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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” without protection.

Previously, in Stroker, Book 1:

A virgin university student purchased a ‘stroker’ silicone sex toy shaped like a woman’s hips, butt, and vagina with a magic aftermarket ‘self-cleaning’ feature that he didn’t know connected the toy to the reproductive system of whatever woman’s ‘essence’ was inserted into it. After inseminating his co-worker, teacher, several students, and then finally his mother and sister, he finally figured it out, but too late, as many of those women got pregnant. Then the toy was stolen.

Frank read the handwritten ‘self-cleaning’ instructions that were in the box he’d stolen from the bus. The stupid kids hadn’t even noticed him in the seat behind them, listening in. Even if what they said was bullshit, hey, free sex toy! But if it was true...

The 30-year-old skid with the receding hair line grinned as he produced the tissue he’d used to wipe off the spittle his ex-girlfriend had horked onto his forehead when he propositioned her for some ‘ex sex’ after bumping into her on the way home. He pushed it into the toy’s fake vagina, followed it up with some lube, and dialed her number before he shoved his thin seven-incher inside.

“Frank? What do you want? Ohh ... um...”

“Hey, Carla, wanted to apologize for earlier. I was tweakin’, y’know?” He kept his voice steady as he stroked into the lubricated toy. In his mind’s eye he envisioned his ex, the curly auburn-haired woman looking good with those fake D-cups and fit body, though at thirty-two, she wasn’t as attractive as she used to be.

“Well ... uh ... you don’t just ask a woman to fuck after seeing her for the first time in months, Frank. Hmm...”

He put the phone on speaker and set it down so that he could hold the toy steady with both hands as he fucked it. “I’m really sorry. Can I take you out to lunch or something to make up for it?” Yes, he realized as he concentrated on the feel of the fake pussy, this was exactly how Carla’s insides felt like.

“I ... umm...”

“You okay?” He was stroking faster now.

“Just ... feeling a bit weird.”

“I miss you, babe.” He was having trouble keeping his grunts quiet.

“Well ... I, uh...”

“Hrngh...” He turned his face away from the phone as he inseminated the toy, blasting it with a couple day’s worth of sperm.

“OH SHIT!”

“Hngh! Mmm...” Another spurt ... another...

“Huhh! I, uh, gotta go, Frank. I’ll call youuu...” Click.

He pulled out of the toy and marveled at the complete lack of sperm inside it. It was real! He hoped Carla was still on the pill ... or did he? Smiling, he started making some calls.

Frank loaded up the pay-per-view fight as he got his sample ready. On the screen, Rhonda Rhoades, the favorite to win, danced on her toes as she posed for the camera, her dark curly hair tied back and her tanned face, pretty even without makeup, duckfaced for the audience. Across from her, the blonde challenger did her best to look menacing. Both women were tight-bodied and their skin glistened in the overhead lights.

He’d paid a pretty penny for some of Rhonda’s blood, easy enough to obtain after a tough fight, though you had to know the right people. He pushed a bit of the reddened paper towel into the toy, squirted some lube in, and waited. Once the fight began, it was obvious that the blonde was outmatched, so Frank thrust his hard cock inside the toy and began stroking.

It took a few seconds for the effect to be noticeable, but he could see Rhonda frown in confusion and step back into a defensive position, missing an obvious opening to hit the outclassed challenger. However, Rhonda shook her head to clear it and started pushing forward again.

“Okay then...” Frank pulled out, grabbed a thick ten-inch dildo with protruding knobs all over it, and shoved it straight into the toy. This time the effect was immediate as Rhonda lost her balance and her challenger got in a good hit. Every time Rhonda looked like she would gain the upper hand, Frank shoved that cudgel deep, expecting that it was impacting the MMA fighter’s cervix every time, given how it seemed to make her reel. Again and again, the blonde pummeled Rhonda right after the dildo pummeled the entrance to the champ’s womb. Rhonda was looking confused and afraid as the round ended and she staggered back to her corner where she argued with her coach and rubbed her midsection.

Round two began, and Frank switched back to his own cock for a bit. It seemed that the dildo had widened the fighter’s fuck chute, though, as there was less friction, and therefore less effect on his target. He switched back to the huge dildo and she staggered once more, taking a solid hit to the side of her face that knocked her to the canvas. She got back up, but then winced and took a hit to the breadbasket as her cervix received another blow.

Finally, the challenger got one last good hit in and Rhonda fell, this time not getting back up. As the ref called it, Frank switched back to his cock and thrust quickly into the magical copy of the athlete’s pussy until he came, knowing that his load was spurting deep inside the punch-drunk athlete’s fit body. The fallen woman twitched and he thought he saw a dark wetness bloom from the crotch of her athletic gear just before the show switched to a slow-mo recap of the highlights of the fight.

The long-shot 200-to-1 blonde challenger he’d bet on had earned him far more than he’d spent to get Rhonda Rhoades’ blood. He patted the magically-clean stroker sex toy with a grin.

