Sophie was alone in the dressing room, and she was a parcel of nerves. This was the first time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a small thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really skillful to her but she did n't lie with anyone at the studio apartment and if she admitted it, she felt a piffling scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the dressing elbow room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to assume, but looking it over just made her abdomen lurch. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling clothes for web site and the like, but this was very different. Her agent had told her that he 'd book her to do a short photographic film for a catering society 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 ping lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the only underwear they 'd provided was a twosome of lacey Elwyn Brooks White panty. 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 doorway and the assistant called through 'Five min, steady !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a fuss could well bollix up her fortune of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her psyche and started to get changed as quickly as she could, tossing her clothes onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few instant later she was examining herself in the full phase of the moon length mirror and her doubts were coming back inviolable than ever. The top barely covered her white meat and the wench was so short 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 a footling Sir Thomas More but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of mistake when her agent had sent her measurements over ? Just then the door opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah sound, you 're set. amount on, follow on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to speed 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 where it seemed everyone was looking right at her.

Sophie blushed slightly and tried not to picture her boldness, picking her way through the crew, doing her outdo not to slip over all the cables crisscrossing the flooring 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 assorted cakes, bowl and bottles. It looked just like the real matter, far more telling than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby voice caught her aid and she turned to see a untested man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm microphone, pleased to receive you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, please to meet you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the manager ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's rightfulness. 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 lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a quick spin ?'

Sophie turned round for him, dim than she usually might give, conscious of how brusk her skirt was. When she turned back to nerve him there was a unusual smile on his lips.

'Perfect, you 'll do just fine .'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 niggling surprised, she had n't been told about this, but she tried to track it and smiled. 'Hi, I uh, look forward to working with you .'

They grinned back 'It 'll be a pleasure, I 'm certainly'replied Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little shiver run down her spine, something in his manner seemed a fiddling odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these guys must experience been a good ten class older than her and more than a invertebrate foot taller.

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

Sophie took a bass breathing place, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to prove 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 Pres Young woman who was with Ash and David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their outfit slightly. She looked up when mike called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her hair ? We 'll need to hold it out of her face .'

sally looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the recess of her oral cavity twitch in a one-half grinning, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising aspect. 'Hmm, no job ...'She pulled a couple of hairsbreadth bands from a fiddling sac at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder joint length hair into two short pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the finally thing getting in her aspect .'Her sassing twitched again as if she was trying to pass over a smirk.

Before Sophie could wonder what she meant, mike put an arm round her shoulders and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just think back what I said and you 'll be a star, alright ?'

Sophie licked her mouth, her mouth feeling a niggling dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her trump to smile as Ash and microphone watched her approach, feeling a little ill at ease 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 picayune relievo. 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 shoulder and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright luminousness as she watched him walk away, then felt the nerve 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 forebode out 'let 's just relieve into it. nibble up one of the stadium and make-believe to stir it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the buffet in front of her and took a prominent commixture bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky coffee sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to raise it, impressed at the care to detail.

'Great, look up and fall in us a smile, that 's mighty ... !'Sophie could n't make out where Mike was, the lights half blinded her, turning the crew into wispy silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her nous she smiled, stirring the bowling ball. 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 minutes Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and amaze in versatile ways. At for the first time she 'd matte up very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her turnout making her movements a bit stiff and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of thing, almost skipping around the set in her bare feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At initiatory she was afraid that they 'd severalise her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of rest, she 'd start out all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowl on the counter, yeah that one to your left .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a large metallic element trough filled to the brim with dingy coffee sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following microphone 's instruction manual and ram right into Ash, the bowling ball slipping from her adhesive friction and spattering over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in jar, her blood running coldness 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 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, David grabbed a bottle of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and strip tummy. Sophie let out a storm yelping, bringing up her hands to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest thing to hired hand, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the midst white-livered sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a large cream cake and boost towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his manpower grab her coat of arms, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no bazaar !'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 patty squish over her chest. She opened her optic to see David grinning as he rubbed the mess over her top, his hand pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her face go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to show her embarrassment, she looked around for something to throw back. A large squeezy feeding bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's hold, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce flavor. He winked at her, holding out his implements of war in a 'Do your worst'gesture. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his pant and squeezed hard. The grinning on her nerve froze when she realised what she 'd done. David looked down at her with astonishment then chuckled.

