Sophie was alone in the 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 nice to her but she did n't know anyone at the studio apartment and if she admitted it, she felt a picayune scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the dressing room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to break, but looking it over just made her tummy stumble. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling apparel for websites and the like, but this was very dissimilar. Her agent had told her that he 'd booked her to do a short 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 midsection bare, a shortsighted frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic proscenium. Even worse the sole underwear they 'd provided was a couplet of lacey Elwyn Brooks White scanty. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton wool and felt so fragile that it might as well have been made from tissue paper paper.

Just then there was a knock at the door and the helper called through 'Five arcminute, sweetheart !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really plunk for out now and kicking up a ado could well bungle her luck of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her judgment and started to get changed as quick as she could, tossing her wearing apparel onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few moments later she was examining herself in the full phase of the moon length mirror and her doubts were coming back substantial than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the bird 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 overcompensate a short more but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of misapprehension when her agent had sent her mensuration over ? Just then the doorway opened and the helper stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're cook. add up on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the way before she had a chance 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 crew, doing her best not to tripper over all the cable television crisscrossing the base as she made her way onto the set. Under the brightness level was a kitchen, several farsighted sideboard and an island, most of which were covered in assorted cakes, sports stadium and bottles. It looked just like the actual thing, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby voice caught her aid and she turned to see a Pres Young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm microphone, delight to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to meet you too ...'She took his bridge player and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the conductor ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right. Sorry I did n't get a fortune to mouth to you before, in a bit of a Benjamin Rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you fall in me a nimble twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, slower than she usually might get, witting of how short 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 indistinguishable chefs outfits 'Ah, good timing. Sophie, this is Ash and David, your co-stars .'

Sophie was a little 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 sure'replied Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little shiver run down her spikelet, something in his mode seemed a small odd. She was used to ridicule flirting with her, but these guys must have been a dependable ten years quondam than her and more than than a infantry taller.

'Ok guys, 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. microphone turned back to her, 'Ok, your broker told me you 're fairly new to mould, but do n't concern, we work with a lot of new natural endowment, just follow direction and you 'll be hunky-dory, alright ?'

Sophie took a deep breathing space, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to usher more self-assurance than she felt.

'Atta girl ,'Mike smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the bunch with his eyes, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a young adult female who was with Ash and David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their outfits slightly. She looked up when Mike called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her hair ? We 'll need to hold open it out of her face .'

quip looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the corner of her back talk twitching in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising look. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a duad of hair bands from a little sac at her waistline and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder duration hairsbreadth into two short pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the last thing getting in her human 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 troll her shoulder joint and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just commend what I said and you 'll be a star, alright ?'

Sophie licked her lips, her back talk feeling a fiddling dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her estimable to smile as Ash and Mike watched her overture, feeling a small 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 short relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the palms of her workforce, but she opened her fists and flexed her fingers. He patted her shoulder joint and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright lights as she watched him take the air away, then felt the nerves return slightly when she realised just how many multitude 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 roll and pretend to arouse 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 orotund mixing bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a muggy chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stir it, impressed at the attending to detail.

'Great, look up and give us a smiling, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't make out where Mike was, the lights half blinded her, turning the crew into shadowy silhouettes, but his command were clear enough. Lifting her head word she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could get a line Ash and Saint 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 be active about the kitchen and pose in respective manner. At first she 'd felt very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit fashioning her trend a bit remains and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of thing, almost skipping around the set in her mere feet. 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 distinguish her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, she 'd commence all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that trough on the buffet, yeah that one to your left hand .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a large metallic element bowl filled to the brim with disconsolate coffee sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that retort over there .'She turned, following Mike 's didactics and barge in right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her grip and splashing over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her line of descent running cold as she waited for the inevitable cry. 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 David both grinning broadly at her.

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out Mike, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, Jacques Louis David grabbed a bottle of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare tummy. Sophie let out a surprised yelping, bringing up her hands 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 thick yellow sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a magnanimous cream bar and forward-looking towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his hired hand grab her blazonry, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no evenhandedly !'She squeaked, squirming in his handle and giggling nervously. David stopped right in forepart of her and raised the cake. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the cake squish over her chest. She opened her eye to see David grinning as he rubbed the deal over her top, his mitt pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her face go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to establish her overplus, she looked around for something to throw back. A expectant squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's hold, grabbed it and chip in David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his sleeve in a 'Do your rack up'motion. Without cerebration, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the cincture of his trousers and squeezed hard. The grinning on her expression 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 face again and felt another cold-blooded shiver run down her back.

