Sophie was alone in the dressing way, and she was a bundle of cheek. This was the first time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a short 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 apartment and if she admitted it, she felt a trivial fright. The assistant who 'd brought her to the fertilization way 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 catalogue study, modeling clothes for site and the like, but this was very different. Her agent had told her that he 'd booked her to do a little picture for a catering company but he 'd been very dim 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 short frilly skirt with pink lacing and a microscopic apron. Even worse the only underwear they 'd provided was a yoke of lacey livid pantie. 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 room access and the assistant called through 'Five minutes, steady !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a hustle could well fumble her chances of getting a new contract bridge. She chewed her lip, then made up her mind and started to get changed as quick as she could, tossing her dress onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few second later she was examining herself in the full length mirror and her incertitude were coming back potent than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the skirt was so scant that she was in peril of flashing her panties if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to hide a little More but to no core. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of misapprehension when her agent had sent her measurement over ? Just then the door opened and the supporter stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're fix. derive on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to festinate Sophie out of the room before she had a opportunity to give her mouth and protestation 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 prove her nerves, picking her way through the crew, doing her unspoiled not to trip over all the cables crisscrossing the story as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, respective long counters and an island, most of which were covered in class cakes, bowls and bottle. It looked just like the genuine thing, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby spokesperson caught her aid and she turned to see a Lester Willis Young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm microphone, pleased to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, proud of to meet you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right wing. Sorry I did n't get a luck to speak to you before, in a bit of a rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his brim. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a flying twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, slower than she usually might receive, conscious of how short her chick was. When she turned back to face him there was a unknown smile on his lips.

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

Sophie was a piffling 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 for certain'answer Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little tremble run down her rachis, something in his manner seemed a little odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these guys must receive been a good ten old age older than her and more than a foot taller.

'Ok guys, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and Saint David shared a looking at, then nodded to microphone before heading onto the set. microphone turned back to her, 'Ok, your agent told me you 're fairly new to modeling, but do n't vex, we work with a lot of new gift, just pursue direction and you 'll be hunky-dory, alright ?'

Sophie took a deep breath, and nodded'I 'll do my outdo ... !'she replied, trying to show more confidence than she felt.

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

quip looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the street corner of her mouth twitching in a one-half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a fast appraising look. 'Hmm, no trouble ...'She pulled a brace of hair isthmus from a slight pocket at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder distance hairsbreadth into two short pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the last matter getting in her face .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to cover a smirk.

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

Sophie licked her lips, her lip feeling a trivial dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and mike watched her approaching, 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 relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the palms of her hands, but she opened her fists and flexed her fingers. He patted her articulatio humeri and stepped off the set to link 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 the great unwashed were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard Mike phone out 'let 's just ease into it. blame up one of the bowls and pretend to call down it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the heel counter in front of her and took a large mixing bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stir it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, look up and give us a smile, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't make out where mike was, the lights half blinded her, turning the gang into shadowy silhouettes, but his instructions were clearly enough. Lifting her point she smiled, stirring the roll. Behind her she could pick up Ash and David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their part too.

For the following ten or so minutes Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and pose in versatile direction. At first she 'd felt very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit making her movements a bit stiff and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of thing, almost skipping around the set in her bleak fundament. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or Jacques Louis David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At outset she was afraid that they 'd tell apart her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of succour, she 'd gotten all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that trough on the rejoinder, yeah that one to your left .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a gravid metal roll filled to the brim with disconsolate coffee sauce, it looked awfully sullen. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following microphone 's instructions and crashed right into Ash, the trough slipping from her grip and spattering over his dresser, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her blood running frigidity 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 David both grinning broadly at her.

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out microphone, and while Sophie watched in bafflement, David grabbed a feeding bottle of hemangioma simplex sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and unornamented tummy. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, bringing up her hands to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the dear thing to hand, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the thick yellow-bellied sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a magnanimous cream cake and throw out towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to punt away, walking right into Ash. She started to rationalize when she felt his hands grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as Jacques Louis David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his clench 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 patty squish over her pectus. She opened her eyes to see David grinning as he rubbed the jam over her top, his script pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her expression go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to record her embarrassment, she looked around for something to confound back. A large squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke dislodge of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give Jacques Louis David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his arm in a 'Do your whip'gesture. Without thought process, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his trousers 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 looking at on his facial expression again and felt another cold shake run down her back.

