim of his jeans. His hand drifted to her hip, squeezing the firm flesh possessively.

“So, Jenna,” he began, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. “I understand you’re a little curious about the adult industry? About pushing the limits of your sexuality?”

Jenna shivered at his touch and at his words. She had always been a good girl, but there was something thrilling about the idea of exploring her deepest desires. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed.

Professor X smiled, running a finger along the soft skin of her throat. “I thought so. And I’m going to help you discover just how naughty you can be.”

He guided her onto the floor then, positioning her on her hands and knees. She looked back at him over her shoulder, flushed and breathless with anticipation. He reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing roughly as he drove into her from behind.

“Ahh!” Jenna cried out, her body shaking as he pounded into her. Professor X was a huge man, his cock stretching her tight little pussy in ways she had never experienced before.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hips slapping against her ass. “Your sweet cunt was made for my cock.”

Jenna’s moans grew louder as he jackhammered into her, the pleasure building with every thrust. She’d never been fucked so hard before, and it was driving her wild. Tears stung her eyes as she pushed back against him, desperate for more.

“That’s it, take it,” Professor X growled, raking his nails down her back. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like a little fuck slut?”

“Yes, Sir!” Jenna sobbed, shaking her head wildly. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft. “Please…please let me come!”

“Not yet,” he said, pulling out completely. Jenna whimpered in disappointment as he flipped her over and buried his face between her legs. His mouth and tongue were relentless, teasing her clit and tonguing her hole until she was a quivering mess.

“B beg you, Sir,” she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I need…I need to come!”

Professor X eased a finger inside her, pumping slowly as he sucked mercilessly on her sensitive bud. “Mmm, your pussy tastes so fucking good. I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”

With that, he mounted her again, slamming inside with one hard thrust. “Ohhh God!” Jenna wailed, her tits bouncing with each brutal drive of his hips. She was stretched to the limit, every nerve ending screaming in ecstasy as he plundered her tiny cunt.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she chanted, clawing at his back. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, her pussy starting to flutter and clench around him. “I’m coming! I’m…I’m coming on your cock!”

Professor X fucked her through her climax, grunting his own release. He stroked Jenna’s hair as she shook and sobbed beneath him, his own hips still pumping erratically as he emptied his balls deep in her hot little cunt.

Finally, he collapsed beside her, both of them slick with sweat and panting for air. “Mmm,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re a natural, Jenna. I think you could be quite the star.”

Jenna smiled weakly, her body still tingling with aftershocks. She knew she should feel ashamed, but all she could think about was how good it had felt to surrender control, to let him use her for his own pleasure. She could get addicted to this…

“I think I’m ready for my next lesson, Sir,” she said, looking up at him through her lashes.

Professor X chuckled darkly, his hands already moving to her body. “Eager little thing, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll train you thoroughly.”

And with that, he began to explain her next assignment. It involved some toys, a dress code, and her very first all-access back pass to the Professor’s “infamous campus loincloth club.” The slutty new cheerleader was definitely in for the semester of a lifetime.