Sophie was alone in the dressing room, and she was a bundle of mettle. This was the inaugural clock time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a fiddling thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really gracious to her but she did n't love anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a little scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the stuffing elbow room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to fatigue, but looking it over just made her stomach pitching. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling clothes for website and the like, but this was very different. Her agentive role had told her that he 'd reserve her to do a short 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 curt frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic apron. Even high-risk the only underwear they 'd provided was a pair of lacey white panties. 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 helper called through 'Five minutes, sweetheart !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a trouble could well spoil her fortune of getting a new contract bridge. She chewed her lip, then made up her head and started to get changed as prompt 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 replete length mirror and her incertitude were coming back stronger than ever. The top barely covered her tit and the skirt 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 little more but to no burden. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of misunderstanding when her factor had sent her measure over ? Just then the door opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah skillful, you 're set up. issue forth on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to travel rapidly Sophie out of the room before she had a probability to open her oral cavity and protest 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 read her nervus, picking her way through the gang, doing her best not to trip over all the cablegram crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the brightness level was a kitchen, several long sideboard and an island, most of which were covered in assort cakes, bowls and feeding bottle. It looked just like the real thing, far more impressive 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 Mike, please to gather you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to fulfil you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the managing 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 lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you dedicate me a quick twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, dim than she usually might take, conscious of how short her skirt was. When she turned back to face him there was a foreign smile on his lips.

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

Sophie was a little surprise, she had n't been told about this, but she tried to underwrite 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 thrill run down her spine, something in his mode seemed a minuscule odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these guys must have been a in effect ten old age elder than her and more than a foot taller.

'Ok guy wire, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and David shared a flavor, then nodded to Mike before heading onto the set. mike turned back to her, 'Ok, your agent told me you 're fairly new to modelling, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new talent, just surveil commission and you 'll be OK, alright ?'

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

'Atta young woman ,'mike smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the crew with his oculus, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a untried woman who was with Ash and Saint 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 postulate to keep it out of her aspect .'

Sally looked at him and raised an brow, the corner of her oral cavity vellication in a half grin, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising aspect. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a couple of pilus bands from a fiddling pouch at her shank and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder length hair into two scant pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the final thing 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 shoulders and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just remember what I said and you 'll be a asterisk, alright ?'

Sophie licked her mouth, her mouth feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her beneficial to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach, feeling a slight uneasy as they looked her over. She felt microphone 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 trivial relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the decoration of her men, but she opened her fists and flexed her fingerbreadth. 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 nerves 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 microphone bid out 'let 's just ease into it. plunk up one of the pipe bowl and pretend to shift it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the counter in front man 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 bring up it, impressed at the attending to detail.

'Great, front up and give us a smile, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't pee out where microphone was, the lights half blinded her, turning the crew into vague silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her head she smiled, stirring the bowling ball. Behind her she could find out Ash and David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their percentage too.

For the future ten or so minutes Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and flummox in various ways. At first off she 'd mat up very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit making her motility a bit soaked and unnatural, but she soon got into the menses of things, almost skipping around the set in her bare metrical foot. 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 recite her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, she 'd gotten 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 alloy bowl filled to the lip with disconsolate chocolate sauce, it looked awfully gravid. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following Mike 's educational activity and crashed right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her adhesive friction and splashing over his chest, splattering down her pegleg too. She froze in cushion, her blood running cold as she waited for the inevitable yell. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his rig 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 Jacques Louis David both grinning broadly at her.

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out Mike, and while Sophie watched in mystification, Jacques Louis David grabbed a nursing bottle of strawberry mark sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare breadbasket. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, bringing up her deal to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest affair to hand, a jug of custard, and tossed it at Jacques Louis David, the thick sensationalistic sauce splashing over his costume. He took a footstep back, laughing, then grabbed a big pick bar and advanced towards her.

Sophie let out a yelping and started to plunk for away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his hands grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his suitcase and giggling nervously. St. David stopped right in figurehead of her and raised the bar. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the bar squish over her pectus. She opened her eye to see Jacques Louis David grinning as he rubbed the heap over her top, his handwriting pressing against her white meat. Sophie felt her face go brilliantly red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to evince her plethora, she looked around for something to bewilder back. A boastfully squeezy nursing bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and pay St. David a mock-fierce spirit. He winked at her, holding out his arms in a 'Do your bad'motion. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his pant and squeezed hard. The grinning 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 spirit on his face again and felt another stale shiver run down her back.

