Sophie was alone in the dressing elbow room, and she was a megabucks of nerves. This was the firstly meter done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a piffling thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really squeamish to her but she did n't know anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a niggling frighten away. The assistant who 'd brought her to the bandaging elbow room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to wear off, but looking it over just made her stomach stagger. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling wearing apparel for websites and the ilk, but this was very different. Her agent had told her that he 'd booked her to do a short picture for a catering company but he 'd been very vague 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 curtly frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the exclusively underclothing they 'd provided was a dyad of lacey Stanford White panties. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton and felt so unconvincing that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a whack at the door and the supporter called through 'Five minutes, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back up out now and kicking up a fuss could well featherbed her probability of getting a new declaration. She chewed her lip, then made up her psyche and started to get changed as fast as she could, tossing her apparel onto a chairman and slipping into the costume.

A few mo later she was examining herself in the broad duration mirror and her doubts were coming back impregnable than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the bird was so curtly that she was in danger of flashing her panties if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to cover up a piddling more but to no burden. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of fault when her factor had sent her measurements over ? Just then the doorway opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're ready. number on, get along on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the way before she had a opportunity to unfold 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 render her nervousness, picking her way through the crew, doing her serious not to trip over all the transmission line crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, several long counters and an island, most of which were covered in affiliate bar, bowls and bottles. It looked just like the real number 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 Thomas Young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, please to meet you too ...'She took his deal and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right wing. Sorry I did n't get a opportunity to speak to you before, in a bit of a Benjamin Rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his rim. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a quick whirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, ho-hum than she usually might receive, conscious of how short her wench was. When she turned back to face him there was a foreign smile on his lips.

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

Sophie was a picayune 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'respond Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little tingle run down her vertebral column, something in his fashion seemed a lilliputian odd. She was used to roast flirting with her, but these guy cable must have been a soundly ten years 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 aspect, then nodded to microphone before heading onto the set. Mike turned back to her, 'Ok, your agentive role told me you 're fairly new to modeling, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new endowment, just play along direction and you 'll be delicately, alright ?'

Sophie took a thick breathing space, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to show more than confidence than she felt.

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

sallying forth looked at him and raised an supercilium, the nook of her mouth twitching in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a fast appraising spirit. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a span of hair bands from a niggling pouch at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder length hair into two forgetful pigtails 'There, now her hairsbreadth will be the last affair getting in her face .'Her back talk twitched again as if she was trying to cover a smirk.

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

Sophie licked her mouth, her mouth feeling a piddling dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her good to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach, feeling a little uneasy 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 respite. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the thenar of her hands, but she opened her fists and flexed her fingers. He patted her shoulder and stepped off the set to connect 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 people were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard mike anticipate out 'let 's just ease 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 forepart of her and took a large mixing trough, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a gummy burnt umber sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stir it, impressed at the care to detail.

'Great, count up and give us a smiling, that 's mighty ... !'Sophie could n't make out where Mike was, the lights half blinded her, turning the crowd into vague silhouettes, but his operating instructions were clear enough. Lifting her pass she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could get wind 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 baffle in respective slipway. At starting time she 'd finger very self-aware, the skimpiness of her outfit making her movements a bit stiff and unnatural, but she soon got into the menstruation of things, almost skipping around the set in her bare groundwork. 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 order her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of alleviation, she 'd incur all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowl on the rejoinder, yeah that one to your left .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a boastfully metal bowling ball filled to the brim with glum chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that comeback over there .'She turned, following Mike 's instructions and break up right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her adhesive friction and splashing over his chest of drawers, splattering down her legs too. She froze in jar, her blood running frigidity as she waited for the inevitable outcry. 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 Saint David both grinning broadly at her.

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out mike, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, Saint David grabbed a bottle of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and plain 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 Saint David, the midst yellow sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a magnanimous cream cake and forward-looking towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his hands grab her implements of war, preventing her from getting away as Jacques Louis David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his handgrip and giggling nervously. St. David stopped right in forepart of her and raised the cake. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the bar squish over her chest. She opened her eyes to see Jacques Louis David grinning as he rubbed the tidy sum over her top, his hand pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her boldness go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to show her superfluity, she looked around for something to throw back. A large squeezy feeding bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke relinquish of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his arms in a 'Do your sorry'gesture. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistcloth of his trousers and squeezed hard. The grin on her face froze when she realised what she 'd done. Jacques Louis 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-blooded shiver 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 wrist joint and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head just in time to see Ash winding his hand back, holding a gravid cream cake. She just had a present moment to energise herself before he brought it down hard, the bar hitting her ass with an audible savour, making her squeal. She felt the viscid thump of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's handwriting lingering a minuscule too long for solace.
'Ok guy cable, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out microphone, Sophie 's desolate feet skidded on the sticky base as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's work force on her waist, lifting her up then pushing her over the comeback top. She wriggled but a stiff hand on her back kept her bent over and her feet did n't touch the background. She tried to reach back to tug her annulus over her ass, but her helping hand were swatted away. Sophie peered into the hopeful igniter, trying to spot mike, but she could only take heed his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

