Sophie was alone in the grooming room, and she was a megabucks of nerves. This was the first clock time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a petty thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really nice to her but she did n't screw anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a little scar. The help who 'd brought her to the dressing way had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to outwear, but looking it over just made her stomach lurch. So far she 'd just done catalog piece of work, modeling clothes for websites and the like, but this was very unlike. Her federal agent had told her that he 'd hold her to do a inadequate plastic film for a catering company but he 'd been very faint on the details.

The outfit 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 curt frilly skirt with pinkish lace and a microscopic proscenium. Even worse the exclusively underwear they 'd provided was a brace of lacey blanched panties. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton and felt so flimsy that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a rap at the door and the supporter called through 'Five minutes, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a trouble could well featherbed her chances of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her intellect and started to get changed as prompt as she could, tossing her wearing apparel onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few consequence later she was examining herself in the replete length mirror and her doubts were coming back stronger than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the chick was so dead that she was in danger of flashing her scanty if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to traverse a little more but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some kind of mistake when her agent had sent her measuring over ? Just then the door opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah dear, you 're set up. come up on, occur on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the elbow room before she had a hazard to spread her mouth and objection about the costume. Before she knew it she was quickly ushered into the studio where it seemed everyone was looking right at her.

Sophie blushed slightly and tried not to show her nerves, picking her way through the work party, doing her best not to tripper over all the cables crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, respective longsighted counters and an island, most of which were covered in assorted bar, bowls and bottles. It looked just like the genuine matter, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby part caught her tending and she turned to see a young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, proud of to adjoin you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to meet you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right field. 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 flying twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, dull than she usually might have, conscious of how short her doll was. When she turned back to face him there was a strange grin on his lips.

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

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

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

Sophie felt a short frisson run down her pricker, something in his mode seemed a small odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these cat must own been a good ten old age older than her and Sir Thomas More than a foot taller.

'Ok guy cable, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and Saint David shared a feeling, then nodded to mike before heading onto the set. microphone turned back to her, 'Ok, your factor told me you 're fairly new to modeling, but do n't concern, we work with a lot of new talent, just follow centering and you 'll be amercement, alright ?'

Sophie took a deep breath, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to present more confidence than she felt.

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

crack looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitch in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a ready appraising look. 'Hmm, no trouble ...'She pulled a distich of hairsbreadth bands from a fiddling sac at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder length hair's-breadth into two unawares pigtails 'There, now her hairsbreadth will be the last affair getting in her nerve .'Her mouth twitched again as if she was trying to brood a smirk.

Before Sophie could marvel what she meant, microphone put an arm beat her shoulder and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just call up what I said and you 'll be a maven, alright ?'

Sophie licked her mouth, her mouth feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her adept to smile as Ash and mike watched her approach, feeling a small uneasy as they looked her over. She felt microphone squeeze 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 little relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the thenar of her hands, 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 lights as she watched him walk away, then felt the nerves return slightly when she realised just how many hoi polloi were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard mike call out 'let 's just ease into it. break up up one of the bowls and pretend to shake 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 boastfully commixture bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to bring up it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, look up and render us a smile, that 's aright ... !'Sophie could n't wee out where mike was, the brightness half blinded her, turning the crew into vague silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her head she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could hear Ash and 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 nonplus in versatile ways. At first she 'd mat very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit qualification her motion a bit sloshed and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of things, almost skipping around the set in her bare feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or Saint David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first she was afraid that they 'd state her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, she 'd beget all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowl on the counter, yeah that one to your left .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a large metal trough filled to the brim with dark chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following microphone 's instructions and break up right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her grasp and splashing over his chest of drawers, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her parentage running cold as she waited for the inevitable yell. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his outfit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a huge grin spreading over his face.

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

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out Mike, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, David grabbed a bottleful of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare breadbasket. Sophie let out a surprised yip, bringing up her script to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest affair to hand, 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 cream bar and advanced towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to bet on away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his deal grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as St. David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his grasp and giggling nervously. Saint 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. She opened her eyes to see David grinning as he rubbed the quite a little over her top, his hand pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her facial expression go shining red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to show her embarrassment, she looked around for something to cast off back. A vauntingly squeezy bottle of coffee sauce was nearest and she broke justify of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his weaponry in a 'Do your worst'gesture. Without intellection, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his pant and squeezed hard. The smile on her look froze when she realised what she 'd done. St. David looked down at her with amazement then chuckled.

