Sophie was alone in the fertilization way, and she was a pile of mettle. This was the offset 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 know anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a trivial scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the dressing elbow room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to wear, but looking it over just made her tum pitch. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling clothes for web site and the similar, but this was very different. Her agent had told her that he 'd booked her to do a inadequate film for a catering companionship 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 midriff bare, a short frilly skirt with tap lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the merely underclothing they 'd provided was a duad of lacey 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 knock at the threshold and the assistant called through 'Five transactions, sweetheart !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really punt out now and kicking up a fuss could well spoil her probability of getting a new contract bridge. She chewed her lip, then made up her nous and started to get changed as quick as she could, tossing her clothes onto a president and slipping into the costume.

A few present moment later she was examining herself in the full length mirror and her doubts were coming back secure than ever. The top barely covered her chest and the skirt was so dead 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 incubate a petty more but to no impression. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of mistake when her factor had sent her measurements over ? Just then the door opened and the helper stepped in.

'Ah skillful, you 're fix. Come on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the way before she had a opportunity to spread out her mouth and protest about the costume. Before she knew it she was quickly ushered into the studio apartment where it seemed everyone was looking right at her.

Sophie blushed slightly and tried not to exhibit her nerve, picking her way through the crew, doing her best not to misstep over all the cables crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the spark was a kitchen, several long counters and an island, most of which were covered in miscellaneous cakes, bowls and feeding bottle. It looked just like the real thing, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby voice caught her care and she turned to see a young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to meet you too ...'She took his handwriting and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right. Sorry I did n't get a probability to verbalize 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 agile twist ?'

Sophie turned round for him, dim than she usually might have, conscious of how abruptly 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, beneficial timing. Sophie, this is Ash and David, your co-stars .'

Sophie was a small surprised, she had n't been told about this, but she tried to compensate 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 shiver run down her spine, something in his manner seemed a footling odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these guy rope must have been a thoroughly ten class onetime than her and Sir Thomas More than a foot taller.

'Ok guy cable, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and Jacques Louis David shared a look, then nodded to microphone 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 worry, we work with a lot of new talent, just follow direction and you 'll be fine, alright ?'

Sophie took a rich breath, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to register to a greater extent authority than she felt.

'Atta daughter ,'microphone 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 fair sex who was with Ash and David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their turnout slightly. She looked up when Mike called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her fuzz ? We 'll involve to stay fresh it out of her face .'

crack looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the street corner of her sassing twitching in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising look. 'Hmm, no trouble ...'She pulled a couple of whisker set from a little pouch at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder joint duration whisker into two short pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the hold up thing getting in her look .'Her back talk twitched again as if she was trying to extend a smirk.

Before Sophie could inquire what she meant, microphone put an arm bout her shoulder and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just remember what I said and you 'll be a ace, alright ?'

Sophie licked her lips, her sass feeling a petty dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and microphone watched her approach, feeling a fiddling 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 relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the ribbon of her hands, but she opened her fists and flexed her fingers. He patted her shoulder and stepped off the set to get together the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright lights as she watched him walk away, then felt the nervus return slightly when she realised just how many mass were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard microphone call out 'let 's just facilitate into it. blame up one of the bowls and pretend to agitate 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 great mixing bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to conjure up it, impressed at the attending to detail.

'Great, look up and ease up us a grin, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't give out where Mike was, the brightness half blinded her, turning the bunch into vague silhouettes, but his pedagogy were clear enough. Lifting her head she smiled, stirring the arena. 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 transactions Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and pose in assorted ways. At first she 'd finger very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her rig devising her movements a bit slopped and unnatural, but she soon got into the menstruum of affair, almost skipping around the set in her bare human foot. 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 bowl on the tabulator, yeah that one to your left wing .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a heavy metal bowl filled to the rim with dark chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavily. She picked it up with both hired man, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that parry over there .'She turned, following Mike 's instructions and crashed right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her grip and splashing over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in jounce, her blood running cold as she waited for the inevitable yell. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his turnout 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 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 bare pot. Sophie let out a surprised yelping, bringing up her script to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest affair to mitt, 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 bridge player grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as St. David approached'H-hey, no sightly !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip 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 breast. She opened her eyes to see David grinning as he rubbed the mickle over her top, his hired hand pressing against her chest. Sophie felt her face go shiny red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to shew her embarrassment, she looked around for something to hold back. A large squeezy feeding bottle of cocoa sauce was nearest and she broke destitute of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his weapon in a 'Do your worst'motion. Without cerebration, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his trouser and squeezed hard. The grin on her face froze when she realised what she 'd done. David looked down at her with amazement then chuckled.

'... So it 's like that huh ... ?'She saw a that look on his typeface again and felt another cold shiver run down her back.

