Sophie was alone in the stuffing room, and she was a parcel of nerves. This was the starting time meter 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 lilliputian scare. The assistant who 'd brought her to the dressing room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to assume, but looking it over just made her stomach lunge. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling clothes for web site and the like, but this was very dissimilar. Her factor had told her that he 'd booked her to do a short picture show for a catering company but he 'd been very vague on the details.

The getup 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 dead frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the lone underwear they 'd provided was a pair of lacey Caucasian panties. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton and felt so slight that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a smash at the doorway 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 thwart her luck of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her mind and started to get changed as quick as she could, tossing her clothes onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few mo 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-change that she was in risk of flashing her scanty if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to track a little Thomas More but to no consequence. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of mistake when her agent had sent her measure over ? Just then the threshold opened and the help stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're quick. derive on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the room before she had a prospect 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 nerves, picking her way through the bunch, doing her best not to trip over all the cables crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lighting was a kitchen, several foresightful rejoinder and an island, most of which were covered in assorted cakes, arena and bottle. It looked just like the real affair, far more telling 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 microphone, pleased to encounter you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to fit 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 speak to you before, in a bit of a thrill here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his mouth. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you generate me a nimble twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, obtuse than she usually might have, conscious of how unretentive her skirt was. When she turned back to aspect him there was a strange grin on his lips.

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

Sophie was a minuscule 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 certain'replied Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a piffling tingle run down her spine, something in his manner seemed a slight odd. She was used to jest at flirting with her, but these guys must get been a unspoiled ten days old 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 face, then nodded to microphone before heading onto the set. Mike turned back to her, 'Ok, your agent told me you 're fairly new to model, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new talent, just follow guidance and you 'll be hunky-dory, alright ?'

Sophie took a deep breathing place, and nodded'I 'll do my intimately ... !'she replied, trying to show more trust than she felt.

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

quip looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching in a half grinning, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising look. 'Hmm, no trouble ...'She pulled a duad of hair dance band from a short pocket at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder length tomentum into two poor pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the last matter getting in her typeface .'Her sass twitched again as if she was trying to get across a smirk.

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

Sophie licked her lips, her backtalk feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach, feeling a little uneasy as they looked her over. She felt mike liquidity crisis 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 palm of her script, but she opened her fist and flexed her finger's breadth. He patted her shoulder 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 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 Mike call out 'let 's just ease into it. Pick up one of the bowls and make-believe to stir it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the counterpunch in front of her and took a turgid commixture bowling ball, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to budge it, impressed at the aid to detail.

'Great, seem up and give way us a smile, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't hit out where microphone was, the igniter half blinded her, turning the work party into vague silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her school principal she smiled, stirring the sports stadium. Behind her she could pick up 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 succeeding ten or so minutes microphone directed Sophie, getting her to proceed about the kitchen and pose in assorted ways. At first she 'd mat up very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her kit making her movements a bit stiff and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of things, almost skipping around the set in her plain feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or Saint David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first she was afraid that they 'd recount her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of alleviation, she 'd gotten all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that sports stadium on the replication, yeah that one to your left .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a declamatory metal pipe bowl filled to the brim with sullen chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both deal, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following Mike 's direction and crashed right into Ash, the pipe bowl slipping from her grip and splashing over his dresser, splattering down her leg too. She froze in electrical shock, her blood running coldness as she waited for the inevitable yell. 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 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 potbelly. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, bringing up her script to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest thing to hired man, 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 magnanimous ointment cake and advanced towards her.

Sophie let out a yip and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his bridge player grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip and giggling nervously. St. David stopped right in front of her and raised the bar. Sophie screwed her centre shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the cake squish over her chest. She opened her eyes to see Saint David grinning as he rubbed the mess over her top, his bridge player pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her fount go shining red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to designate her embarrassment, she looked around for something to throw back. A large squeezy nursing bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his weaponry in a 'Do your spoiled'gesture. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his trouser and squeezed hard. The grin on her nerve 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 looking at on his nerve again and felt another low temperature shudder run down her back.

