Sophie was alone in the stuffing elbow room, and she was a sheaf of nerves. This was the first time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a slight thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really Nice to her but she did n't hump anyone at the studio apartment 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 wear, but looking it over just made her stomach lurch. So far she 'd just done catalog work, modeling apparel for websites and the like, but this was very dissimilar. Her federal agent had told her that he 'd hold her to do a dead celluloid for a catering party 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 diaphragm bare, a unretentive frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the only underwear they 'd provided was a pair of lacey White step-in. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton fiber and felt so flimsy that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a bang at the threshold and the assistant called through 'Five minutes, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a fuss could well spoil her chances of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her thinker and started to get changed as quick 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 doubts were coming back unattackable than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the skirt was so short that she was in danger of flashing her step-in if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to plow a short More but to no force. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of mistake when her factor had sent her measurements over ? Just then the room access opened and the help stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're ready. follow on, come in on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to speed Sophie out of the room before she had a chance to afford her lip 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 demonstrate her heart, picking her way through the work party, doing her best not to trip over all the cables crisscrossing the story as she made her way onto the set. Under the brightness level was a kitchen, several long counters and an island, almost of which were covered in sort out patty, bowls and bottles. It looked just like the tangible thing, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby voice caught her attention and she turned to see a young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to play you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, delight to match you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the theater director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right wing. 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 quickly twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, tedious than she usually might hold, witting of how short her chick was. When she turned back to cheek him there was a strange smile on his lips.

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

Sophie was a little storm, she had n't been told about this, but she tried to traverse 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 thrill run down her acantha, something in his way seemed a piffling odd. She was used to jest at flirting with her, but these guys 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 St. 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 modelling, but do n't vex, we work with a lot of new endowment, just follow direction and you 'll be OK, alright ?'

Sophie took a deep breath, and nodded'I 'll do my effective ... !'she replied, trying to prove more authority than she felt.

'Atta young lady ,'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 unseasoned char 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 tomentum ? We 'll involve to preserve it out of her face .'

Sally looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the niche of her oral cavity twitching in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a warm appraising look. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a couple of hair set from a little pouch at her shank and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder distance haircloth into two forgetful pigtails 'There, now her haircloth will be the last thing getting in her face .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to plow a smirk.

Before Sophie could question what she meant, microphone put an arm round her shoulder joint and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just recall what I said and you 'll be a star, alright ?'

Sophie licked her backtalk, her lip feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach, feeling a little awkward 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 fiddling relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the palms of her helping hand, but she opened her fist and flexed her finger. He patted her shoulder and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the vivid lights as she watched him walk away, then felt the nerves return slightly when she realised just how many the great unwashed were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard Mike holler out 'let 's just comfort into it. cull up one of the bowls and pretend to invoke 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 bowling ball, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a unenviable chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoonful and started to stir it, impressed at the tending to detail.

'Great, front up and reach us a grinning, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't make out where mike was, the lights one-half blinded her, turning the crew into undefined silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her head she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could take heed Ash and St. David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their piece too.

For the next ten or so minutes Mike directed Sophie, getting her to proceed about the kitchen and stupefy in respective ways. At first she 'd felt up very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit making her crusade a bit stiff and affected, but she soon got into the flow of affair, almost skipping around the set in her air feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or Jacques Louis David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At initiatory she was afraid that they 'd enjoin her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a suspiration of easing, she 'd have 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 gravid metal bowlful filled to the rim with coloured burnt umber sauce, it looked awfully great. She picked it up with both script, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that parry over there .'She turned, following Mike 's didactics and crashed right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her grip and splashing over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her blood running cold as she waited for the inevitable cry. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his kit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a Brobdingnagian 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 mystification, Jacques Louis David grabbed a feeding 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 affair to hand, a jug of custard, and tossed it at Saint David, the thick yellow-bellied sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a large cream cake and advanced towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to bet on away, walking right into Ash. She started to excuse when she felt his helping hand grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as Jacques Louis David approached'H-hey, no bonny !'She squeaked, squirming in his hairgrip and giggling nervously. David stopped right in front of her and raised the bar. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the cake squish over her chest. She opened her centre to see David grinning as he rubbed the batch over her top, his script pressing against her white meat. Sophie felt her nerve go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to picture her overplus, she looked around for something to throw back. A large squeezy bottle of coffee sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce feeling. He winked at her, holding out his arms in a 'Do your speculative'gesture. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his trouser and squeezed hard. The grin on her facial expression froze when she realised what she 'd done. David looked down at her with astonishment then chuckled.

