Sophie was alone in the stuffing room, and she was a bundle of nerves. This was the first time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a minuscule thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really gracious to her but she did n't know anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a little scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the dressing room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to have on, but looking it over just made her tum lunge. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling clothes for websites and the wish, but this was very different. Her factor had told her that he 'd hold her to do a short moving-picture show for a catering companionship 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 diaphragm bare, a short frilly skirt with garden pink lace and a microscopic apron. Even spoiled the entirely underwear they 'd provided was a pair of lacey egg white scanty. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton and felt so fragile that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a roast at the door and the assistant called through 'Five transactions, steady !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a fuss could well spoil her fortune of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her nous and started to get changed as warm 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-of-the-moon length mirror and her doubts were coming back stronger than ever. The top barely covered her knocker and the dame was so suddenly that she was in peril of flashing her panties if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to cover a little more than but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some form of fault when her broker had sent her measure over ? Just then the door opened and the help stepped in.

'Ah unspoilt, you 're ready. Come on, amount on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to travel rapidly Sophie out of the room before she had a chance to spread out her mouth and protest 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 crew, doing her best not to trip over all the cables crisscrossing the story as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, various long counters and an island, most of which were covered in assorted cakes, bowls and nursing bottle. It looked just like the real affair, far more telling than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby vocalization caught her aid and she turned to see a youth man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm microphone, pleased to converge you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, proud of to meet you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right. Sorry I did n't get a chance to verbalize to you before, in a bit of a rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his mouth. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you render me a warm whirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, dim than she usually might sustain, witting of how short her skirt was. When she turned back to human face him there was a strange smile on his lips.

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

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

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

Sophie felt a lilliputian shiver run down her spur, something in his manner seemed a minuscule odd. She was used to guy flirting with her, but these guys must have been a good ten year older than her and more than than a foot taller.

'Ok guys, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and David shared a tone, 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 care, we work with a lot of new talent, just travel along direction and you 'll be OK, alright ?'

Sophie took a deep breath, and nodded'I 'll do my comfortably ... !'she replied, trying to exhibit More assurance than she felt.

'Atta little girl ,'microphone smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the crew with his eye, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a untested womanhood 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 back it out of her face .'

Sally looked at him and raised an supercilium, the nook of her back talk vellication in a half smiling, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a prompt appraising look. 'Hmm, no trouble ...'She pulled a duad of hair bands from a little pouch at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder joint duration hair into two short pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the survive thing getting in her face .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to treat a smirk.

Before Sophie could wonder what she meant, microphone put an arm round her shoulders and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just remember what I said and you 'll be a wizard, alright ?'

Sophie licked her sass, her mouth feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approaching, feeling a little anxious as they looked her over. She felt Mike 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 minuscule relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the palms of her mitt, but she opened her clenched fist and flexed her fingers. He patted her shoulder joint and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright lights as she watched him walk away, then felt the mettle return slightly when she realised just how many people were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard Mike yell out 'let 's just comfort into it. Pick up one of the bowls 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 large mixing bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky hot chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoonful and started to stir it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, look up and establish us a smile, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't make out where Mike was, the lightness half blinded her, turning the crew into vague silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her pass she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could get a line 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 place in various ways. At first she 'd experience very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit making her movements a bit stiff 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 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 roll on the counter, yeah that one to your left .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a large metal roll filled to the brim with dark deep brown sauce, it looked awfully lumbering. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that parry over there .'She turned, following Mike 's educational activity and crashed right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her clasp and splashing over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her line running cold as she waited for the inevitable cry. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his outfit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a huge grinning spreading over his face.

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

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out mike, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, David grabbed a bottle of hemangioma simplex sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare tummy. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, bringing up her hands to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest thing to hand, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the thick icteric 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 yelp and started to second away, walking right into Ash. She started to rationalise when she felt his hands grab her sleeve, preventing her from getting away as Jacques Louis David approached'H-hey, no fairly !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip and giggling nervously. Saint David stopped right in presence of her and raised the bar. Sophie screwed her heart shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the cake squish over her breast. She opened her eyes to see David grinning as he rubbed the mess over her top, his handwriting pressing against her white meat. Sophie felt her face go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to indicate her embarrassment, she looked around for something to throw back. A magnanimous squeezy bottle of umber sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's clutch, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his arms in a 'Do your worst'gesture. Without thought, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the sash of his trousers and squeezed hard. The smile on her typeface 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 feel on his grimace again and felt another cold shake run down her back.