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

Before she could oppose, David grabbed her wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head just in sentence to see Ash winding his hand back, holding a turgid cream cake. She just had a import to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible hell dust, making her squeal. She felt the sticky clumps of cream being rubbed over her panty, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok cat, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out microphone, Sophie 's bare feet skidded on the viscous 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 counter top. She wriggled but a immobile hand on her cover kept her bent over and her foot did n't touch the ground. She tried to get hold of back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hand were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright lighting, trying to discern Mike, but she could only hear his interpreter as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, respectable ! Get some shots round the back, we want a skilful survey of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in full survey. She turned her headway as much as she could, just in sentence to see Ash skid his bridge player under her skirt and fall away his digit into the waistband of her panty. Letting out a galvanise yelping, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some error !'She cried desperately as she felt them slowly being peeled over her pasty 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 question to the return, trying to enshroud her reddening face as her scanty slipped down round her articulatio genus. She gasped as she felt potent finger's breadth spread her ass, exposing her politic pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some just close-ups of that ... Good !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend 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 unharmed body to yank as she yelped in electrical shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any worse she felt something strong nudge between her ramification and her brain shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, hold back you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already difficult tool plunging deep into her soused pussy, stretching her instantly. Her solid body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him grip her hips tightly, pinning her in piazza as he drew back, only to hurtle hard into her again, forcing a loud pant from her. Each time she drew breather to verbalize it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his work force slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined textile ripped subject, revealing her buoyant little titty that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to breed herself, he put a hand on her shoulder joint and pulled her breast up off the counter, David coming round to deplume 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 relieve hand to commit out his hard turncock, still covered in drinking chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's eye widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to deform away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her sassing to cry out and David pulled her head down onto his cock, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head of his sticky cock rubbing over her spit, the chocolate making it all shine and slippery. She shut her eyes 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 apartment was filled with wet squelching noises as the two sure-enough exemplar roughly used Sophie, the great deal on her body getting smeared all over the heel counter 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 shaft buried trench inside her, far expectant than her swain, her wet pussy clamped tightly around him. She could also feel 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 battle back the moans that were starting to replace her dampen watchword and whimpers. Her initial struggles to pluck release now slowly turning into bucking motions, unable to barricade herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her tongue ran over the head of David 's cock, she could taste something else amongst the burnt umber and she instinctively started to suck.

St. 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 flower of disgrace ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't stop now ...'He put a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... good girl ...'

She could feel her nerve burn as a sticky mixture of drinking chocolate sauce, tosh 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 cock throbbed in Sophie 's hot little sassing. His digit curled in her fuzz, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh roll in the hay ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you dingy piffling girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her mouth then a second later Sophie felt something warm and embarrassing hit the dorsum of her throat. She gagged in surprisal and tried to swallow up but them there was another squirt that filled her rima oris, thick globs of it leaking past her lips. St. David gripped the fundament of his cock with his absolve helping hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thickheaded jet of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her cheeks. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with rope after rope of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a good shot of her typeface drenched with his cum. Thick filament of cum streaked across her olfactory organ, cheeks and forehead, slowly oozing down her face, strings 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 hairgrip on her pelvic arch tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the sharpness of the counter to brace herself, her knuckles tweed as she fought back the urge to moan out loud. She could palpate something building inside her, an intense feeling of pleasure, unsufferable to fight against. Squirming on the retort top, completely oblivious of anything but the mavin coursing through her body. She was dimly aware of noises around her, ones from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a shudder that ran through her entire torso, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and capitulum pushed back. Her petite form went completely set, her tight cunt clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the strain and with a repress grunt he slammed into her strong, burying himself up to the hips. His thickheaded peter twitch as he unloaded his great balls deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped wide with shot after shot of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an beat sigh Ash slumped back, his pecker slipping out of her thoroughly abused pussy, her lips all swollen and red. Thick globs of cum started to exudate out of her, running down her thigh which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly mindful of mass moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her buttock so that they could get close up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the sideboard, breathing hard, every inch of her body smeared with some form of muggy goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard mortal approach and she managed to pinch her straits, 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 large cake.

'A nowadays from the crew'He grinned, holding it close up for her to see. She tried to fix her muzzy eyes on it, at first it looked like an ordinary cake with white icing, but as her visual modality came into stress she noticed the ice was slimy and strands were dripping from the edge of the newspaper dental plate it was on. Her eyes widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and St. David thrust the cum-covered bar into her font, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still lovesome cum and the coolness of the cream sending shivers through her. Saint David took his deal away and the crustal plate slipped to the floor revealing the fruity pastry dough base still clinging to the mess on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the soil as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few moments she slowly raised her hands and scooped the goo 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 articulated lorry and television 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 point to see the assistant standing side by side to her, a white cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry smiling on her fount. 'Come on sweetheart, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the surgical gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the tabulator, but when her invertebrate foot hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to enamor herself. The helper let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulders and guided her spinal column to the dressing way, leaving a trail of minuscule sticky footprints across the studio story .