The Gold Show

”It was after one of these Gold Shows that he contacted her…”

Forfatter: Læsehæsten

It was autumn. A light mist enveloped the streets and the taxi stopped by the kerb just outside the bar. It had been a half hour drive from her hometown north from the city through the dense pine forest. It was dark outside and the pale neon light from the old sign above the entrance to the bar covered the grey sidewalk. Isabella paid the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

At this time of night, the streets were almost empty. The cold, foggy weather kept people inside, and the following day was a workday, after all. She shivered from the chill and immediately decided to step inside and wait for him there.

She was a webcam model, a performer, who chatted with visitors in her “private room” and offered exclusive sessions for a fee-by-minute. Often, she was clad in very little; relaxing underwear, small tops, briefs, and sometimes sultry lingerie, which left little to the visitors’ imagination. When in an exclusive show, the little clothes she wore would quickly come off and she would follow any directions and fulfil any demands her audience would make.

Other times she would also offer a “Gold Show”, in which she’d do a performance for any visitor, who pledged a certain amount of money to watch the show. If the total amount from buy-ins exceeded a predetermined goal, she would start the show exclusively for the pledgers.

Usually, she would strip, caress herself and play with one or more toys, accompanied by some instructions from the audience, but she was free to improvise more compared to her exclusive sessions.

It was after one of these Gold Shows that he contacted her. They had been chatting several times, when she was working, and he had been the one to suggest that she did a Gold Show. He gladly pledged more than the minimum required amount, and he was busy giving her instructions, while she pinched her nipples and fucked herself with her favourite toy. At some point, when she’d put her underwear back on, he made her aware that he had sent her a private message.

It was an offer – a very generous offer – to meet up in real life and have her repeat the performance from her Gold Show. The message was short, contained as few details as possible, as well as a means to contact him, if she was interested.

At first, she was shocked and could do nothing but smile and laugh at the crazy suggestion. It was harmless, and she decided just to ignore it.

The next day, however, she couldn’t stop thinking about the offer. It excited her to think that someone was so infatuated by her that he was willing to spend such an amount of money to see her in real life. To sit right in front of her and watch her play with her naked body…

The thought made her tingle and a light blush filled her cheeks, while she did her chores at her daytime work. She was taking care of the elderly residents at the nearby nursing home. If those old people just knew, what she was contemplating…

It would be a huge risk. It could be dangerous for her to meet up with a guy, she only knew from her nude webcam shows. She knew nothing about him. He could be a rapist, a kidnapper… Or a serial killer…

There was also the reward. The money. She had to confess that she’d started as a webcam model a few months ago primarily to earn some extra money. She lived in a small apartment with her boyfriend and they really needed everything they could get.

What if she got to know him? If she could make certain he wasn’t bad? It wouldn’t hurt, if she just wrote him and got some more details about his offer. Of course, her boyfriend couldn’t know about the offer. He would never agree to let her meet with a guy from the webcam site. It would have to be a secret…

Inside, away from the windy sidewalk, Isabella slowly and cautiously strode to the bar and felt the heat replace the cold in the skin of her face. She ordered a glass of water, even though the deal was, she could order anything she wanted. The bill would be taken care of, but she didn’t want to dull herself with alcohol. It might calm her nerves, but she needed to be clear in her head and alert, if anything suspicious happened.

She didn’t expect anything suspicious to happen, though. He seemed nice, when she wrote him, and he sent her a photo of himself for her to examine. They wrote back and forth for a few days, after which she decided to accept the offer.

A guy entered the bar after she took the first sip of water, and she immediately recognised him from the photo. Maybe he was a bit older than she expected, but he wasn’t ugly and he looked friendly. He seemed to scan the room, and he brightened in a smile, when his eyes finally found her. She smiled back and rose to greet him, when he approached her seat.

Their conversation reflected both their nervousness, but they managed to laugh the awkwardness away. He introduced himself as John, and appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties with greying temples and beard. His eyes were kind and warm and he made her comfortable with his friendly smile. It was difficult to imagine this nice and polite gentleman watching nude shows and wanting to get close to one of the young performers, but here they were.

Isabella wondered what made her so special to him. She was short and slender, had petite features and very fair skin. Her eyes sparkled a bright blue and her face was framed by silky blonde hair. She was only twenty-two, almost two decades younger than him, even though she could easily be mistaken for being younger.

After John had finished his beer, he calmly asked if she still was in on the deal. With adrenalin suddenly surging through her veins, Isabella nodded her consent. He ordered their check and accompanied her outside. After a short drive, they arrived at a hotel.

