Corrine the Debate team captain

Richard turned, then dropped his notes on the floor when he saw the black girl standing in front of him. She was stacked like a top shelf porn star. Even Amber's impressive chest didn't compare. She also had a stunning face, though she seemed to be trying to hide her looks behind thick rimmed glasses. Even her dark hair hid in a tight bun, but nothing could hide that figure.

Luckily, she didn't notice him staring. She bent over and said, “Sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you. Let me get these papers.”

Richard regained his composure when she stood and handed the notes to him. “Thank you, Miss...?”

“Corrine Evans,” she said, smiling dryly. “I have a favor to ask you.”

“Already?” Richard laughed slightly.

“It's about the debate club. All student clubs need a faculty advisor and Ms. Sinow was ours.”

“Ooooh, I see. So now that she's gone, you need a new one. Well, I don't-”

“I know it would be a bit of an inconvenience,” interrupted Corinne. “Thing is, it's really not so bad. We only meet once a week. We even have enough of a budget to get a little food in.”

“Really? Donuts, I suppose?”

Corrine took on a proud expression. “Actually, we get Indian food.”

Richard whistled. “I love Indian food. It always makes me...”

Corrine took a step forward, getting very close to his chair. This highlighted to Richard the fact that, since she was standing and he was sitting, her huge breasts were at his eye level.

“It always makes you... what, sir?”

He'd been about to say 'horny.'

“Hyper. All the curry, it makes me hyper.”

“Great! We always have plenty of food and we love hyper people.”

Richard's cock was fully hard now.

“Oh, but there is one thing,” said Corrine. “We hate these stuffy uniforms, so we always change into regular clothes, first. All except for Shelly. She usually has to wear weird costumes because she goes to drama club right after. She was dressed up like a French Maid last meeting.”

Richard's favorite fantasy was about French Maids. A vein threatened to burst in his temple.

The teacher stood, trying to get her huge breasts out of his face before he lost control. “Well Corrine, I suppose since Ms. Sinow left you in a lurch, I might as well fill in.”

“Thank you, sir!” Corrine hugged him, pressing her chest against his so hard they could hear each other's heart beats. His fired off machine gun fast.

Corrine let go and stepped back. “Is there anything I can do to say thank you?”