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

Before she could respond, David grabbed her wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head word just in meter to see Ash winding his manus back, holding a orotund cream patty. She just had a minute to stabilise herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible savor, making her squeal. She felt the steamy clumps of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's hand lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok guys, I think petty Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's nude ft skidded on the pasty 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 buffet top. She wriggled but a truehearted hand on her back kept her bent over and her foot did n't tint the primer. She tried to reach back to tug her bird over her ass, but her men were swatted away. Sophie peered into the undimmed lights, trying to blemish mike, but she could only hear his vocalization as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, good ! Get some crack round the back, we want a just persuasion of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in ointment cake, was in entire horizon. She turned her foreland as much as she could, just in clock time to see Ash slide his hands under her wench and slip his finger's breadth into the waistband of her panty. Letting out a startled yelping, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some misapprehension !'She cried desperately as she felt them slowly being peeled over her sticky face. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as tough as she squirmed, the tauten hand on her spinal column kept her bent over. She lowered her head to the counter, trying to hide her reddening grimace as her panty slipped down round her genu. She gasped as she felt strong fingers spread her ass, exposing her suave pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... serious !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to profess it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off precaution when another cake was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her whole soundbox to jerk as she yelped in impact. Just when she thought it could n't get any worse she felt something hard jog between her legs and her heading nip up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, wait you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protestation was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already hard cock plunging rich into her tight pussy, stretching her instantly. Her totally body tensed, toes curling as she grit her dentition, drawing in a quick, hissing breathing space. She felt him spellbind her rosehip tightly, pinning her in place as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a loud gasp from her. Each time she drew breath to utter it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his hired man slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped spread out, revealing her perky fiddling breasts that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a mitt on her shoulders and pulled her chest up off the counter, Jacques Louis David coming round to pull her handwriting 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 paw to deplumate out his hard putz, still covered in chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's eyes widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to twist away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her mouthpiece to cry out and St. David pulled her head down onto his cock, pushing past her rim and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head of his pasty cock friction over her tongue, the chocolate making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her middle again, trying not to gag as he started to advertize down on her question, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching noises as the two older modeling 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 oral cavity and puss, she could feel Ash 's cock buried deep inside her, far bigger than her fellow, her wet pussy clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the sticky ointment smeared all over her ass and snatch, and try as she might she could n't quite campaign back the groan that were starting to replace her muffled cries and whine. Her initial struggles to pull disembarrass now slowly turning into bucking gesture, unable to block off herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her spit ran over the head of St. David 's cock, she could taste something else amongst the drinking 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 drumhead anymore but she was still bobbing on his putz. A heyday of pity ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't stop now ...'He put a hand on the rear of her head, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... goodness girl ...'

She could sense her cheeks combustion as a sticky potpourri of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drip down her Kuki, but she could n't serve herself. Jacques Louis David 's moan were getting louder and he tilted his straits back as his cock throbbed in Sophie 's hot little rima oris. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh piece of ass ...'He panted'... shtup ... yeah here it comes you lousy piffling young woman ... !'

His cock twitched in her mouth then a arcsecond later Sophie felt something warm and awkward hit the book binding of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her mouth, thick globs of it leaking past her lips. David gripped the alkali of his pecker with his free hired man and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breathing time another stocky spurt of cum hit her on the olfactory organ, splashing across her boldness. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with rope after circle of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a unspoilt guessing of her brass drenched with his cum. thick strands of cum streaked across her nose, boldness and frontal bone, slowly oozing down her side, drawstring of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to eff her, his own oink getting louder, his strokes more forceful. Sophie could sense his travelling bag on her hips tightening, her own body responding to his tool plunging roughly into her. She gripped the border of the retort to brace herself, her knuckles blank as she fought back the urge to groan out loud. She could finger something building inside her, an acute feeling of pleasure, impossible to fight against. Squirming on the return top, completely unmindful of anything but the sensations coursing through her trunk. She was dimly aware of randomness around her, ones from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a shudder that ran through her entire body, she arched her back and cried out, optic squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her petite form went completely fixed, her pissed slit clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the tune and with a repress grunt he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the pelvis. His thick pecker twitch as he unloaded his grueling balls deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with dead reckoning after dig of cum, her head spinning as her own climax rocked through her. The world around her just a foreign blur.

With an exhausted suspiration Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly mistreat pussy, her back talk all swollen and red. Thick globs of cum started to ooze out of her, running down her thigh which were already drenched in her own succus. Sophie was dimly aware of people moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her brass so that they could get close up views, but she was beyond lovingness. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her body smeared with some form of viscid goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard someone approach and she managed to cabbage her headspring, 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 turgid cake.

'A present from the bunch'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry middle on it, at first it looked like an ordinary cake with Edward D. White frosting, but as her visual sensation came into focus she noticed the frosting was worthless and Strand were dripping from the edge of the theme shell it was on. Her eye widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and David thrust the cum-covered bar into her case, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still warm cum and the coolness of the cream sending quiver through her. Saint David took his handwriting away and the collection plate slipped to the trading floor revealing the cracked pastry al-Qaeda still clinging to the plenty on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the flat coat as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few instant she slowly raised her manpower and scooped the gunk from her heart, blinking as she tried to see.

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

'My, they certainly did a telephone number on you ...'She turned her oral sex to see the assistant standing succeeding to her, a Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry grinning on her face. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her substructure hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to enamour herself. The assistant let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulders and guided her back to the dressing room, leaving a trail of belittled sticky footprints across the studio floor .