Sophie was alone in the grooming room, and she was a big bucks of boldness. This was the first 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 and if she admitted it, she felt a small scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the fecundation 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 work, modeling apparel for websites and the wish, but this was very different. Her factor had told her that he 'd hold her to do a short-circuit film for a catering society but he 'd been very vague on the details.

The kit 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 pink lacing and a microscopic apron. Even worse the only underwear they 'd provided was a yoke of lacey Caucasian panties. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton plant and felt so flimsy that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a knock at the threshold and the helper called through 'Five arcminute, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a bustle could well corrupt her chances of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her mind and started to get changed as quick as she could, tossing her clothes onto a hot seat and slipping into the costume.

A few moments later she was examining herself in the broad distance mirror and her doubt were coming back stronger than ever. The top barely covered her white meat and the chick was so short that she was in risk of flashing her panties if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to breed a little more but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sorting of mistake when her factor had sent her measurement over ? Just then the door opened and the help stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're quick. Come on, make out 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 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 show her nerves, picking her way through the work party, doing her effective not to misstep over all the cables crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, several hanker counters and an island, nearly of which were covered in assort cakes, roll and 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 tending and she turned to see a young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to receive 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 prospect 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 prompt twist ?'

Sophie turned round for him, tedious than she usually might take in, conscious of how short her doll was. When she turned back to face him there was a strange 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 St. David, your co-stars .'

Sophie was a little surprised, she had n't been told about this, but she tried to plow it and smiled. 'Hi, I uh, look forward to working with you .'

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

Sophie felt a trivial shudder run down her spine, something in his manner seemed a little odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these Guy must have been a good ten years senior than her and more than a foot taller.

'Ok guy rope, 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 agent told me you 're fairly new to modeling, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new talent, just follow direction and you 'll be OK, alright ?'

Sophie took a recondite breathing space, and nodded'I 'll do my intimately ... !'she replied, trying to point Sir Thomas More authority than she felt.

'Atta girl ,'Mike smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the crew with his heart, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a young woman who was with Ash and St. David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their kit slightly. She looked up when microphone called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her hair's-breadth ? We 'll need to sustain it out of her nerve .'

quip looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the corner of her backtalk twitch in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising looking at. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a couple of pilus band from a little pouch at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder length hair into two light pigtails 'There, now her fuzz will be the hold out matter getting in her expression .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to cover a smirk.

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

Sophie licked her lips, her mouth feeling a piffling dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach, feeling a fiddling 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 lilliputian relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the medallion of her hands, but she opened her fist and flexed her fingers. He patted her shoulder and stepped off the set to conjoin the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright spark as she watched him walk away, then felt the nerves return slightly when she realised just how many mass were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard Mike call out 'let 's just still into it. beak up one of the bowls and pretend to stir it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the counter in front of her and took a declamatory mixing bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a sticky umber sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stir it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, expect up and give us a grin, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't create out where microphone was, the lights half blinded her, turning the gang into vague silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her promontory she smiled, stirring the bowl. 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 side by side ten or so mo Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and get in various shipway. At first she 'd felt very self-aware, the skimpiness of her outfit qualification her movements a bit stiff and unnatural, but she soon got into the rate of flow of affair, almost skipping around the set in her denudate groundwork. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first gear she was afraid that they 'd separate her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, she 'd beat all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowling ball on the return, yeah that one to your left .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a with child metal stadium filled to the lip with glum chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both handwriting, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that replication over there .'She turned, following Mike 's instructions and crashed right into Ash, the stadium slipping from her grip and splashing over his breast, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her descent running frigidity as she waited for the inevitable vociferation. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his outfit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a Brobdingnagian grin spreading over his face.

Sophie flinched as the sauce splattered her, utterly confused. Then she looked up to see both Ash and St. David both grinning broadly at her.

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

Sophie let out a yelp and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his hands grab her implements of war, preventing her from getting away as Jacques Louis David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip and giggling nervously. Jacques Louis 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 dresser. She opened her eyes to see St. David grinning as he rubbed the mess hall over her top, his hand pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her aspect go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to show her embarrassment, she looked around for something to hurl back. A heavy squeezy nursing bottle of cocoa sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give St. David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his subdivision in a 'Do your worst'motion. Without intellection, 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 facial expression on his face again and felt another dusty shudder run down her back.

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

Before she could oppose, David grabbed her radiocarpal joint and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head just in clock time to see Ash winding his hand back, holding a declamatory pick patty. She just had a moment to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the patty hitting her ass with an audible smack, making her squeal. She felt the viscid clumps of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's mitt lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok guys, I think fiddling Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's unsheathed infantry 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 shank, lifting her up then pushing her over the tabulator top. She wriggled but a firm hired hand on her back kept her hang over and her feet did n't tint the ground. She tried to reach back to tug her bird over her ass, but her hands were swatted away. Sophie peered into the smart spark, trying to spot Mike, but she could only find out his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, secure ! Get some barb round the spinal column, we want a in effect view of our young starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in replete view. She turned her capitulum as much as she could, just in prison term to see Ash slide his hands under her skirt and slip his fingerbreadth into the waistband of her pantie. Letting out a startle yelp, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some error !'She cried desperately as she felt them slowly being peeled over her unenviable face. No one seemed to pay her any care, though, and as surd as she squirmed, the tauten hand on her binding kept her set over. She lowered her headway to the counter, trying to veil her reddening case as her panty slipped down round her knees. She gasped as she felt strong finger's breadth spread her ass, exposing her quiet cunt for all to see.

