Sophie was alone in the binding elbow room, and she was a packet of heart. This was the first metre done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a little thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really Nice to her but she did n't know anyone at the studio apartment and if she admitted it, she felt a little fright. The supporter who 'd brought her to the bandaging elbow room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to wear, but looking it over just made her breadbasket lunge. So far she 'd just done catalog work, modeling clothes for site and the like, but this was very unlike. Her broker had told her that he 'd hold her to do a shortstop pic for a catering party but he 'd been very undefined on the details.

The kit laid out for her was n't like anything she imagined it would be. It consisted of a low cut, short sleeved top that left her midriff bare, a shortly frilly skirt with ping lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the lonesome underclothing they 'd provided was a yoke of lacey white scanty. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton wool and felt so tenuous that it might as well have been made from tissue paper paper.

Just then there was a whack at the door and the help called through 'Five minutes, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really gage out now and kicking up a tiff could well bungle her chances of getting a new declaration. She chewed her lip, then made up her idea and started to get changed as nimble as she could, tossing her clothes onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few moments later she was examining herself in the full length mirror and her doubt were coming back inviolable than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the annulus was so short that she was in peril of flashing her scanty if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to cover a little more but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sorting of mistake when her agent had sent her measurement over ? Just then the door opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're quick. Come on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hasten Sophie out of the room before she had a fortune to unfold her mouthpiece and protest about the costume. Before she knew it she was quickly ushered into the studio apartment where it seemed everyone was looking right at her.

Sophie blushed slightly and tried not to show her nerves, picking her way through the crew, doing her best not to slip over all the cablegram crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lightness was a kitchen, several long sideboard and an island, virtually of which were covered in assorted patty, sports stadium and bottles. It looked just like the real thing, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby voice caught her care and she turned to see a new man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, delight to fulfil you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's rightfield. Sorry I did n't get a chance to speak to you before, in a bit of a rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a spry twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, dim than she usually might have, conscious of how short-circuit her skirt was. When she turned back to face him there was a strange smiling on his lips.

'Perfect, you 'll do just fine .'Just then two other men approached, both wearing very chefs outfits 'Ah, good timing. Sophie, this is Ash and St. David, your co-stars .'

Sophie was a niggling storm, she had n't been told about this, but she tried to handle it and smiled. 'Hi, I uh, look forward to working with you .'

They grinned back 'It 'll be a pleasure, I 'm sure'replied Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little quiver run down her spine, something in his manner seemed a slight odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these Guy must have been a good ten geezerhood older than her and more than a foot taller.

'Ok guys, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and David shared a facial expression, then nodded to Mike before heading onto the set. Mike turned back to her, 'Ok, your federal agent told me you 're fairly new to modeling, but do n't vex, we work with a lot of new talent, just travel along direction and you 'll be fine, alright ?'

Sophie took a recondite breath, and nodded'I 'll do my honorable ... !'she replied, trying to show more self-confidence than she felt.

'Atta female child ,'microphone smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the crew with his oculus, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a young woman who was with Ash and David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their outfits slightly. She looked up when mike called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her hair ? We 'll need to keep it out of her face .'

Sally looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the turning point of her mouth twitch in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a warm appraising feeling. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a match of fuzz stripe from a little bulge at her waistline and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder joint length pilus into two brusque pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the last matter getting in her face .'Her mouth twitched again as if she was trying to pass over a smirk.

Before Sophie could wonder what she meant, microphone put an arm unit of ammunition her articulatio humeri and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just think back what I said and you 'll be a star, alright ?'

Sophie licked her backtalk, her mouth feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and mike watched her access, feeling a minuscule ill at ease as they looked her over. She felt Mike squeeze play her arm and she looked up at him.

'Hey, do n't get too worked up, relax and have fun, ok ?'He winked at her and she felt a minuscule backup. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the thenar of her handwriting, but she opened her clenched fist and flexed her fingers. He patted her shoulder and stepped off the set to bring together the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright luminosity as she watched him walk away, then felt the mettle return slightly when she realised just how many mass were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard Mike call out 'let 's just facilitate into it. foot up one of the roll and pretend to stir it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the counter in front of her and took a declamatory admixture pipe bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky umber sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to put forward it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, look up and give us a smile, that 's in good order ... !'Sophie could n't make out where mike was, the lights one-half blinded her, turning the crew into wispy silhouettes, but his direction were exonerate enough. Lifting her nous she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could hear Ash and Jacques Louis David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their part too.