Isabella feared what it must look like; a middle-aged gentleman escorting a young, pretty girl like her to a hotel room. To her relief, the reception was empty, and they walked to the elevator. On the fourth floor, they got out and entered the room by the end of the hall.

Her heart beat like crazy – she’d never been this nervous or excited in her life! John closed the door and smiled at her.

“Just calm down, Isabella. Take it slowly and get comfortable. Have a glass of wine, if you want.”

John helped her remove her coat and put it on a hanger in the wardrobe. While he had his back turned to her, she quickly breathed to calm herself. It was about to happen.

The deal was that she was supposed to do a half hour show, much like her Gold Show. As a security for her, she’d been wired one fourth of the money before they met, and she would receive the rest, when they arrived at the hotel room. Afterwards, she would go back home in a cab and present a little lie for her boyfriend.

“Here you are. It’s all there.”, John said with a smile.

The three quarters of her fee laid in a small heap on the table in front of her. It was a lot of money, and she was amazed how impressive it looked. She trembled a little from the excitement, while John took a seat on a chair in front of the bed.

“Please start. Just… whenever you feel like it.”

His soft, deep voice made her warm inside. It made her feel a bit more safe and secure and she finally got the feeling that she would do fine.

With a smile of her own, now coy and sensual, she got onto the large bed, placed herself on her knees and began to unbutton her blouse.

In her webcam room, she never wore this much clothes; she was wearing long stockings, a short skirt and a small top beneath her blouse. She had dropped her heels on the floor, and the blouse soon followed.

The older man before her stared at her with a hungry look in his eyes, but it didn’t make her uncomfortable. On the contrary, she felt a growing sense of gratification from the fact that her performance pleased him. She unzipped her small skirt and slowly unveiled her slender hips.

Her panties were small, and Isabella sometimes wondered, how revealing they must seem to her audience. The top didn’t even cover her belly button, which made her almost naked from below her breasts. She turned around and pushed her round bottom at him, and she was rewarded with a gasp and a silent swear of appreciation from the sight.

She sat back and began to take off her stockings, when John looked at his phone and suddenly got up from his chair. Isabella froze and watched in puzzlement, as he went to the door and opened it. After a short, low-voiced greeting, John returned with two other guys.

Isabella stared in horror at the three men, as she struggled to say something, to voice her objection against the sudden intrusion. This was never part of the deal, was it? Compared to John, the newcomers didn’t seem so friendly, but they gave her the same hungry look.

“This is Peter, and this is Kristian. They are also huge admirers of you.”

The one John introduced as Peter, was tall, bald and clean-shaven. He was probably in his mid-thirties, and his blue eyes gleamed with lust, when he looked at her.

Kristian was a bit heavier than the others, with a big belly and bulky arms. He was also the oldest, being at least forty-five and wearing glasses. It was apparent that he had difficulty containing his excitement. Kristian took a seat in the other chair in the room, and Peter leaned against the wall.

“Please continue, Isabella.”, John said softly with a gentle smile.

Isabella hesitated. She wanted to gather her clothes and storm out of the room. She didn’t feel safe and comfortable with John’s friends in the room, and she didn’t like their silent stares.

But if she ran out, the deal was off. She wouldn’t get any money, and she would have to return home empty-handed. Probably, she would also have to pay for the cab with her own money…… and she’d already come this far. She just needed to finish the show. Half an hour in front of these three old guys? She could do it. She tried to relax.

Trembling, she continued working her stockings off and revealed more and more of her fair, naked skin. She sat up on her knees again and forced herself to put a sensual sway into her hips, while reaching for the bottom of her top. Slowly, she pulled the thin garment above her breasts, over her head and shook her hair free with a low sigh.

Her small, pert breasts pointed at her live audience, and she felt small and vulnerable in front of them. They just stared at her with their greedy eyes, and Isabella immediately learned to appreciate the security of being separated from her leering visitors by a cam and a screen.

She traced her hands across her belly and breasts, and to her surprise, she realised that her nipples were firm, sensitive and stood at rapt attention.

She felt betrayed by her own body. She was afraid, but she couldn’t deny that the situation affected her. Aroused her. The thought that she was trapped with three mature men, who obviously wanted her badly, while she was teasing them and exposed her womanly talents, made her shiver.

When she laid back and reached for the elastic band of her panties, Kristian could no longer contain his excitement. With a strained groan, he put his hand in his lap and began to squeeze his obvious hard-on with his glazed eyes glued to her young body.

When she was finally completely naked, she realised that Peter was also stroking his protruding bulge, while breathing heavily. They didn’t even hide their excitement, and it both scared her and made her hot. She traced her fingers back down her belly, reached for her sparsely haired sex and was yet again surprised by her own body’s reaction to the situation.