'... So it 's like that huh ... ?'She saw a that look on his nerve again and felt another frigidness 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 wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her capitulum just in time to see Ash winding his deal back, holding a expectant emollient patty. She just had a moment to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible smack, making her squeal. She felt the sticky clumps of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok guys, I think small Sophie here needs to be taught a moral !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's bare substructure skidded on the awkward trading floor as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's bridge player on her shank, lifting her up then pushing her over the counter top. She wriggled but a firm manus on her back kept her knack over and her foot did n't bear upon the ground. She tried to get to back to tug her annulus over her ass, but her hand were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright visible light, trying to spot Mike, but she could only hear his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, good ! Get some shots round the dorsum, we want a good purview of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in emollient cake, was in broad aspect. She turned her drumhead as much as she could, just in time to see Ash slide his hands under her skirt and slip his digit into the waistband of her step-in. Letting out a galvanize yelp, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some error !'She cried desperately as she felt them slowly being peeled over her sticky cheeks. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as hard as she squirmed, the firm hand on her back kept her set over. She lowered her head to the tabulator, trying to hide her reddening brass as her scanty slipped down round her knees. She gasped as she felt hard fingers spread her ass, exposing her smooth pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some just close-ups of that ... right !'Sophie screwed her middle shut, trying to profess 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 whole body to yank as she yelped in cushion. Just when she thought it could n't get any high-risk she felt something severely nudge between her legs and her straits shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, wait you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protestation was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already unvoiced peter plunging abstruse into her tight kitty-cat, stretching her instantly. Her completely body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breathing place. She felt him grip her hips tightly, pinning her in space as he drew back, only to force hard into her again, forcing a loud gasp from her. Each clock time she drew breathing place to utter it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his bridge player slid up her back, tugging at her fragile top until the ruined textile ripped open, revealing her perky little breasts that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a hand on her berm and pulled her chest up off the counter, David coming circle to tear her hands away. When she looked up at him pleadingly he just grinned back at her.
'You know, I think you should make clean up some of the mess you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his free hand to displume out his hard cock, still covered in 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 mouth to cry out and David pulled her chief down onto his rooster, pushing past her sass and stifling her groans.

She could sense the fountainhead of his sticky cock rubbing over her natural language, the chocolate making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her center again, trying not to gag as he started to press down on her head, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching noises as the two older models roughly used Sophie, the muss on her body 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 feel Ash 's shaft buried deep inside her, far bigger than her young man, her wet cunt clamped tightly around him. She could also palpate her own wetness mixing with the sticky cream smeared all over her ass and slit, and try as she might she could n't quite fight down back the moans that were starting to supersede her muffled rallying cry and whimpers. Her initial conflict to displume free now slowly turning into bucking gesture, unable to kibosh herself from pushing back against each knife thrust. Her spit ran over the principal of David 's putz, she could taste something else amongst the chocolate and she instinctively started to suck.

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 head anymore but she was still bobbing on his stopcock. A flush of disgrace ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't intercept now ...'He put a hand on the spinal column of her head, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... good girl ...'

She could feel her brass burning as a sticky mixture of hot chocolate sauce, slobber and precum started to drip down her chin, but she could n't serve herself. Saint David 's moan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his cock throbbed in Sophie 's hot petty sassing. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you dirty footling girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her rima oris then a second 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 squirt that filled her backtalk, thick-skulled clump of it leaking past her back talk. David gripped the base of his cock with his free hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thick jet of cum hit her on the olfactory organ, splashing across her cheeks. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yip as her face was painted with rope after roofy of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a in effect shot of her side drenched with his cum. Thick strands of cum streaked across her olfactory organ, impudence and os frontale, slowly oozing down her fount, twine of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own grunts getting louder, his strokes more forceful. Sophie could feel his handgrip on her hips tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the border of the counter to energise herself, her knuckles white as she fought back the impulse to moan out loud. She could find something building inside her, an intense touch of pleasure, impossible to fight against. Squirming on the counter top, completely forgetful of anything but the virtuoso coursing through her body. She was dimly cognizant of racket around her, ones from behind her getting louder, but she was losing controller. With a thrill that ran through her stallion soundbox, she arched her back and cried out, centre squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her petite form went completely stiff, her sloshed pussy clamping down tightly on the stopcock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line and with a cramp grunt he slammed into her intemperate, burying himself up to the hips. His midst stopcock vellication as he unloaded his heavy formal deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped to the full with shot after shot of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The world around her just a unknown blur.

With an exhausted suspiration Ash slumped back, his pecker slipping out of her thoroughly maltreat twat, her sassing all swollen and red. Thick globs of cum started to transude out of her, running down her second joint which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly cognizant of hoi polloi moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheek so that they could get close up up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the replication, breathing hard, every in of her consistence smeared with some variety of sticky goo or sweat.

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

'A present from the bunch'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry optic on it, at beginning it looked like an ordinary patty with white frosting, but as her vision came into centering she noticed the frosting was slimy and strands were dripping from the edge of the paper plate it was on. Her eyes widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and David thrust the cum-covered cake into her typeface, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the direct contrast of the still warm cum and the coolness of the cream sending tremble through her. St. David took his hand away and the home slipped to the floor revealing the cracked pastry dough bag still clinging to the mess on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the ground as she lay there frozen in surprisal. After a few instant she slowly raised her hands and scooped the gunk from her eyes, 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 outfit and camera about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a haze, trying to comprehend what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a number on you ...'She turned her head to see the helper standing following to her, a white cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry smile on her expression. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the robe. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her base hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The assistant let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulders and guided her back to the bandaging way, leaving a trail of small embarrassing step across the studio story .