For the next ten or so minutes Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and pose in various ways. At get-go she 'd felt very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her kit making her movements a bit steadfast and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of thing, almost skipping around the set in her bare feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or St. David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first she was afraid that they 'd tell her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, she 'd gotten all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowl on the counterpunch, yeah that one to your leftfield .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a magnanimous metallic element pipe bowl filled to the brim with dark chocolate sauce, it looked awfully gravid. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that comeback over there .'She turned, following mike 's instructions and crash right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her grip and splashing over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her origin running cold as she waited for the inevitable call. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his getup and then deliberately flicked it at her, a immense smiling spreading over his face.

Sophie flinched as the sauce splattered her, utterly confused. Then she looked up to see both Ash and Saint David both grinning broadly at her.

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out mike, and while Sophie watched in bafflement, David grabbed a bottle of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare tum. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, bringing up her hands to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the skinny matter to bridge player, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the thick yellow sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a large ointment cake and advanced towards her.

Sophie let out a yip and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to rationalise when she felt his hands grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no bazaar !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip and giggling nervously. David stopped right in front of her and raised the cake. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the cake squish over her chest of drawers. She opened her optic to see David grinning as he rubbed the mess over her top, his hand pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her aspect go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to show her superfluity, she looked around for something to shed back. A large squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke release of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and afford David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his arm in a 'Do your bad'gesture. Without intellection, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his pant and squeezed hard. The grin on her face froze when she realised what she 'd done. David looked down at her with amazement then chuckled.

'... So it 's like that huh ... ?'She saw a that look on his face again and felt another cold quiver run down her back.

'I, uh, s-sorry ... I did n't think ...'She stammered, flustered at her own actions.

Before she could react, David grabbed her wrist and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her oral sex just in sentence to see Ash winding his hand back, holding a expectant cream cake. She just had a moment to arouse herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an hearable slap, making her squeal. She felt the sticky clod of cream being rubbed over her pantie, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for puff.
'Ok bozo, I think fiddling Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's desolate feet skidded on the sticky floor as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's manpower on her shank, lifting her up then pushing her over the counter top. She wriggled but a unwavering hand on her back kept her bent over and her feet did n't match the terra firma. She tried to get through back to tug her dame over her ass, but her paw were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright visible radiation, trying to spot Mike, but she could only hear his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, good ! Get some blastoff round the back, we want a good purview of our New starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream patty, was in full view. She turned her head as often as she could, just in time to see Ash slew his hands under her skirt and splay his fingers into the waistcloth of her panties. Letting out a startled yip, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some mistake !'She cried desperately as she felt them slowly being peeled over her sticky impertinence. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as heavily as she squirmed, the business firm hand on her spine kept her bent-grass over. She lowered her pass to the counter, trying to veil her reddening expression as her step-in slipped down round her genu. She gasped as she felt strong digit spread her ass, exposing her smooth kitty for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... Good !'Sophie screwed her heart shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off guard when another cake was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her unanimous consistence to jerk as she yelped in shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any big she felt something intemperate nudge between her legs and her head dig up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, hold back you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already hard dick plunging rich into her close twat, stretching her instantly. Her whole torso tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him grip her hips tightly, pinning her in post as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a gimcrack pant from her. Each time she drew hint to talk it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically bonk her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped open, revealing her chirpy petty titty that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her chest up off the counter, David coming round to pull her hands away. When she looked up at him pleadingly he just grinned back at her.
'You know, I think you should clean up some of the lot you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his free people hand to pull out his tough stopcock, still covered in drinking chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's eyes widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to twist away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her sassing to cry out and David pulled her caput down onto his prick, pushing past her back talk and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head of his embarrassing hammer rubbing over her lingua, the chocolate making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her eyes again, trying not to gag as he started to push down on her head, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching disturbance as the two older role model roughly used Sophie, the mess on her torso getting smeared all over the counter top as they groped and fondled her.
Sophie felt herself being pushed backwards and forwards between the two men as they filled her mouth and pussy, she could find Ash 's pecker buried late inside her, far adult than her young man, her wet cunt clamped tightly around him. She could also finger her own wetness mixing with the viscid cream smeared all over her ass and twat, and try as she might she could n't quite fight back the moan that were starting to exchange her dampen cries and whimpers. Her initial struggles to pull give up now slowly turning into bucking apparent motion, unable to hold on herself from pushing back against each jab. Her glossa ran over the header of St. David 's cock, she could sample something else amongst the chocolate and she instinctively started to suck.

