She knew what he was going to do and a part of her felt fear but another part was so excited, she looked down below her body and saw the android's lon... thick penis jutting upwards, she opened her legs and the android very slowly lowered her body down. She could feel the first touch of his thick shaft brushing against her wet lips, he lowered her more and the first few inches slipped inside, she could feel herself being stretched - a mixture of pain and pleasure as more of this huge rod entered. Pleasure shot down to my balls. I gripped her hips and rammed into her depths.My crotch smacked into her bubbly rump. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Her pussy engulfed my cock again. That wonderful thrill of burying into a hot, tight cunt filled me. She gripped me in ways my wife's cunt hadn't in... years. A young snatch was wrapped about my dick. “Mr. Davies!” she squealed. “Yes, yes, yes! Enjoy your reward! Ooh, you can enjoy me whenever you want!”I shuddered at that, the intoxicating rush of her. She was wearing black yoga pants and a tie-dye t-shirt. She caught my eye as soon as she came out of the locker room, and I'm sure she caught me looking, since she looked right at me as well. We each did our own thing, though I took every available opportunity to peek at her whenever she bent over or -even better- was on a machine which put her in position for me to look down her copious cleavage. Whenever she bent over, I could clearly make out her black thong panties disappearing in her. So I used that venue to make a difference in the lives of others. That’s why I wrote a Haitian-American science fiction anthology. I also wrote about Haitian Bisexuality and Haitian Lesbians. Hell, I even wrote about Haitian Transsexuals. The lives and loves of GLBT people are fascinating. Yet very little has been written about GLBT people of African descent. Many people in the black community pretend that black gays, black lesbians and bisexual black people don’t exist. I endeavored to change.