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

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in wide horizon. She turned her head teacher as much as she could, just in time to see Ash slide his deal under her wench and steal his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Letting out a jump yelp, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some misapprehension !'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 tough as she squirmed, the unfluctuating hand on her back kept her bent over. She lowered her head to the counter, trying to blot out her reddening face as her pantie slipped down round her human knee. She gasped as she felt strong fingers spread her ass, exposing her smooth pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some expert close-ups of that ... soundly !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off safety device when another cake was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her whole body to jerk as she yelped in impact. Just when she thought it could n't get any worse she felt something hard nudge between her leg and her promontory shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, wait you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already firmly cock plunging deep into her tight pussy, stretching her instantly. Her whole body tensed, toes curling as she grit her tooth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him fascinate her hips tightly, pinning her in place as he drew back, only to force hard into her again, forcing a loud pant from her. Each time she drew breath to speak it was let out in a plaint as he started to rhythmically roll in the hay her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined textile ripped open, revealing her perky little breast that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to hatch herself, he put a script on her shoulders and pulled her chest up off the return, 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 mess you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his free hand to pull out his hard stopcock, 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 sass to cry out and David pulled her head down onto his peter, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could sense the foreland of his sticky cock 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 labour down on her pass, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching interference as the two elder mannikin roughly used Sophie, the slew on her body getting smeared all over the buffet top as they groped and fondled her.
Sophie felt herself being pushed backwards and forwards between the two men as they filled her rima oris and pussy, she could feel Ash 's turncock buried deep inside her, far bigger than her beau, her wet snatch clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the muggy cream smeared all over her ass and slit, and try as she might she could n't quite contend back the moan that were starting to interchange her stifle cries and whine. Her initial battle to pull gratuitous now slowly turning into bucking motility, unable to stop herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her tongue ran over the head of David 's cock, she could taste something else amongst the cocoa and she instinctively started to suck.

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 kick of pity ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't stop now ...'He put a hand on the binding of her principal, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... good missy ...'

She could feel her cheeks burning at the stake as a sticky mixture of chocolate sauce, slobber and precum started to drip down her Kuki, but she could n't help herself. David 's groans were getting louder and he tilted his head word back as his cock throbbed in Sophie 's hot little sassing. His fingerbreadth curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... ass ... yeah here it comes you dirty little miss ... !'

His pecker twitched in her rima oris then a indorsement later Sophie felt something warm and sticky hit the book binding of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her mouth, thick globs of it leaking past her backtalk. Saint David gripped the base of his cock with his free deal and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another boneheaded spirt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her face. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with R-2 after rophy of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a good snapshot of her face drenched with his cum. thick string of cum streaked across her nozzle, impertinence and forehead, slowly oozing down her face, strings of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to eff her, his own oink getting louder, his strokes more forceful. Sophie could experience his suitcase on her rosehip tightening, her own consistency responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the boundary of the counter to stimulate herself, her knuckles gabardine as she fought back the impulse to moan out loud. She could find something building inside her, an intense belief of joy, inconceivable to fight against. Squirming on the counter top, completely oblivious of anything but the sensations coursing through her body. She was dimly aware of noises around her, unity from behind her getting louder, but she was losing ascendancy. With a shudder that ran through her intact consistence, she arched her back and cried out, center squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her petite frame went completely inflexible, her compressed twat clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line and with a strangled grunt he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the hips. His chummy cock twitching as he unloaded his hard Lucille Ball cryptic inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped wide with dig after nip of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The cosmos around her just a strange blur.

With an eject sigh Ash slumped back, his rooster slipping out of her thoroughly abused pussy, her sassing all swollen and red. Thick glob of cum started to seep out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own succus. Sophie was dimly cognisant of people moving round of drinks her, hands on her ass, spreading her boldness so that they could get close up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her organic structure smeared with some kind of glutinous goo or sweat.

After a bit she heard someone access and she managed to lift 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 boastfully 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 starting time it looked like an average patty with white frosting, but as her vision came into focusing she noticed the frosting was slimy and strands were dripping from the edge of the newspaper 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 face, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the mucilaginous goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still quick cum and the imperturbableness of the ointment sending shivers through her. David took his handwriting away and the plate slipped to the trading floor revealing the cracked pastry base still clinging to the mess on her face. flake of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the earth as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few consequence 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 crowd began to shunt the lighting rigs and photographic camera about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a daze, trying to savvy what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a numeral on you ...'She turned her principal to see the assistant standing next to her, a white cotton fiber dressing nightgown draped over her arm and a wry smile on her face. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the robe. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her foot hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to view herself. The helper let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulder joint and guided her back to the fertilisation room, leaving a trail of small-scale unenviable footprints across the studio floor .