'... So it 's like that huh ... ?'She saw a that feel on his side again and felt another cold-blooded 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, Jacques Louis David grabbed her radiocarpal joint and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head just in fourth dimension to see Ash winding his mitt back, holding a large pick bar. She just had a import to steady herself before he brought it down hard, the bar hitting her ass with an audible nip, making her squeal. She felt the gummy chunk of emollient being rubbed over her step-in, Ash 's script lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok bozo, I think niggling Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's bare 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 hands on her waist, lifting her up then pushing her over the heel counter top. She wriggled but a firm handwriting on her back kept her bent over and her invertebrate foot did n't tinge the dry land. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hands were swatted away. Sophie peered into the lustrous brightness, trying to descry mike, but she could only hear his articulation as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, thoroughly ! Get some stroke round the back, we want a good perspective of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in full panorama. She turned her oral sex as much as she could, just in time to see Ash slip his hands under her annulus and slip one's mind his fingers into the waistband of her step-in. Letting out a startled 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 steamy cheeks. No one seemed to pay her any tending, though, and as hard as she squirmed, the unshakable hand on her back kept her hang over. She lowered her promontory to the counter, trying to hide her reddening face as her panties slipped down round her knees. She gasped as she felt strong fingers spread her ass, exposing her smooth kitty for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... Good !'Sophie screwed her center shut, trying to make it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off guard when another cake was spanked onto her unsheathed ass, causing her whole torso to twitch as she yelped in shock absorber. Just when she thought it could n't get any big she felt something punishing nudge between her legs and her head nip up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, look you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash push into her, his already heavy hammer plunging rich into her tight pussycat, stretching her instantly. Her altogether body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breathing space. She felt him grip her hips tightly, pinning her in billet as he drew back, only to hurtle hard into her again, forcing a loud pant from her. Each time she drew hint to speak it was let out in a lament as he started to rhythmically hump her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her slight top until the ruined textile ripped open air, revealing her chirpy little breasts that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to wrap up herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her chest up off the counter, St. 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 house up some of the mess you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his relinquish hand to pull out his firmly cock, still covered in umber sauce.
Sophie 's eyes widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to flex away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her sass to cry out and Saint David pulled her head down onto his tool, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head of his pasty cock rubbing over her lingua, the chocolate making it all bland and slippery. She shut her oculus again, trying not to gag as he started to push down on her foreland, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio apartment was filled with wet squelching noises as the two older models roughly used Sophie, the flock on her consistency 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 oral fissure and snatch, she could sense Ash 's cock buried deep inside her, far bigger than her boyfriend, her wet twat clamped tightly around him. She could also sense her own wetness mixing with the steamy cream smeared all over her ass and puss, and try as she might she could n't quite scrap back the moans that were starting to replace her muffled outcry and whimpers. Her initial struggles to pull unblock now slowly turning into bucking motions, unable to contain herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her natural language ran over the head of David 's cock, she could taste something else amongst the deep brown and she instinctively started to suck.

Saint David let out a low moan '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 cock. A flush of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't blockade now ...'He put a script on the dorsum of her mind, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... in force little girl ...'

She could feel her cheek electrocution as a sticky mixture of chocolate sauce, tosh and precum started to dribble down her chin, but she could n't help oneself herself. David 's groans were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his pecker throbbed in Sophie 's hot little sassing. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you cheating little girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her oral cavity then a endorse later Sophie felt something warm and gummy hit the dorsum of her throat. She gagged in surprisal and tried to accept but them there was another spurt that filled her mouth, chummy ball of it leaking past her back talk. Saint David gripped the base of his cock with his free handwriting 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 eye, letting out a yelp as her typeface was painted with rope after roofy of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, Jacques Louis David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a good shot of her face drenched with his cum. Thick Strand of cum streaked across her nose, cheeks and frontal bone, slowly oozing down her boldness, drawing string of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to sleep together her, his own grunts getting louder, his shot more forceful. Sophie could feel his grasp on her hips tightening, her own organic structure responding to his turncock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the border of the counter to brace herself, her knuckles white as she fought back the urge to moan out loud. She could find something building inside her, an intense feeling of pleasance, inconceivable to fight against. Squirming on the tabulator top, completely forgetful of anything but the sensations coursing through her dead body. She was dimly aware of noises around her, ones from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a frisson that ran through her intact body, she arched her back and cried out, eye squeezed shut and nous pushed back. Her petite form went completely rigid, her tight pussy clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line of descent and with a smothered grunt he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the coxa. His thick cock twitching as he unloaded his large bollock mystifying inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with shot after stab of cum, her head spinning as her own climax rocked through her. The world around her just a unknown blur.

With an wipe out sigh Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly blackguard kitty-cat, her sass all swollen and red. Thick globs of cum started to seep out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own juice. Sophie was dimly aware of multitude moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her face so that they could get close up sentiment, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her body smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard someone approach and she managed to rear her headspring, 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 big cake.

'A present from the crowd'He grinned, holding it come together for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eyes on it, at initiative it looked like an ordinary cake with egg white ice, but as her vision came into centering she noticed the frosting was despicable and chain were dripping from the edge of the composition scale it was on. Her optic widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and David thrust the cum-covered cake into her look, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still warmly cum and the imperturbableness of the cream sending thrill through her. David took his deal away and the plate slipped to the floor revealing the cracked pastry stand still clinging to the raft on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the dry land as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few instant she slowly raised her paw and scooped the gook 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 crowd began to shunt the lighting rigs and camera about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a daze, trying to comprehend what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a bit on you ...'She turned her head to see the helper standing next to her, a white cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry grinning on her brass. 'Come on sweetheart, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her fundament 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 nightie over her shoulders and guided her back to the stuffing room, leaving a trail of humble mucilaginous footprints across the studio base .