She was very slick. Much more than when she was performing on cam. One, and then another finger circled across her swollen lips. Then, with a needy and sincere moan, she closed her eyes, and both fingers disappeared inside her.

She fucked herself deeply like this for a minute or so. When she sensed movement, she opened her eyes and gasped in shock by the sight of John standing next to her. He lifted his hands in a disarming gesture, letting her know, he wished her no harm.

“Calm down, Love. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to see you closer…”

Isabella calmed a bit, but the close presence of the older man still made her wary. She continued to finger herself, while keeping an eye on him. John slowly sat down next to her.

“… Just relax, my girl, just relax… I just want to have a closer look…”

For the life of her, she couldn’t explain why she didn’t scream or tried to stop him. While saying those soothing words, his hand crept closer and closer to her, until it finally reached her belly. His fingers caressed her gently, while she slowly continued to finger herself. Meeting no resistance, John reached for her firm tits and touched her hard, excited nipples.

She felt naughty and dirty for allowing a stranger, a horny old man she barely knew, touch her naked body, while pleasuring herself with her fingers. It was stupid and dangerous, she knew that, but she was conflicted and indecisive.

On one hand, this wasn’t part of the deal. She never agreed to let him touch her, and she had a boyfriend. On the other hand, he had placed quite an amount of money on that table. If she backed out now, they would probably disappear…

“Your boyfriend doesn’t know how lucky he is. You are really an extraordinary girl…”

It was as if he was reading her mind. John’s one hand was kneading her sensitive tits and the other slid along the outside of her slender thigh. Slowly… and then on the inside…

“You are a very good girl, Isabella. I knew you would be…”

She obediently removed her hand from her sex, when she sensed that he wanted to replace it, and he wasted no time. One, thick finger easily slipped into her and began sliding back and forth. It felt wonderful, but she shouldn’t…

“What a slut!”, someone suddenly exclaimed. It was Kristian, pulling at his penis in the chair. Peter had taken John’s seat in the other chair.

Isabella swooned from the feeling of John’s hand and fingers. She was supposed to use her toy from her purse at this point, but that part of the show was long forgotten.

After a little while, John withdrew his fingers from her drenched pussy. She was dizzy and confused from the intense sensation and had trouble focusing. It was only when John’s hands grabbed her hips, pulled her closer and adjusted himself between her creamy thighs, that she collected what was going on.

His trousers were off, his shirt was unbuttoned and open, and his hard cock pointed aggressively from his lower body. She lifted her arms against his advance, but he just grabbed them and leaned over her.

“You know, the three of us have pledged quite an amount of gold to attend this “special” Gold Show of yours… Don’t let us down.”

His calm voice hit her with its contrast to his violent actions. She was truly trapped beneath his overwhelming size and was unable to prevent what was coming next. John pinned her hands to the bed above her head with one hand and guided his hardness with the other.

Isabella gasped, when she felt the tip of his manhood brush against her moist sex. It was searching for her entrance and a second later, the feeling of invasion robbed her of her breath. In one, slow motion, John sank all of his cock into her.

Now, he used both hands to restrain hers, as he almost withdrew himself from her body, and then pushed all the way back into her with a hard thrust. Then he withdrew again, and continued to fuck her hard and slowly like this for several minutes.

Isabella’s mind was in turmoil; she wanted to scream and fight him off. Cry and claw at him for exploiting her trust in him, for making her feel small, stupid and weak…
… and for making her feel this good. She was helpless and being taken against her will, but she knew – somehow, deep inside her – that John would never really hurt her. She couldn’t explain why.

Why didn’t she tell him to stop? Why did she let him take advantage of her so easily? An hour ago, she was sitting in a cab on her way to the bar and now, she was lying on her back in a hotel room and being fucked without her consent by a stranger, who contacted her through the webcam site just a week ago.

She must’ve closed her eyes, because when she opened them again, Peter had suddenly appeared next to her face with his dick pointing at her. He made it plainly obvious, what he wanted, and she didn’t dare object to it. She parted her full, red lips and accepted his throbbing member.

She felt like a whore, and maybe she was. To be fair, she was in fact having sex for money right now, as she had not voiced her protests against their advances. She wondered if her fee even was a fair price for having a threesome with two strangers, but she had nothing to compare it to.

In her haze, Isabella was reminded of her boyfriend, who she knew loved it, when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, and she discovered that she did exactly that to the dick presently in her warm mouth. She was ashamed and felt guilty for giving these men what her boyfriend expected to be exclusive for him…

Suddenly, John increased the pace and began to thrust harder and faster into her. Isabella couldn’t help but moan on the cock inside her mouth, while the older guy used her young pussy to satisfy himself. Thirty seconds later, he erupted deep inside her, flooding her small channel with his thick semen.