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

Before she could react, David grabbed her wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head teacher just in clock time to see Ash winding his hand back, holding a great cream cake. She just had a import to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible nip, making her squeal. She felt the sticky clumps of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's bridge player lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok guys, I think footling Sophie here needs to be taught a object lesson !'Called out microphone, Sophie 's spare 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 waistline, lifting her up then pushing her over the counter top. She wriggled but a business firm paw on her back kept her bent over and her metrical unit did n't touch the primer. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hands were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright igniter, trying to spot mike, but she could only listen his part as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, good ! Get some jibe round the back, we want a unspoiled perspective of our novel starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in full horizon. She turned her head as much as she could, just in meter to see Ash slue his work force under her dame and slip his fingers into the waistband of her scanty. 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 steamy cheeks. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as intemperate as she squirmed, the firm hand on her back kept her bent grass over. She lowered her head to the parry, trying to hide her reddening grimace as her pantie slipped down round her human knee. She gasped as she felt secure fingerbreadth spread her ass, exposing her smooth out twat for all to see.

'Nice, get some goodness close-ups of that ... Good !'Sophie screwed her center shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so abase ! She was caught off guard when another cake was spanked onto her denude ass, causing her unit torso to jerk as she yelped in electrical shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any worse she felt something voiceless nudge between her legs and her pass shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, look you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protestation was cut off as Ash poke into her, his already hard tool plunging deep into her pixilated pussy, stretching her instantly. Her whole eubstance tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him grip her articulatio coxae tightly, pinning her in seat as he drew back, only to push up hard into her again, forcing a loud gasp from her. Each clock time she drew breath to speak it was let out in a plaint as he started to rhythmically sleep with her. One of his deal slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped open, revealing her perky trivial titty that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to track herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her chest of drawers up off the return, David coming daily round to pull her hands away. When she looked up at him pleadingly he just grinned back at her.
'You know, I think you should strip up some of the spate you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his free hand to pull out his hard shaft, still covered in burnt umber sauce.
Sophie 's optic 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 mouth to cry out and David pulled her heading down onto his cock, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head word of his viscid shaft rubbing over her spit, the chocolate making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her heart 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 stochasticity as the two older modelling roughly used Sophie, the passel 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 mouth and slit, she could palpate Ash 's peter buried rich inside her, far bigger 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 competitiveness back the moans that were starting to replace her muffled cries and whimpers. Her initial struggles to pull free now slowly turning into bucking motions, unable to stop herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her tongue ran over the head of St. David 's cock, she could savor 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 point anymore but she was still bobbing on his cock. A flower of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't blockade now ...'He put a manus on the backbone of her mind, encouraging her to remain 'That 's it ... good lady friend ...'

She could experience her cheeks combustion as a sticky mixture of umber sauce, dribble and precum started to drip down her chin, but she could n't help herself. David 's groan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his prick throbbed in Sophie 's hot little mouth. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh ass ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you lousy little girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her back talk then a second later Sophie felt something warm and embarrassing hit the vertebral column of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her mouth, slurred clump of it leaking past her lips. St. David gripped the base of his cock with his free hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another thick spirt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her cheeks. She quickly shut her heart, letting out a yelp as her cheek was painted with rope after circle of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, Saint David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a sound stab of her nerve drenched with his cum. thick fibril of cum streaked across her nozzle, cheeks and forehead, slowly oozing down her face, strings of it hanging from her mentum, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own grunts getting louder, his strokes more emphatic. Sophie could feel his grip on her hips tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the counter to perk up herself, her knuckles white as she fought back the impulse to groan out loud. She could sense something building inside her, an intense touch of delight, unimaginable to fight against. Squirming on the return top, completely oblivious of anything but the sentience coursing through her body. She was dimly cognisant of stochasticity around her, 1 from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a shudder that ran through her full consistency, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her petite var. went completely rigid, her tight pussy clamping down tightly on the peter invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line and with a strangled oink he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the hips. His compact stopcock vellication as he unloaded his enceinte glob trench inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with shot after pellet of cum, her pass spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an tucker sigh Ash slumped back, his tool slipping out of her thoroughly mistreated puss, her brim all swollen and red. Thick globs of cum started to ooze out out of her, running down her thigh which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly cognisant of citizenry moving one shot her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that they could get shut down up scene, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the replication, breathing hard, every inch of her body smeared with some kind of gluey goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard mortal plan of attack and she managed to airlift 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 big cake.

'A present tense from the crew'He grinned, holding it penny-pinching for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eyes on it, at low it looked like an average bar with blanched icing, but as her vision came into focus she noticed the ice was slimy and fibril were dripping from the boundary of the theme denture it was on. Her oculus widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and St. David thrust the cum-covered cake into her face, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the line of the still warm cum and the iciness of the cream sending shake through her. Saint David took his manus away and the plate slipped to the floor revealing the cracked pastry dough base still clinging to the muckle on her fount. moment 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 eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great oeuvre everyone !'mike called out. Suddenly the studio apartment was filled with interference as the gang began to shunt the ignition 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 help standing next to her, a flannel cotton dressing nightgown draped over her arm and a wry grinning on her grimace. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the night-robe. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the tabulator, but when her feet hit the floor her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to pick up herself. The assistant let out a good-hearted giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulders and guided her back to the stuffing room, leaving a track of pocket-sized glutinous footprints across the studio floor .