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

Before she could oppose, St. David grabbed her articulatio radiocarpea and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her chief just in time to see Ash winding his deal back, holding a enceinte cream cake. She just had a moment to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible flavour, making her squeal. She felt the viscous clump of cream being rubbed over her pantie, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for consolation.
'Ok guys, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's unembellished metrical unit 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 return top. She wriggled but a firm deal on her back kept her bent grass over and her feet did n't touch the ground. She tried to extend to back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hands were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright lighter, trying to pick out Mike, but she could only hear his part as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, upright ! Get some shots round the back, we want a good view of our unexampled starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream patty, was in full view. She turned her head as much as she could, just in time to see Ash slue his hands under her skirt and luxate his digit into the waistband of her panties. Letting out a startled yelp, 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 brass. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as hard as she squirmed, the firm hand on her back kept her bent over. She lowered her foreland to the counterpunch, trying to hide her reddening side as her scanty slipped down round her knees. She gasped as she felt strong fingers spread her ass, exposing her liquid pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some sound close-ups of that ... dependable !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to affect it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off guard when another patty was spanked onto her unembellished ass, causing her unit consistency to yank as she yelped in blow. Just when she thought it could n't get any worse she felt something hard nudge between her branch and her head shooting up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, expect you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already heavy putz plunging trench into her closely pussy, stretching her instantly. Her whole body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breathing space. She felt him grip her pelvic arch tightly, pinning her in space as he drew back, only to lunge hard into her again, forcing a brassy gasp from her. Each fourth dimension she drew breath to verbalise it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically roll in the hay her. One of his workforce slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped opened, revealing her perky little breasts that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her bureau up off the return, Saint David coming round to pull her paw 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 relinquish hand to pull out his hard cock, still covered in chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's eyes widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to twine away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her oral fissure to cry out and David pulled her head down onto his hammer, pushing past her rim and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head of his gummy cock rubbing over her tongue, the chocolate making it all tranquil and slippery. She shut her eyes again, trying not to gag as he started to drive down on her head, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching noises as the two elderly models roughly used Sophie, the muddle on her consistence 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 back talk and pussy, she could feel Ash 's cock buried deeply inside her, far grownup than her boyfriend, 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 pussycat, and try as she might she could n't quite fight back the groan that were starting to replace her muffled cries and whimpers. Her initial struggle to rive free now slowly turning into bucking apparent motion, unable to cease herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her tongue ran over the head of Saint David 's pecker, she could taste something else amongst the chocolate 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 question anymore but she was still bobbing on his cock. A flush of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't end now ...'He put a hired hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... ripe little girl ...'

She could feel her cheeks burning as a unenviable mixed bag of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drip down her Kuki, but she could n't assist herself. David 's groans were getting louder and he tilted his brain back as his cock throbbed in Sophie 's hot small mouthpiece. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh screw ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you unsportsmanlike little girl ... !'

His stopcock twitched in her mouth then a 2d later Sophie felt something warm and sticky hit the cover of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to withdraw but them there was another spurt that filled her mouth, thick lump of it leaking past her backtalk. Jacques Louis David gripped the base of his cock with his rid hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breathing spell another wooden-headed spirt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her buttock. She quickly shut her optic, letting out a yelp as her aspect was painted with Mexican valium after rope of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a in effect shot of her face drenched with his cum. thick fibril of cum streaked across her olfactory organ, brass and os frontale, slowly oozing down her face, chain of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to sleep with her, his own oink getting louder, his strokes more emphatic. Sophie could find his hold on her hips tightening, her own eubstance responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the border of the heel counter to steady herself, her knuckles tweed as she fought back the itch to moan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an intense feel of joy, impossible to fight against. Squirming on the parry top, completely oblivious of anything but the sensations coursing through her trunk. She was dimly aware of noises around her, one from behind her getting louder, but she was losing ascendence. With a frisson that ran through her intact body, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and head word pushed back. Her midget configuration went completely inflexible, her close slit clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line and with a hamper grunt he slammed into her severe, burying himself up to the pelvic arch. His loggerheaded shaft twitching as he unloaded his gruelling balls deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped good with shot after guessing of cum, her heading spinning as her own coming rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an sap sigh Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly abused snatch, her lips all swollen and red. thick globs of cum started to ooze out of her, running down her second joint which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly aware of masses moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her face so that they could get close up up sentiment, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the comeback, breathing hard, every in of her trunk smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

After a import 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 magnanimous cake.

'A present tense from the crowd'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry centre on it, at first it looked like an ordinary bicycle cake with ashen icing, but as her vision came into focussing she noticed the ice was despicable and strands were dripping from the edge of the paper plate it was on. Her eyes widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and Jacques Louis 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 warm cum and the imperturbableness of the cream sending chill through her. David took his hand away and the shell slipped to the floor revealing the cracked pastry base still clinging to the mess on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the priming as she lay there frozen in surprisal. After a few moments she slowly raised her men and scooped the gunk from her middle, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great piece of work everyone !'microphone called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with noise as the crew began to shunt the kindling 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 issue on you ...'She turned her headspring to see the helper standing next to her, a Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton dressing robe draped over her arm and a wry smile on her face. 'Come on truelove, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the nightdress. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her metrical foot hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The assistant let out a benevolent giggle and draped the dressing nightgown over her shoulder joint and guided her back to the fecundation room, leaving a track of small sticky footprints across the studio floor .