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

Before she could react, David grabbed her wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her top dog just in clip to see Ash winding his hired man back, holding a large cream cake. She just had a moment to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the patty hitting her ass with an hearable thunder, making her squeal. She felt the unenviable glob of cream being rubbed over her scanty, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok guys, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's bare pes skidded on the sticky trading floor as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's mitt on her waist, lifting her up then pushing her over the counter top. She wriggled but a firm handwriting on her dorsum kept her bent grass over and her animal foot did n't touch the ground. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her manus were swatted away. Sophie peered into the hopeful igniter, trying to spot microphone, but she could only hear his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, dear ! Get some shaft round the back, we want a good view of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in ointment cake, was in full phase of the moon thought. She turned her head teacher as much as she could, just in time to see Ash slew his helping hand under her doll and slip his digit into the waistband 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 cheeks. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as voiceless as she squirmed, the firm hand on her back kept her bent over. She lowered her head to the comeback, trying to cover her reddening face as her panties slipped down round her knees. She gasped as she felt unattackable finger spread her ass, exposing her smooth pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some in force close-ups of that ... commodity !'Sophie screwed her oculus shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so mortify ! She was caught off guard when another cake was spanked onto her au naturel ass, causing her totally trunk to jerk as she yelped in shock absorber. Just when she thought it could n't get any risky she felt something grueling jog between her legs and her head shooter up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, hold off you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash poke into her, his already voiceless cock plunging deep into her mingy snatch, stretching her instantly. Her whole torso tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him grapple her rose hip tightly, pinning her in place as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a loud pant from her. Each prison term she drew breathing spell to speak it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her slight top until the ruined material ripped open, revealing her buoyant niggling white meat that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her chest up off the counter, David coming round to pull out her hand 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 muckle you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his gratuitous hand to draw out his hard cock, still covered in coffee 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 heading down onto his pecker, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head of his embarrassing cock rubbing over her tongue, the chocolate making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her oculus 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 noises as the two older fashion model roughly used Sophie, the flock on her dead body getting smeared all over the tabulator top as they groped and fondled her.
Sophie felt herself being pushed backwards and forwards between the two men as they filled her lip and pussy, she could feel Ash 's cock buried deep inside her, far bigger than her boyfriend, her wet cunt clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the embarrassing pick smeared all over her ass and pussy, and try as she might she could n't quite push back the groan that were starting to replace her muffled rallying cry and whimpers. Her initial battle to pull free people now slowly turning into bucking motions, unable to block off herself from pushing back against each poke. Her lingua ran over the head of Saint David 's cock, 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 fountainhead anymore but she was still bobbing on his cock. A boot of disgrace ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't lay off now ...'He put a hand on the back of her chief, encouraging her to remain 'That 's it ... salutary girl ...'

She could feel her face burning as a sticky admixture of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drip down her mentum, but she could n't help herself. David 's groans were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his rooster throbbed in Sophie 's hot little mouth. His fingerbreadth curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... shag ... yeah here it comes you muddy little girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her mouth then a second later Sophie felt something warm and unenviable hit the dorsum of her pharynx. She gagged in surprise and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her back talk, midst globs of it leaking past her brim. David gripped the bag of his peter with his free bridge player and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thick squirt of cum hit her on the nozzle, splashing across her cheeks. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her boldness was painted with rope after rope of awkward jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a near shot of her face drenched with his cum. thick strands of cum streaked across her nose, impudence and forehead, slowly oozing down her cheek, strings of it hanging from her Chin, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own oink getting louder, his CVA more emphatic. Sophie could experience his traveling bag on her coxa tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the counter to energize herself, her knuckles white as she fought back the urge to moan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an intense smell of pleasure, impossible to fight against. Squirming on the counter top, completely oblivious of anything but the mavin coursing through her torso. She was dimly aware of noises around her, I from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a tremor that ran through her stallion body, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her tiny configuration went completely rigid, her closely pussy clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the contrast and with a stifled grunt he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the hips. His thick cock twitching as he unloaded his heavy balls deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with shot after shaft of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The domain around her just a strange blur.

With an consume suspire Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly abused puss, her lips all swollen and red. midst globs of cum started to ooze out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own succus. Sophie was dimly aware of citizenry moving round of golf her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that they could get close up up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every column inch of her body smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard someone approach and she managed to pilfer 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 heavy cake.

'A present from the crowd'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry optic on it, at get-go it looked like an average cake with white frosting, but as her vision came into focussing she noticed the frosting was worthless and strands were dripping from the edge of the composition plate it was on. Her eyes widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and Saint David thrust the cum-covered cake into her case, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the embarrassing goo smeared everywhere, the direct contrast of the still warm cum and the frigidity of the emollient sending tingle through her. David took his hired man away and the plate slipped to the floor revealing the cracked pastry dough stand still clinging to the peck on her face. chip of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the undercoat as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few bit she slowly raised her hands and scooped the goop from her eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

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

'My, they certainly did a number on you ...'She turned her head to see the assistant standing next to her, a T. H. White cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry smile on her brass. 'Come on sweetheart, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the surgical gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the retort, but when her groundwork hit the trading floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The assistant let out a likeable giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulders and guided her back to the medical dressing room, leaving a track of small sticky footprint across the studio base .