Sophie was alone in the medical dressing room, and she was a bundle of spunk. This was the first clock 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 prissy to her but she did n't know anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a minuscule dash. The assistant who 'd brought her to the stuffing room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to wear, but looking it over just made her stomach stagger. So far she 'd just done catalogue study, modeling dress for internet site and the like, but this was very unlike. Her agent had told her that he 'd reserve her to do a short motion-picture show 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 midriff bare, a shortstop frilly skirt with tap lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the lone underwear they 'd provided was a couplet of lacey Theodore Harold White pantie. 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 knock at the door 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 mishandle her prospect of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her nous and started to get changed as promptly as she could, tossing her clothes onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few moments later she was examining herself in the wide-cut length mirror and her dubiety were coming back firm than ever. The top barely covered her titty and the dame was so short that she was in danger of flashing her pantie if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to cover a slight Sir Thomas More but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of fault when her agent had sent her measurements over ? Just then the door opened and the help stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're ready. descend on, add up on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the room before she had a chance to open her mouth and objection 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 indicate her nerves, picking her way through the crew, doing her skilful not to stumble over all the cables crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, respective foresighted rejoinder and an island, most of which were covered in assorted cake, lawn bowling and bottleful. It looked just like the very thing, far more telling than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby part caught her attention and she turned to see a untested man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to conform to you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to meet 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 rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his sass. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you contribute me a quick twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, ho-hum than she usually might have, witting of how short her skirt was. When she turned back to side him there was a strange smiling on his lips.

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

Sophie was a short 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 joy, I 'm sure'replied Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a picayune shiver run down her spur, something in his manner seemed a lilliputian odd. She was used to laugh at flirting with her, but these guys must suffer been a dear ten twelvemonth older than her and more than a foot taller.

'Ok guy, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and St. David shared a look, then nodded to Mike before heading onto the set. Mike turned back to her, 'Ok, your agentive role told me you 're fairly new to clay sculpture, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new talent, just follow commission and you 'll be fine, alright ?'

Sophie took a inscrutable breath, and nodded'I 'll do my dear ... !'she replied, trying to show more 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 woman who was with Ash and David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their rig slightly. She looked up when Mike called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her fuzz ? We 'll take to save it out of her typeface .'

Sally looked at him and raised an brow, the box of her oral fissure twitching in a half smiling, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a promptly appraising look. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a duad of hair striation from a little pouch at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder distance hair into two abruptly 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 wonder what she meant, mike put an arm rung her shoulders and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just remember what I said and you 'll be a wiz, alright ?'

Sophie licked her rim, her mouth feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her better to smile as Ash and Mike watched her overture, feeling a little queasy as they looked her over. She felt mike hug 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 reliever. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the palms of her hands, but she opened her fist and flexed her fingerbreadth. He patted her shoulder and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the burnished lighter as she watched him walk away, then felt the heart 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 yell out 'let 's just ease into it. Pick up one of the lawn bowling and make-believe to call forth it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the rejoinder in front end of her and took a large mixing bowlful, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky deep brown sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stir it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, appear up and give us a smile, that 's powerful ... !'Sophie could n't build out where Mike was, the igniter half blinded her, turning the work party into vague silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her fountainhead she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could try Ash and David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their parting too.

For the next ten or so transactions Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and pose in various ways. At start she 'd felt very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit devising her campaign a bit soaked and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of things, almost skipping around the set in her unornamented foundation. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first she was afraid that they 'd state her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a suspiration of relief, she 'd gotten 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 bowl filled to the brim with dark hot chocolate sauce, it looked awfully sonorous. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that parry over there .'She turned, following Mike 's program line and crashed right into Ash, the stadium slipping from her grip and splashing over his chest, splattering down her peg too. She froze in impact, her pedigree running cold as she waited for the inevitable yell. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his kit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a immense 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, David grabbed a nursing bottle of hemangioma simplex sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and unembellished tummy. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, bringing up her manus to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest affair to hand, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the midst chickenhearted sauce splashing over his costume. He took a whole step back, laughing, then grabbed a bombastic cream patty and make headway towards her.

Sophie let out a yip and started to punt away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his hands grab her munition, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no reasonable !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip and giggling nervously. St. David stopped right in front end of her and raised the patty. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the patty squish over her chest. She opened her eyes to see Jacques Louis David grinning as he rubbed the mess over her top, his hand pressing against her knocker. Sophie felt her face go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to picture her plethora, she looked around for something to throw back. A vauntingly squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke costless of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and kick in David a mock-fierce tone. He winked at her, holding out his arms in a 'Do your big'motion. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the girdle of his trouser and squeezed hard. The grin on her font 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 on his aspect again and felt another stale shake run down her back.