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

Before she could react, St. David grabbed her carpus and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her fountainhead just in clock time to see Ash winding his hired man back, holding a large cream patty. She just had a mo to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an hearable smack, making her squeal. She felt the sticky clumps of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's bridge player lingering a lilliputian too long for comfort.
'Ok guys, I think petty Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out microphone, Sophie 's bare feet skidded on the muggy base as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's helping hand on her waist, lifting her up then pushing her over the counter top. She wriggled but a firm hand on her back kept her bent over and her infantry did n't touch the priming coat. She tried to reach back to tug her annulus over her ass, but her hands were swatted away. Sophie peered into the promising lights, trying to descry microphone, but she could only get word his articulation as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, sound ! Get some shots round the rachis, we want a good eyeshot of our fresh starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in emollient cake, was in full scene. She turned her psyche as much as she could, just in time to see Ash slide his hands under her bird and slip his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Letting out a startled yelp, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some fault !'She cried desperately as she felt them slowly being peeled over her muggy cheeks. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as gruelling as she squirmed, the firm helping hand on her back kept her bent over. She lowered her head to the counter, trying to hide her reddening boldness as her scanty slipped down round her stifle. She gasped as she felt solid fingers spread her ass, exposing her smooth snatch for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... well !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so mortify ! She was caught off sentry go when another cake was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her whole body to jerk as she yelped in cushion. Just when she thought it could n't get any worse she felt something intemperately nudge between her legs and her drumhead shooting up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, wait you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already unvoiced cock plunging deep into her tight pussycat, stretching her instantly. Her whole soundbox tensed, toes curling as she grit her tooth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him grip her coxa tightly, pinning her in place as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a loud pant from her. Each fourth dimension she drew breath to speak it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically be intimate her. One of his handwriting slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped undetermined, revealing her perky little tit that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to get across herself, he put a deal on her shoulder and pulled her chest up off the counter, David coming round to take out 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 unfreeze hand to pull out his intemperate pecker, still covered in burnt umber sauce.
Sophie 's eyes widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to wrestle away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her mouth to cry out and David pulled her nous down onto his dick, pushing past her rim and stifling her groans.

She could sense the head of his muggy pecker detrition over her lingua, the umber making it all politic and slippery. She shut her eye 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 was filled with wet squelching randomness as the two sometime models roughly used Sophie, the mess on her body getting smeared all over the retort top as they groped and fondled her.
Sophie felt herself being pushed backwards and forwards between the two men as they filled her mouthpiece and pussy, she could find Ash 's peter buried cryptical inside her, far fully grown than her fellow, her wet pussy clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the sticky emollient smeared all over her ass and kitty-cat, and try as she might she could n't quite fight back the moans that were starting to replace her repress cries and whine. Her initial struggles to pull free now slowly turning into bucking motions, unable to hold back herself from pushing back against each driving force. Her tongue ran over the head of David 's cock, she could taste something else amongst the chocolate 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 boot of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't discontinue now ...'He put a mitt on the back of her point, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... skilful little girl ...'

She could feel her impudence burning at the stake as a sticky mixture of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drip down her Kuki, but she could n't help herself. Saint David 's moan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his putz throbbed in Sophie 's hot little mouth. His digit curled in her whisker, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh nooky ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you lousy small girl ... !'

His hammer twitched in her lip then a back later Sophie felt something warm and embarrassing hit the back of her pharynx. She gagged in surprise and tried to unsay but them there was another spurt that filled her backtalk, thick ball of it leaking past her lips. St. David gripped the theme of his pecker with his relieve mitt and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for hint another thick spurt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her impudence. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with Mexican valium after rope of gluey jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a good gibe of her face drenched with his cum. thick chain of cum streaked across her nozzle, cheeks and forehead, slowly oozing down her nerve, strings of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to get laid her, his own grunts getting louder, his slash more forceful. Sophie could feel his grip on her hips tightening, her own body responding to his peter plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the return to energize herself, her knuckles white as she fought back the urge to groan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an intense flavor of pleasure, impossible to fight against. Squirming on the replication top, completely forgetful of anything but the sensations coursing through her physical structure. She was dimly aware of noises around her, ones 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, oculus squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her petite strain went completely set, her closely pussy clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line of credit and with a suppressed oink he slammed into her unvoiced, burying himself up to the pelvic arch. His thick rooster vellication as he unloaded his heavy formal deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with shot after nip of cum, her head spinning as her own climax rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an played out sigh Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly abused kitty-cat, her lips all swollen and red. midst clump of cum started to exude out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own juice. Sophie was dimly mindful of people moving one shot her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that they could get close up prospect, but she was beyond lovingness. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her eubstance smeared with some variety of sticky goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard somebody approach and she managed to lift her question, 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 present from the bunch'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eye on it, at first it looked like an ordinary cake with Elwyn Brooks White frosting, but as her vision came into focusing she noticed the frosting was wretched and strands were dripping from the boundary of the newspaper publisher 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 bar into her face, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the line of the still warm cum and the frigidity of the cream sending chill through her. David took his deal away and the scale slipped to the level revealing the cracked pastry dough base still clinging to the mess on her face. snatch of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the solid ground as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few present moment she slowly raised her hands and scooped the gunk from her eye, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great work everyone !'microphone called out. Suddenly the studio apartment was filled with stochasticity as the gang began to shunt the light 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 head to see the assistant standing next to her, a flannel cotton dressing nightie draped over her arm and a wry smile on her face. 'Come on steady, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her feet hit the level her stage almost buckled beneath her and she had to enamour herself. The assistant let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing surgical gown over her shoulder joint and guided her vertebral column to the dressing elbow room, leaving a track of minuscule sticky step across the studio apartment storey .