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Trade In
by Old Bill (address withheld)
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He decides that it is time for a new model. (Mf, ped,
nc, humor)
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I pulled my well-satisfied cock out of good old Betsy's
clasping cunt and lay back so she could do what she did
so well. As she cleaned my balls and licked my
softening penis with her talented tongue, I patted her
backside and decided to turn her in. My finances were
in pretty good shape and some of the new models being
advertised on the tube were really attractive; let's be
honest, arousing is what they were. I had been watching
the ads and checking out the prices for girls with as
many fucks on them as my 23-year-old doll had, and I
was ready for a new one, or at least a low mileage used
model.
So I cleaned her up, tied back her silky hair, put some
makeup on the bite marks and bruises, got her into her
highest heels, dumped a short shift over her pretty
head and hiked her down to the GOPAR dealer, assuming I
would get a better trade by staying with the same
brand. They knew me since I had bought two girls from
them and have brought Betsy in for service at least
once a year and always hung around the showroom and
admired the new girls while she got greased and
tightened up.
I tried to walk her past the cavorting youngsters in
the showroom without leering at them and sat her in the
saleman's cubicle. She crossed her long legs and
blinked, her big tits hard against the thin cloth of
her simple dress. "Want to trade her in," I told him
after we shook hands and exchanged names.
"OK, let me check her FIN number and get her plugged
into the analyzer." He smiled and grinned at Betsy who
stood and let him look at the number tattooed on her
butt. "She looks good to me." He pulled down her
neckline, grasped a breast and squeezed. "Nice and
firm." He plugged his cable into the socket under her
left arm and then said, "You looking new or used?"
"Depends," I said. "Understand you guys are making some
deals these days, what with the market and all. End of
the season, isn't it?"
"Yep, most top of the line sixteens are under forty
now, and you can get a reconditioned one, a twenty or
less, with a five-thousand fuck guarantee for about
twenty-one five."
"Wow," I said as his printout machine started chugging.
"Let me show you a couple of the pre-owned girls, OK?"
"Sure," I said, watching the paper roll out of the
printer.
He pushed several buttons on a touchpad and almost
immediately two lovely young women appeared and struck
the usual model stance. Both were luscious, enticing,
stimulating, sexy - pick a word, and wearing just wisps
of garments, certainly nothing they could wear outside.
He looked at a card. "The blonde is twenty-one and you
would be her third owner. She was bought new, a
seventeen, by an old fellow who only used her once a
week and died after eighteen months or so, a smile on
his face. His son, who already had a foreign girl,
inherited her, shared her with his buddies and got
tired of her. He traded her in on one of the Japanese
geisha models. She's been thoroughly rehabbed except
for the hymen, tuned up and is now almost good as new.
You can have her for eighteen less whatever I can give
you for, ah, Betsy, right?"
"How used was she?" I asked, admiring the lean young
woman with the sleek hips.
"We think someone played with her counter, but I'm sure
she had less than a thousand lays in the three-years-
plus she was in use."
"Sounds like some pretty hard use."
He nodded and picked up the other card. "The auburn is
called Ginger, and she's now only nineteen, a one-owner
marshmallow, a creampuff, a great piece of ass. Bought
new for thirty-five something, she was well cared for,
regularly serviced, for about three years before being
traded on brand-new sixteen, one with all the bells and
whistles." He looked up and smiled, "I sold both of
them, and I've test driven Ginger. She's absolutely
first class, eager to get going with a mouth like a
suction pump. I got her up to a hundred in the back
room without much effort."
"How much?" I asked, feeling my cock surge when I
thought about a hundred strokes a minute.
"Twenty-one-five plus your trade," he said. "Five
thousand fuck warranty and free serving for the first
year." He tore off the printout and glanced through it.
"Not bad. See you didn't use her ass much."
"She had most of those when I bought her a couple of
years ago," I told him truthfully.
"Well, she's a bit wobbly. Gonna take some real work to
tighten her up. I can give you a thousand for her,
salvage value."
"Aw come on," I said. "I only use her every other
night, and I don't lend her out much. She still gives a
lot of pleasure, very pneumatic."
He nodded. "Let me show you one of the brand new
sixteens. I can allow you more on a new model than on
one of the used girls."
"OK, but Betsy's good; does almost everything I ask her
and never complains." We both laughed on that line.
I followed him over to the shallow pool where four
blondes and one dark-haired girl were playing and
splashing in their tiny bikinis, all with rather blank
looks on their pretty faces. He pointed, "That one, the
one with the small tits, you can have for thirty-seven
with just Betsy as a down payment, maybe two hundred a
month."
"Can I test ride one?" I asked, feeling quite horny.
"Sure, we have a demo we use for that. We don't loan
out the new girls."
