Sophie was alone in the dressing way, and she was a bundle of nerves. This was the kickoff time 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 have a go at it anyone at the studio apartment and if she admitted it, she felt a little scare away. The assistant who 'd brought her to the salad dressing room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to bear, but looking it over just made her abdomen stumble. So far she 'd just done catalogue employment, modeling clothes for websites and the comparable, but this was very unlike. Her broker had told her that he 'd book her to do a short film for a catering company but he 'd been very vague 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 midsection bare, a poor frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic proscenium. Even forged the only if underwear they 'd provided was a pair of lacey Theodore Harold White 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 bash at the door and the assistant called through 'Five minutes, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really plump for out now and kicking up a fuss could well spoil her luck of getting a new declaration. She chewed her lip, then made up her nous and started to get changed as quick as she could, tossing her clothes onto a chairwoman and slipping into the costume.

A few import later she was examining herself in the wide duration mirror and her doubts were coming back secure than ever. The top barely covered her chest and the chick was so short that she was in danger of flashing her panty 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 event. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of misunderstanding when her agent had sent her measure over ? Just then the door opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah expert, you 're make. Come on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to travel rapidly Sophie out of the elbow room before she had a chance 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 up her nerves, picking her way through the crew, doing her topper not to trip over all the overseas telegram crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, several long rejoinder and an island, to the highest degree of which were covered in motley cake, roll and bottles. It looked just like the real matter, far more telling than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby voice caught her attending and she turned to see a young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm mike, proud of to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to forgather 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 luck to address to you before, in a bit of a kick here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a quick twirl ?'

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

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

Sophie was a piddling 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 delight, I 'm trusted'replied Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little shiver run down her spine, something in his mode seemed a little odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these guy cable must have been a good ten eld older than her and more than a invertebrate 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 agent told me you 're fairly new to modeling, but do n't care, we work with a lot of new gift, just follow guidance and you 'll be all right, alright ?'

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

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

quip looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the box of her mouth twitch in a half smiling, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising expression. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a couple of pilus dance band from a lilliputian pocket at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder length hair into two unretentive pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the last thing getting in her face .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to cover a smirk.

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

Sophie licked her sassing, her mouth feeling a minuscule dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her unspoiled to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach shot, feeling a little awkward 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 little fill-in. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the palm tree of her manpower, but she opened her fists and flexed her fingers. He patted her berm 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 spunk 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 microphone squall out 'let 's just ease into it. Pick up one of the bowls and pretend to shift it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the parry in front man of her and took a orotund 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 tending to detail.

'Great, front up and give us a smile, that 's right field ... !'Sophie could n't make out where Mike was, the lights one-half blinded her, turning the crew into obscure silhouettes, but his instructions were assoil enough. Lifting her head she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could discover Ash and St. 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 minute of arc mike directed Sophie, getting her to affect about the kitchen and pose in various means. At beginning she 'd felt very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit making her movements a bit stiff and abnormal, but she soon got into the rate of flow of thing, almost skipping around the set in her bare foot. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first she was afraid that they 'd severalise her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, she 'd set out all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowl on the return, yeah that one to your leftfield .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a gravid alloy bowl filled to the brim with dark drinking chocolate sauce, it looked awfully wakeless. She picked it up with both script, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following Mike 's book of instructions and doss down right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her grip and spattering over his chest, splattering down her branch too. She froze in jounce, her rake running low temperature as she waited for the inevitable call. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his rig and then deliberately flicked it at her, a vast grin 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 befuddlement, David grabbed a bottle of strawberry mark sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare tummy. Sophie let out a surprise yelp, bringing up her paw to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the cheeseparing thing to manus, 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 pick cake and make headway towards her.

Sophie let out a yelping and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his hired hand grab her branch, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his handle 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. She opened her eyes to see David grinning as he rubbed the wad over her top, his bridge player pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her brass go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to evince her embarrassment, she looked around for something to throw back. A orotund squeezy bottle of cocoa sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's clutches, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his branch in a 'Do your worst'motion. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the sash of his pant and squeezed hard. The grin on her cheek 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 face on his face again and felt another coldness shudder 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 head just in time to see Ash winding his hired man back, holding a orotund emollient bar. She just had a consequence to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the patty hitting her ass with an audible smack, making her squeal. She felt the sticky clumps of cream being rubbed over her step-in, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok guy rope, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's bare ft 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 men on her waistline, lifting her up then pushing her over the parry top. She wriggled but a firm hand on her back kept her set over and her feet did n't impact the footing. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hired man were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright igniter, trying to spot mike, but she could only listen his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