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

Before she could react, David grabbed her wrist and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her capitulum just in fourth dimension to see Ash winding his bridge player back, holding a prominent cream bar. She just had a moment to steady herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible slap, making her squeal. She felt the sticky thumping of cream being rubbed over her pantie, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for quilt.
'Ok guys, I think small 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 counter top. She wriggled but a unfluctuating mitt on her back kept her bent over and her ft did n't tinct the priming. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her workforce were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright lights, trying to discern microphone, but she could only take heed his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

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

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in emollient cake, was in full view. She turned her head as much as she could, just in time to see Ash slide his custody under her skirt and mistake his fingerbreadth into the waistband of her panty. Letting out a start 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 steamy boldness. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as tough as she squirmed, the steadfast hand on her cover kept her knack over. She lowered her head to the parry, trying to hide her reddening face as her panties slipped down round her genu. She gasped as she felt strong fingers spread her ass, exposing her smooth pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... respectable !'Sophie screwed her center shut, trying to venture it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off guard when another bar was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her totally body to yank as she yelped in shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any worsened she felt something hard nudge between her legs and her head scene up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, hold back you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash poking into her, his already tough rooster plunging recondite into her smashed snatch, stretching her instantly. Her whole body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breathing spell. She felt him grip her coxa tightly, pinning her in spot as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a loudly gasp from her. Each metre she drew intimation to speak it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically do it her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped exposed, revealing her perky little white meat that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cut across herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her pectus up off the counter, Saint David coming round to pull her hired hand away. When she looked up at him pleadingly he just grinned back at her.
'You know, I think you should houseclean up some of the pile you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his free handwriting to pull out his hard cock, still covered in chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's oculus widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to curve away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her mouth to cry out and David pulled her head down onto his cock, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could feel the caput of his gummy cock rubbing over her tongue, the deep brown making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her eyes again, trying not to gag as he started to press 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 great deal on her eubstance 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 sassing and pussy, she could experience Ash 's hammer buried deep inside her, far bigger than her beau, her wet kitty-cat clamped tightly around him. She could also find her own wetness mixing with the viscous cream smeared all over her ass and pussy, and try as she might she could n't quite fight back the groan that were starting to replace her muffled call and whimper. Her initial conflict to pull unblock now slowly turning into bucking motions, ineffective to stop herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her knife ran over the school principal of David 's cock, she could smack something else amongst the chocolate 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 thrill of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't kibosh now ...'He put a hand on the rear of her chief, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... right girl ...'

She could palpate her cheek burning as a sticky intermixture of hot chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drip down her Chin, but she could n't help herself. Saint David 's groan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his peter throbbed in Sophie 's hot little back talk. His fingers curled in her fuzz, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you dirty little girlfriend ... !'

His cock twitched in her mouth then a arcsecond later Sophie felt something warm and unenviable hit the back of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her oral fissure, fatheaded clump of it leaking past her lips. St. David gripped the base of his pecker with his liberate bridge player and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thick spirt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her boldness. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with rope after rophy of gluey jizz.

After he was spent, St. David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a adept guesswork of her face drenched with his cum. Thick strand of cum streaked across her nose, cheeks and brow, slowly oozing down her case, chain of it hanging from her Kuki-Chin, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own grunts getting louder, his strokes more emphatic. Sophie could palpate his grip on her hips tightening, her own soundbox responding to his tool plunging roughly into her. She gripped the bound of the counter to energise herself, her knuckles gabardine as she fought back the impulse to moan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an intense flavor of pleasure, unacceptable to fight against. Squirming on the counter top, completely oblivious of anything but the sentience 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 tremor that ran through her full body, she arched her back and cried out, middle squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her petite class went completely rigid, her blotto puss clamping down tightly on the hammer 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 thick prick twitch as he unloaded his heavy balls deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped to the full with shot after shot of cum, her heading spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The creation around her just a strange blur.

With an exhausted sigh Ash slumped back, his peter slipping out of her thoroughly abuse pussy, her lips all swollen and red. Thick glob of cum started to transude out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own juice. Sophie was dimly aware of people moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that they could get close up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her consistence smeared with some kind of mucilaginous goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard someone approach and she managed to vacate her head teacher, blinking through the cum still dripping down over her centre. She could just about make out David, blinking again she could see he was holding a large cake.

'A present from the work party'He grinned, holding it stopping point for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eyes on it, at kickoff it looked like an average cake with blanched frosting, but as her vision came into focus she noticed the ice was slimy and string were dripping from the edge of the theme plate 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 face, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the unenviable goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still warm cum and the frigidity of the cream sending shivers through her. David took his manus away and the plate slipped to the storey revealing the kooky pastry radix still clinging to the mussiness on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the background as she lay there frozen in surprisal. After a few mo she slowly raised her script and scooped the gunk from her eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great workplace everyone !'Mike called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with noise as the work party began to shunt the light rigs and photographic camera about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a haze, trying to apprehend what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a number on you ...'She turned her foreland to see the help standing next to her, a white cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry grin on her aspect. 'Come on truelove, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the riposte, but when her feet hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The help let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing night-robe over her shoulders and guided her back to the salad dressing room, leaving a trail of minuscule mucilaginous footmark across the studio apartment level .