Utilizing his new method of fixing female MMA fights, as well as branching out to tennis and golf -- he had to concentrate on individual athletes instead of teams -- Frank was finally able to get out of debt and amass a small fortune that he used to purchase an old apartment building. The first thing he did was renovict everyone and install hidden cameras and microphones in all the suites that were wired up to a screen in a secure room in his big penthouse. With sufficient notice, he was able to ‘inspect’ the apartments semi-regularly to obtain ‘essence’ from all the female renters’ hairbrushes.

One that he had his eye on was a college student, a hot 20-year-old redhead with a tight hourglass figure. She didn’t seem to have a romantic partner, seemingly preferring to concentrate on her studies. He watched her doing yoga before bed and felt his cock rising as her C-cups dangled in her braless shirt. Not yet, he told it, and went to watch some TV for a bit. When he returned, he saw that the camera had switched to night vision to reveal that the young woman was asleep. He pulled out the stroker and zoomed into her pretty, innocent face, her mouth slightly open as she snoozed.

He loaded some of her hair into the toy and watched the redhead carefully as his lubed member slipped inside the magical copy of her pussy. Nothing yet. He pulled back and pushed in further. There! Her face twitched a little. He knew the effect of shoving a huge dildo into the toy when it was active, but needed to understand how much the woman felt if he was just fucking her. He thrust carefully into the toy, enjoying watching the sleeping young woman writhe as her possibly virginal channel was invaded by her rapist landlord’s hard cock.

“Mnh...” she moaned and rolled over.

It had no effect on the toy. Though the redhead was now on her belly, the stroker was on its ‘back’, so it was like Frank was still fucking her in the missionary position. However, the excitement of what he was doing quickly overwhelmed him. He considered pulling out, but figured she’d be asleep until morning, giving her youthful depths plenty of time to absorb his baby juice. He stroked faster, feeling his loins thrill, and then he came. “URGH!” His load rushed up his seven-inch shaft, spewed out the tip, and then through the magic of the toy, shot right at the entrance to the college student’s womb. “Ohh! Ungh!”

“Mmh...” the girl sighed in her sleep as unknown, unwanted sperm assaulted her unprotected reproductive system.

“Goddamn, that was nice,” Frank commented as he pulled out, once again pleased to see that the toy had ‘self-cleaned’ itself. He continued watching for a minute until he was sure the girl was still asleep before going back to watch more TV.

“Hey, you’re the lucky guy, right?”

Frank had just exited his apartment to see a tall, younger man there. “Who’re you?”

“Brent ... my Mom’s in 303.”

“Doesn’t explain what you’re doing up here, Brent. Ugh!”

The young man had pushed him back into his door. “I asked if you were the lucky guy, the one winning all those long shots down at Johnny’s.”

“So what if I am?”

“Gimme a tip ... share the wealth, guy.” He kept his palm firmly on Frank’s chest.

“Ugh, fine. You’ll want to bet against Babette Nicholson on her next match.” That was the underdog blonde that had beaten Rhonda Rhoades weeks previous.

“Her? She’s undefeated ... you sure?”

‘Undefeated because I’ve literally fucked with her competition,’ Frank thought to himself. It was time for the new champion he’d lifted up with his dick to fall from grace. “Nothing’s 100%, but I have a good feeling.”

Brent took a step back. “Okay ... I’ll be back if she doesn’t pay out.” He lunged at Frank, making the older man flinch, but then winked and stomped away.

After confirming that the beefy young man had left the building, Frank headed down to apartment 303 and knocked on the door.

An older woman with dark hair like her son answered. “Frank? What is it?” She crossed her arms across her chest when she noticed that Frank’s eyes had dipped to her D-cups under her sweatshirt.

He figured she was probably a little younger than forty. “Hey Adeline ... was wanting to know if you wanted to hang out ... do you party?” He lifted the top of his index finger to his nose and sniffed to illustrate his point.

“I don’t. This is very improper, Frank ... please keep things business-like. If there’s nothing else?” She didn’t wait for his answer to close the door in his face.

Smiling, Frank went back to his apartment, pulled out the stroker, and inserted some of the older woman’s hairs. Instead of just fucking her, though, he put on a condom, lubed it up, and then dusted the head of the prophylactic with some cocaine. He didn’t use the drug himself, but liked to have some on hand for guests. He flicked his screen over to 303 to see Adeline watching something on TV, then thrust into the primed toy.

On screen, after a few minutes of penetration, the MILF fanned her face and rubbed her tummy. It seemed that while the stroker toy felt like the pussy of whomever it was connected to (and she had a nice one for an older chick), the effect of his fucking was less obvious, as she wasn’t reacting like someone having sex. It was kind of like he was a fly in the same room, somewhat noticeable but not overwhelming. She blinked and her eyes became unfocused. Yes, Frank exulted ... the coke was being transferred inside her cunt, where it was quickly absorbed by those mucous membranes. She lay back and spread her legs, rubbing idly at her crotch.