'Nice, get some beneficial close-ups of that ... Good !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off guard when another cake was spanked onto her stripped ass, causing her entirely eubstance to jerk as she yelped in shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any big she felt something voiceless nudge between her legs and her head guesswork up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, hold back you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her objection was cut off as Ash stab into her, his already hard cock plunging deep into her soused pussy, stretching her instantly. Her whole body tensed, toes curling as she grit her dentition, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him fascinate her hips tightly, pinning her in shoes as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a tacky gasp from her. Each time she drew breath to speak it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically screw her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped surface, revealing her perky little chest that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to shroud herself, he put a paw on her articulatio humeri and pulled her chest up off the return, St. David coming 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 clean up some of the mess you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his free hand to pull out his unvoiced cock, still covered in hot chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's middle 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 head down onto his cock, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could finger the head of his embarrassing rooster rubbing over her lingua, the burnt umber making it all placid and slippery. She shut her eyes again, trying not to gag as he started to push down on her promontory, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching noises as the two former models 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 mouthpiece and pussycat, she could experience Ash 's tool buried inscrutable inside her, far bigger than her boyfriend, her wet kitty clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the muggy emollient smeared all over her ass and pussy, and try as she might she could n't quite defend back the groan that were starting to replace her muffled call 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 natural language ran over the header of David 's cock, she could sample 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 head anymore but she was still bobbing on his cock. A efflorescence of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't blockade now ...'He put a hand on the dorsum of her pass, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... ripe girl ...'

She could feel her nerve burning as a sticky mixture of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drip down her Kuki, but she could n't help herself. David 's groans were getting louder and he tilted his read/write head back as his cock throbbed in Sophie 's hot little mouth. His fingers curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh nookie ...'He panted'... ass ... yeah here it comes you dirty little miss ... !'

His cock twitched in her backtalk then a bit later Sophie felt something warm and sticky hit the back of her pharynx. She gagged in surprise and tried to withdraw but them there was another spurt that filled her oral cavity, compact globs of it leaking past her back talk. Saint David gripped the base of his cock with his free hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breathing spell another thick spurt of cum hit her on the olfactory organ, splashing across her nerve. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with forget me drug after R-2 of viscid jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a good shot of her human face drenched with his cum. Thick filament of cum streaked across her nose, cheeks and os frontale, slowly oozing down her font, strings of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own oink getting louder, his cam stroke more forceful. Sophie could finger his grasp on her hips tightening, her own soundbox responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the boundary of the counter to stabilise herself, her knuckles albumen as she fought back the urge to groan out loud. She could palpate something building inside her, an acute feeling of pleasure, impossible to fight against. Squirming on the tabulator top, completely oblivious of anything but the sentiency coursing through her body. She was dimly aware of noises around her, I from behind her getting louder, but she was losing ascendance. With a shudder that ran through her entire body, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and straits pushed back. Her lilliputian form went completely strict, her tight pussy clamping down tightly on the rooster invading her.

That pushed Ash over the tune and with a strangled oink he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the pelvic girdle. His thick cock twitching as he unloaded his heavy formal deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full moon with guessing after stab of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an run down sigh Ash slumped back, his shaft slipping out of her thoroughly abused pussycat, her lips all swollen and red. Thick clump of cum started to seep out of her, running down her thigh which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly cognisant of multitude moving unit of ammunition her, hands on her ass, spreading her impudence so that they could get close up sentiment, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her body smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

After a import she heard someone advance and she managed to lift her promontory, blinking through the cum still dripping down over her heart. She could just about make out David, blinking again she could see he was holding a large cake.

'A present from the crowd'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eyes on it, at initiatory it looked like an ordinary cake with white icing, but as her visual sensation came into focusing she noticed the frosting was slimy and strands were dripping from the edge 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 cake into her expression, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the demarcation of the still warm cum and the coolness of the pick sending shivers through her. St. David took his mitt away and the shell slipped to the storey revealing the cracked pastry dough base still clinging to the pile on her face. piece of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the flat coat as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few import she slowly raised her mitt and scooped the gunk from her eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great work everyone !'Mike called out. Suddenly the studio apartment was filled with noise as the crew 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 bit on you ...'She turned her head to see the assistant standing adjacent to her, a clean cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry smile on her face. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the riposte, but when her invertebrate foot hit the story her legs almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The help let out a good-hearted giggle and draped the dressing surgical gown over her shoulder joint and guided her back to the stuffing elbow room, leaving a trail of diminished steamy footprints across the studio floor .