Isabella felt John withdraw from her and get off the bed. Immediately, Peter also pulled his cock from her mouth, went to the other end of the bed and with demanding hands began to manoeuvre her up on all fours. She struggled faintly, but obeyed his silent command, when he took hold of her hair and forced her head backward. Not daring to test his resolve, Isabella did nothing to stop him from entering her from behind.

When Peter’s cock was fully embedded inside her, he finally let go of her hair, grabbed her hips firmly and initiated a fierce assault on her young body. He pounded into her with hard, quick thrusts, making her feel like a piece of meat. Occasionally, he let go with one to slap her hard across the exposed butt cheeks, while muttering swears and degrading words to her.

Isabella didn’t listen to him. She was lost in the heavy handling of her. Her insides burned from the high-paced abuse of her tight pussy, but she didn’t want to risk Peter’s anger, if she asked him to slow down. Maybe, she didn’t want him to slow down…

Forcefully, Peter suddenly grabbed her hair again and pushed her head into the mattress, effectively fixing her in a degrading position with her head down and ass up high. Like she wanted to offer it to him in the most depraved way.

At this point, Isabella had no choice but to accept being Peter’s personal fuck toy, and he just kept slamming harder and faster into her. She was slick from the mix of John’s sperm and her own juices, making it extremely easy for her assailant to slide back and forth in her. Before long, she recognised the familiar grunts…

“Oh, you fucking slut! Take it! Take all of it…”

Peter went over the edge deep inside her, and for the second time within minutes, she felt a man’s cream spurt inside her. She could barely breathe. Her face was still pressed into the bed, and when he finally let go, she fell over and breathed heavily. She didn’t have time to catch her breath, before she was shoved onto her back again.

Kristian pushed her legs back against her chest and placed his heavy belly on top of her. Once again, she was helplessly secured, while being taken advantage of. Supporting himself with his hands on the bed on either side of her head, Kristian effortlessly reached the bottom of her sore vagina with his hard cock and began to fuck her deeply.

Soon, he huffed and snorted from the exertion, and Isabella could feel his hot breath on her face and neck. She was slightly repulsed by the sweaty, mountain of meat on top of her, but she couldn’t prevent her body from responding to the rhythmical penetration of her tight opening. In addition, the copious amounts of sticky cum made the ordeal feel smooth and exquisite.

She had no escape from being thoroughly fucked by a man old enough to be her father. Maybe Kristian was in fact the same age as her father. Maybe they knew each other, worked together…

“Nnh, do you remember me, baby?”, Kristian suddenly exclaimed in a low and strained voice. Isabella just looked at him, questioning.

“I want you to say that you’re my cum slut. Remember me now?”

She did. He had been very insistent in the comment section on the recent Gold Show that she said those words aloud, while pounding her wet sheath with her large toy. Her stomach turned from the realisation of how much her webcam room had blended with the real world.

“I want you to say that you’re my cum slut, baby. Say it.”

Her hesitation was rewarded with a hard slap to her grotesquely exposed butt cheek, followed by another, which was even harder. Her boyfriend would wonder, where she had gotten those bruises from, she winced.

“Say it, whore! Say that you are my little cum slut!”

“… Y-yes. Yes sir, I’m your cum slut. I’m your little cum slut.”

Isabella dared not defy him and immediately she felt him grow inside her from her granting his wish. This would be over soon, she hoped.

“I’m your cum slut. Please fill me up with your cum, sir. I want to be a good cum slut…”

She was, and he did just that. With a final mighty thrust, the heavy, old man buried his hard cock as deep in her, as he could, and flooded her small body with creamy cum.

To her surprise, Isabella felt a familiar tingling, and suddenly her pussy erupted in an orgasm. It had been some time since she had a good one like that, and her young pussy massaged Kristian’s softening member, while she rode the climax.

Later, when she rode the cab back to her small apartment, her bag full of money, she could still feel sticky cum seep out of her and into her panties. The deposit of three mature men, who had paid her royally for a special, personal Gold Show. Which in her opinion got way out of hand.

She still needed a believable excuse to tell her boyfriend. And how would she explain the money? No matter. She felt exhausted and didn’t want to trouble herself more with these problems right now.

The next day, Isabella awoke with a small ache in her lower body. No wonder, she thought, smiling at the recollection of yesterday’s events. Her boyfriend had hardly cared for, where she had been all evening, but was more worried about the potential income they’d miss, when she wasn’t home and performing on cam.
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She made up an excuse about being at the gym with a friend and needing a break at a café, which had made him grumble unappreciatively.

Later, when she logged on, she found a new private message from John.

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