“Urgh!” Frank moaned a few minutes later as he filled the condom.

Adeline had her hand down her sweatpants by that point, and the other was rubbing at one of her big tits. Frank had a look at the toy, but he could still see the sheen of the lube, so it hadn’t ‘cleaned itself’ yet. He had cum, but maybe he needed to do it unprotected to break the connection? He wasn’t about to shove his bare cock into that cocaine, though, so instead pulled off the condom, stuck two fingers into his load, and then shoved those fingers into the fake vagina.

“Unghh...” Adeline moaned as she came, not realizing that a dollop of her skid landlord’s cum had just been inserted into her unprotected pussy.

Frank felt like the toy was sucking at his fingers and withdrew them to find that it had cleaned itself up. So it did require at least a little of his cum ... good to know.

Back in her apartment, Adeline smiled as she lay there in a daze, barely registering her show.

That night, Frank stroked into the toy as he watched Babette Nicholson losing her MMA match on screen. The fit blonde babe had only won her previous matches with his illicit help, so her challenger, an intense-looking Asian woman, would have cleaned the champ’s clock even without the tickling distraction of his cock deep inside her. When the blonde finally fell to the canvas for the last time, Frank fired his load into the toy, where it reappeared miles away and splashed the unconscious fighter’s vulnerable cervix. By the time she woke up the next morning, Frank’s boys had found her vulnerable egg and penetrated it. She, of course, would assume that there had been a condom malfunction with her boyfriend.

The next day, Frank watched through the hallway security system as Brent kissed his mother’s cheek and headed out. The doting young man visited his mother often, it seemed, always at the same time of day. The terrible landlord smiled as he prepared the cocaine, condom, and her hair again. Within a few minutes, Adeline was again riding a fluffy white cloud and cumming on her fingers as a blob of Frank’s cum appeared inside her pussy.

That night, Frank switched his screen over to apartment 201, the newlyweds. He’d been listening in, and the attractive, early 20’s couple were going to try for a baby. He definitely wanted to be an integral part of that process. When they started getting all hot and heavy after dinner, he loaded up the stroker with some of the young woman’s brown hair, lubed up his raw cock, and waited. When they got naked, showing off her sexy trim form with her B-cup breasts, her husband lay back so she could ride him cowgirl and Frank readied his cock. When she sank her primed pussy down upon her husband’s five-and-a-half-inch dick, Frank pushed forward.

“Ohh ... feels good...” the wife moaned. Her husband felt bigger today.

Like he did sometimes when watching porn, Frank matched the young wife’s movements as he remotely stroked into her unprotected depths.

“Geez...” the young wife sighed and came a little at the feeling of what she thought was her husband inside her.

“Nice...” Frank commented as he felt the fake pussy squeeze him. This cutie’s body was ripe and ready.

“Ungh ... ungh ... ungh...” she grunted as she rode her husband hard. Deep inside her, her landlord’s longer seven-inch cock lightly touched parts of her pussy that had been neglected all her life. “UNGH!” She came again and stopped. Frank quickly stopped as well, waiting.

She dismounted and felt strange inside, like an afterimage of her husband’s cock was still inside her, before flopping onto her back. “Fuck me!” she urged her man, and he dove between her legs to thrust back inside. Once again, Frank resumed fucking the toy, and in turn, her.

“I want your baby,” she told her husband. “C’mon ... give it to me...”

“Ohh Godd...” the husband groaned as he thrust into her faster, shadowed by Frank.

“Your baby, growing inside me ... I love it ... I love you...”

With her sultry voice spurring both men on, Frank wasn’t going to be able to keep going at this pace, but it didn’t feel right to slow down either. He bit his tongue to distract himself.

“Ohh...” her husband moaned.

“Yes!”

“OHH...”

“YES! Cum in me! Do it!”

“Ahhhfuuuckk!” Frank yelled, unable to hold back as he spewed his illicit load deep inside the unsuspecting, fertile woman.

“YESS!” she cried out as she came in response to feeling the hot seed pulsing deep inside her.

The husband followed a moment later, emptying his balls inside his sexy wife. Unfortunately...

“I got ... there ... first!” Frank grunted as he shuddered out the last spurts of his cum.

As the husband’s semen shot into his beloved’s reproductive system, all it did was push Frank’s load deeper inside her, giving the older man’s sperm a better chance to impregnate the sexy, young wife. His seed jammed into the spasming entrance to her baby chamber, her husband’s load pressing on it from behind.

“Ohh, I can feeel it...” the young wife moaned, loving the sensation of the enormous amount of seed that her husband had seemingly shot into her primed depths. “I love you ... mmm...” She kissed her husband as drip after drip of her landlord’s illicit sperm invaded her defenseless womb.