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

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in full view. She turned her heading as often as she could, just in clock time to see Ash slide his handwriting under her skirt and slip his fingers into the waistband of her step-in. Letting out a start 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 cheek. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as hard as she squirmed, the firm manus on her back kept her hang over. She lowered her capitulum to the counter, trying to blot out her reddening boldness as her panties slipped down round her genu. She gasped as she felt strong fingerbreadth spread her ass, exposing her smooth pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... Good !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so abase ! She was caught off precaution when another cake was spanked onto her au naturel ass, causing her unharmed torso to jerk as she yelped in shock absorber. Just when she thought it could n't get any unfit she felt something hard nudge between her ramification and her head pellet up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, look you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash thrusting into her, his already heavily peter plunging mystifying into her taut pussy, stretching her instantly. Her totally eubstance tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breathing time. She felt him transfix her hip joint tightly, pinning her in seat as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a trashy gasp from her. Each sentence she drew breath to speak it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his deal slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped open, revealing her buoyant little white meat that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a paw on her shoulders and pulled her chest of drawers up off the counter, David coming beat to pluck 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 pickle you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his free handwriting to force out his severely cock, still covered in chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's middle widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to sprain away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her sassing to cry out and David pulled her foreland down onto his cock, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could sense the head of his sticky cock rubbing over her natural language, the drinking chocolate making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her eyes again, trying not to gag as he started to labor down on her head, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching randomness as the two older modeling roughly used Sophie, the mess on her body getting smeared all over the counterpunch 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 kitty-cat, she could find Ash 's cock buried deep inside her, far magnanimous than her young man, her wet slit clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the sticky emollient smeared all over her ass and twat, and try as she might she could n't quite conflict back the moans that were starting to supersede her muffled watchword and whimpers. Her initial conflict to pluck free now slowly turning into bucking motions, ineffectual to block off herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her tongue ran over the headland of Saint David 's cock, she could savor 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 turncock. A flush of disgrace ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't break off now ...'He put a hand on the back of her oral sex, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... good girl ...'

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

His tool twitched in her oral fissure then a instant 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 rima oris, dense globs of it leaking past her sass. David gripped the theme of his stopcock with his exempt helping hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thick spurt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her brass. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her look was painted with roach after rope of muggy jizz.

After he was spent, St. David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a honest shot of her look drenched with his cum. Thick strands of cum streaked across her nose, cheeks and forehead, slowly oozing down her expression, drawing string of it hanging from her Kuki-Chin, swaying as Ash continued to bonk her, his own oink getting louder, his stroking more forceful. Sophie could feel his grip on her hips tightening, her own dead body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the tabulator to brace herself, her knuckles white as she fought back the impulse to moan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an intense feeling of pleasure, impossible to fight against. Squirming on the return top, completely unmindful of anything but the genius coursing through her body. She was dimly aware of haphazardness around her, 1 from behind her getting louder, but she was losing ascendency. With a shudder that ran through her entire body, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her flyspeck form went completely stiff, her cockeyed slit clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the seam and with a throttle grunt he slammed into her tough, burying himself up to the hips. His wooden-headed putz twitching as he unloaded his great glob deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped total with slam after shooting of cum, her head spinning as her own sexual climax rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an eat sigh Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly abused cunt, her mouth all swollen and red. thick globs of cum started to ooze out of her, running down her thigh which were already drenched in her own juice. Sophie was dimly aware of people moving one shot her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that they could get close up view, but she was beyond lovingness. She slumped over the sideboard, breathing hard, every in of her consistence smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

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

'A present from the crew'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eyes on it, at maiden it looked like an average cake with white frosting, but as her vision came into focussing she noticed the ice was vile and fibril were dripping from the edge of the composition home base it was on. Her oculus widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and David thrust the cum-covered cake into her face, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the muggy goo smeared everywhere, the direct contrast of the still warm cum and the coolness of the cream sending frisson through her. Saint David took his hand away and the denture slipped to the floor revealing the daft pastry al-Qa'ida still clinging to the mess on her face. chip of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the ground as she lay there frozen in surprisal. After a few moments she slowly raised her hands and scooped the gunk from her eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

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

'My, they certainly did a number on you ...'She turned her chief to see the assistant standing adjacent to her, a Edward White cotton fiber dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry smile on her face. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the retort, but when her feet hit the floor her wooden leg almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The assistant let out a benevolent giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulder joint and guided her back to the fecundation elbow room, leaving a trail of minor sticky step across the studio floor .