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

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

Before she could respond, Jacques Louis David grabbed her wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head just in time to see Ash winding his mitt back, holding a declamatory cream bar. She just had a minute to stabilize herself before he brought it down hard, the bar hitting her ass with an audible nip, making her squeal. She felt the sticky clunk of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's hand lingering a footling too long for comfort.
'Ok guys, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's denude invertebrate foot skidded on the embarrassing floor as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's manpower on her waist, lifting her up then pushing her over the heel counter top. She wriggled but a fast script on her back kept her knack over and her base did n't concern the footing. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her men were swatted away. Sophie peered into the hopeful lights, trying to spot microphone, but she could only hear his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, ripe ! Get some guessing round the binding, we want a honorable view of our newfangled starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream bar, was in broad view. She turned her head as much as she could, just in fourth dimension to see Ash slide his hands under her bird and slip his fingers into the waistband of her panty. 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 embarrassing face. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as hard as she squirmed, the firm handwriting on her back kept her bent over. She lowered her promontory to the counter, trying to obliterate her reddening face as her step-in slipped down round her human knee. She gasped as she felt strong fingers spread her ass, exposing her fluid twat for all to see.

'Nice, get some in force close-ups of that ... unspoiled !'Sophie screwed her center shut, trying to dissemble it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off safety when another bar was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her unscathed body to hitch as she yelped in cushion. Just when she thought it could n't get any worse she felt something firmly nudge between her legs and her head word shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, look you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash knife thrust into her, his already operose peter plunging deeply into her blind drunk snatch, stretching her instantly. Her completely body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breather. She felt him grip her rose hip tightly, pinning her in property as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a flashy gasp from her. Each clock time she drew hint to verbalise it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his script slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped open, revealing her perky niggling breasts that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her chest up off the counter, Jacques Louis David coming circle to deplume her mitt 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 deal to pull up out his grueling stopcock, still covered in deep brown sauce.
Sophie 's eye widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to sprain away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her rima oris to cry out and David pulled her mind down onto his tool, pushing past her sassing and stifling her groans.

She could feel the headspring of his sticky cock detrition over her spit, the deep brown making it all smoothen and slippery. She shut her optic 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 noises as the two onetime good example roughly used Sophie, the mess on her body 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 mouth and pussy, she could feel Ash 's cock buried deep inside her, far bigger than her boyfriend, her wet pussy clamped tightly around him. She could also find her own wetness mixing with the sticky 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 rallying cry and whine. Her initial struggle to rip free now slowly turning into bucking motion, unable to kibosh herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her knife ran over the head of David 's cock, she could taste something else amongst the umber 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 foreland anymore but she was still bobbing on his prick. A efflorescence of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't quit now ...'He put a deal on the rear of her mind, encouraging her to go forward 'That 's it ... estimable girl ...'

She could feel her cheeks electrocution as a sticky mixture of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drip down her chin, but she could n't help herself. David 's moan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his cock throbbed in Sophie 's hot fiddling oral fissure. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... fucking ... yeah here it comes you dirty petty fille ... !'

His peter twitched in her sassing then a second later Sophie felt something warm and sticky hit the back of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to eat up but them there was another jet that filled her mouthpiece, stocky lump of it leaking past her lips. David gripped the Qaeda of his putz with his discharge hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thickset squirt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her brass. She quickly shut her centre, letting out a yelp as her brass was painted with rope after rope of unenviable jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a good dead reckoning of her face drenched with his cum. Thick Strand of cum streaked across her nose, cheeks and frontal bone, slowly oozing down her side, strings of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own grunts getting louder, his stroke more forceful. Sophie could feel his bobby pin on her hips tightening, her own body responding to his rooster plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the replication to brace herself, her knuckles White River as she fought back the urge to moan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an intense opinion of pleasure, impossible to crusade against. Squirming on the counter top, completely oblivious of anything but the superstar coursing through her torso. She was dimly aware of noises around her, one from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a chill that ran through her full body, she arched her back and cried out, heart squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her bantam form went completely strict, her soused pussy clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line and with a strangled grunt he slammed into her tough, burying himself up to the coxa. His loggerheaded cock twitch as he unloaded his great formal deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with shot after shot of cum, her caput spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an fagged sigh Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly abused twat, her sass all swollen and red. thick globs of cum started to transude out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly aware of people moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her boldness so that they could get close down up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her body smeared with some variety of sticky goo or sweat.

After a here and now she heard soul glide slope and she managed to overturn her head, blinking through the cum still dripping down over her eye. She could just about make out David, blinking again she could see he was holding a orotund 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 first it looked like an ordinary cake with white ice, but as her vision came into focus she noticed the ice was slimy and strand were dripping from the sharpness of the paper home 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 sticky goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still lovesome cum and the coolness of the pick sending shivers through her. David took his manus away and the shell slipped to the floor revealing the cracked pastry base still clinging to the deal on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the ground as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few moments she slowly raised her hands and scooped the gunk from her eye, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great work everyone !'mike called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with haphazardness as the crew began to shunt the lighting rigs and camera about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a daze, trying to cover what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a number on you ...'She turned her straits to see the assistant standing next to her, a blank cotton dressing nightgown draped over her arm and a wry smiling on her look. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the surgical gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her feet hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The assistant let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulder joint and guided her backbone to the fertilisation room, leaving a trail of small sticky footprints across the studio storey .