I nodded and he whistled and a gorgeous youngster
appeared wearing a ponytail, high heels, and not much
else. I took her hand and she followed me back to the
sound-proof test-drive room, her big boobs jiggling
wonderfully, the nipples very puffy and erect. I think
all the new sixteens at GOPAR had been augmented this
year; thirty-sixes seemed to be the norm. She went
right to the padded bench and spread herself open for
me.
I was painfully erect immediately. I stripped down my
trousers and underwear, took a condom from the
dispenser and handed it to her. She smiled at me, put
it on her pouting lips, sucked it in and proceeded to
take my whole rod into her warm mouth and install the
rubber at the same time, flicking my balls with her
tongue and then raking with her teeth as she backed
away. They sure were making sixteens with a lot more
features than they had even ten years ago, when the
dealerships first opened.
I stepped between her long, shapely legs, and she
wrapped them about me and pulled me right into her,
buried quickly all the way to the balls, in her
wonderfully deep and quivering grasp. I relaxed and let
her drive, and she demonstrated her rippling muscles
and her ability to push a cock out as well as draw it
in.
I grasped her full breasts, twisted until she gasped
and took over, ramming hard and fast, up on my toes,
hearing myself grunt with effort, really smacking us
together. She stayed with me perfectly as the pace
increased. The young slut's eyes opened wide and she
squealed with pleasure as the meter on the wall showed
we had reached 110. I ejaculated and she creamed,
shuddering and gasping happily, massaging and milking
my cock with her muscular vagina.
The demo rolled over to display her well-rounded ass
after I pulled free, but I turned down the invitation
to corn-hole her, left her on the sex stand with her
warm juices trickling out of her and went back to the
showroom, impressed by a five-minute demo.
"Well?" asked the salesman, "you ready to deal?"
"Show me a couple more of your used girls. Do you have
some under twenty, maybe rentals."
"Ah, you wouldn't want one of those. You never know
what's been done to them." He flipped through his
cards. "I've got one mini that's just eighteen and a
full sized nineteen and, oh yes, almost forgot, a
seventeen-and-a-half we got in on a trade just
yesterday; haven't even had time to start cleaning her
up, pretty little bitch but her boobs have been slapped
around."
"Let's go see her. I'm not really interested in the
small one."
"Some of those little one area really hot," he said as
we went outside to the pen where a half a dozen used
girls were chained to posts, but still able to walk
around and get some exercise in the sunlight. Two of
them were playing 69 over in a corner. All of them were
wearing long-tailed company shirt with the conjoined
GOPAR logo on them.
"Tell me about the redhead over there in the corner," I
asked. She was along-legged beauty with a great rack.
He smiled. "You've got good taste. She was part of our
Premier line two years ago, sold for just under fifty
thousand to a partnership, had every extra you could
load on, electric everything, guidance system, three
languages, dancing, stripping. She could handle three
men at once without breaking a sweat. Some of the boys
called her Deep Throat II.
The guys that bought her evidently tried to see if they
could wear her out and get their money back on the
warranty period. She carried a ten-thousand-fuck
guarantee. Well they and their buddies at work managed
to romp her twenty-two hundred and some times before
one blew a gasket and died of a heart attack. His wife
sold her back to us, and she was in pretty bad shape
then."
"Damn," I said, "she's a real beauty."
"Let's see," he said, turning the card over. "They've
given her a rebuilt vagina, tight as a sixteen for
sure, nipple transplants, the two-stage type, one new
hip joint, and, unfortunately, a full memory wipe. You
can get her for your girl and twenty-five, but she's
not right in the head; getting better but still fuzzy."
"I'll give you twenty," I said, "cash."
He sniffed and made a face. "You understand; she sold
for fifty, and she is absolutely fully equipped."
"Warranty?" I asked.
"Same as on all the pre-owned, five thousand and a free
first year tune-up. Wait a minute, I forget Freckles.
Come on around back."
I followed him with glances back at the incredible
redhead.
"This girl was, I guess you'd say, experimental, but
she didn't sell. She's a sixteen, listed for thirty-
seven-five, a carrot-head with a lot of freckles, sort
of the little girl next-door look, pigtails and all.
Here she is."
The sad-looking girl stood by a shipping container
wearing a company shirt and high-heeled slippers. She
was a pretty little thing, maybe five-two with a real
young look, a great body and a spray of orange freckles
across her cheeks. I wanted her at once.
The salesman dug a dog-eared card from his pocket.
"She's a full-featured sixteen, well trained with a
one-twenty top speed." He looked at me, licked his lips
and said, "You can take her home for twenty-five and
your girl, all we want from her is her organs."
"Deal," I said, shaking his sweaty hand. I went back to
see Betsy for one last time, hugged her, patted her
firm butt and told her I was sorry. She nodded, and I
guessed she knew they were going to eviscerate her and
incinerate her, but that a girl's life these days. I
had my first sixteen, a real virgin to break in.
There's nothing like the smell of a new girl.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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