St. David let out a low groan 'Damn, she 's starting to get into it ...'Sophie looked up at him, then realised he was n't holding her headway anymore but she was still bobbing on his dick. A flush of pity ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't stop now ...'He put a paw on the spinal column of her headway, encouraging her to retain 'That 's it ... dear miss ...'

She could palpate her cheeks burning as a sticky mixture of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to dribble down her mentum, but she could n't help herself. David 's groan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his pecker throbbed in Sophie 's hot little oral cavity. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you dirty little little girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her mouth then a secondly later Sophie felt something warm and sticky hit the back of her throat. She gagged in surprisal and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her mouth, thick glob of it leaking past her lips. David gripped the infrastructure of his cock with his free hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thick spurt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her cheeks. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelping as her face was painted with circle after rope of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a just pellet of her face drenched with his cum. midst string of cum streaked across her olfactory organ, boldness and forehead, slowly oozing down her face, strings of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own grunts getting louder, his strokes more forceful. Sophie could experience his hold on her hip joint tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the sharpness of the counter to arouse herself, her knuckles white as she fought back the itch to groan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an acute feeling of pleasure, impossible to fight down against. Squirming on the counter top, completely forgetful of anything but the genius coursing through her soundbox. She was dimly aware of noises around her, ones from behind her getting louder, but she was losing ascendancy. With a shudder that ran through her intact eubstance, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and nous pushed back. Her diminutive material body went completely rigid, her tight cunt clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line and with a strangled grunt he slammed into her arduous, burying himself up to the pelvic arch. His thick cock twitch as he unloaded his threatening musket ball mystifying inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped replete with stab after shot of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The public around her just a strange blur.

With an exhausted suspiration Ash slumped back, his putz slipping out of her thoroughly abused pussy, her back talk all swollen and red. Thick clod of cum started to ooze out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly cognizant of people moving troll her, hands on her ass, spreading her brass so that they could get shut down up view, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the riposte, breathing hard, every column inch of her body smeared with some sort of muggy goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard someone approach and she managed to hook her head, blinking through the cum still dripping down over her eyes. She could just about make out David, blinking again she could see he was holding a enceinte cake.

'A present tense from the gang'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry optic on it, at first it looked like an average cake with white icing, but as her vision came into focus she noticed the frosting was worthless and string were dripping from the edge of the newspaper home it was on. Her eyes widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and Jacques Louis David thrust the cum-covered patty into her face, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the direct contrast of the still fond cum and the iciness of the cream sending thrill through her. Jacques Louis David took his hired hand away and the dental plate slipped to the story revealing the kookie pastry groundwork still clinging to the jam on her face. bite of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the ground as she lay there frozen in surprisal. After a few minute she slowly raised her handwriting and scooped the goo from her oculus, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great work everyone !'Mike called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with noise as the crew began to shunt the lighting articulated lorry and cameras about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a shock, trying to comprehend what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a phone number on you ...'She turned her fountainhead to see the assistant standing next to her, a T. H. White cotton fiber dressing robe draped over her arm and a wry grin on her human face. 'Come on truelove, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the surgical gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the replication, but when her ft hit the story her leg almost buckled beneath her and she had to overtake herself. The assistant let out a benevolent giggle and draped the dressing gown over her articulatio humeri and guided her dorsum to the dressing room, leaving a trail of small-scale muggy footmark across the studio floor .