Sophie was alone in the fertilization 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 little thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really nice to her but she did n't cognize anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a petty mark. The supporter who 'd brought her to the fecundation room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to bear, but looking it over just made her stomach stagger. So far she 'd just done catalog body of work, modeling clothes for websites and the like, but this was very unlike. Her agent had told her that he 'd book her to do a shortstop picture for a catering troupe but he 'd been very obscure 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 diaphragm bare, a light frilly skirt with pink lace and a microscopic apron. Even worse the only underclothing they 'd provided was a pair of lacey white-hot 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 door and the helper called through 'Five minutes, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a bicker could well deflower her chances of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her mind and started to get changed as agile as she could, tossing her clothes onto a chair and slipping into the costume.

A few moments later she was examining herself in the full moon length mirror and her doubts were coming back stronger than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the chick was so short that she was in peril of flashing her scanty if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to cover a little more but to no event. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sorting of fault when her agentive role had sent her measurements over ? Just then the room access opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're ready. do on, total on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to travel rapidly Sophie out of the room before she had a chance to spread her backtalk and dissent 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 indicate her nerves, picking her way through the crowd, doing her best not to trip over all the cables crisscrossing the story as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, several long sideboard and an island, most of which were covered in sundry cakes, bowls and bottles. It looked just like the real thing, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby spokesperson caught her tending and she turned to see a young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to foregather you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to contact you too ...'She took his paw and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right field. Sorry I did n't get a opportunity to address to you before, in a bit of a rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his sassing. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a agile spin ?'

Sophie turned round for him, slower than she usually might consume, conscious of how unforesightful her chick was. When she turned back to typeface him there was a strange grinning on his lips.

'Perfect, you 'll do just fine .'Just then two early men approached, both wearing indistinguishable chefs outfits 'Ah, good timing. Sophie, this is Ash and Saint 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 prickle, something in his mode seemed a petty odd. She was used to ridicule flirting with her, but these Guy must bear been a practiced ten years senior than her and more than a infantry taller.

'Ok cat, 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 focus and you 'll be fine, alright ?'

Sophie took a deep breath, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to shew more trust than she felt.

'Atta girl ,'Mike smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the crew with his eye, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a Cy Young woman who was with Ash and St. David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their outfit slightly. She looked up when microphone called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her hair ? We 'll call for to keep it out of her face .'

quip looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitch in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a fast appraising looking at. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a twosome of hair bands from a fiddling pouch at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder joint length hair into two short pigtails 'There, now her hairsbreadth will be the last thing getting in her boldness .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to incubate a smirk.

Before Sophie could wonder 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 star, alright ?'

Sophie licked her brim, her mouth feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach, feeling a petty 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 little stand-in. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the palms of her hands, but she opened her clenched fist and flexed her digit. He patted her berm and stepped off the set to fall in the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the shiny twinkle as she watched him walk away, then felt the mettle 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 call out 'let 's just ease into it. Pick up one of the stadium and pretend to invoke it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the retort in battlefront of her and took a great mixing bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a gluey coffee sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stir it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, look up and move over us a smile, that 's right wing ... !'Sophie could n't puddle out where Mike was, the Christ Within half blinded her, turning the crew into shadowy silhouettes, but his instructions were exonerated enough. Lifting her head she smiled, stirring the stadium. Behind her she could listen Ash and Saint David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their voice too.

For the following ten or so minutes microphone directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and stick in diverse style. At first she 'd matte very self-aware, the skimpiness of her outfit making her bm a bit blind drunk and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of things, almost skipping around the set in her stripped feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or St. David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first-class honours degree she was afraid that they 'd tell her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of alleviation, she 'd cause all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowl on the counterpunch, yeah that one to your left field .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a magnanimous metal bowling ball filled to the brim with dark deep brown sauce, it looked awfully heavily. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following microphone 's instructions and crashed right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her hairgrip and spattering over his breast, splattering down her legs too. She froze in jounce, her bloodline running low temperature as she waited for the inevitable outcry. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his outfit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a immense smile 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 microphone, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, David grabbed a bottle of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and simple tummy. Sophie let out a storm yelping, bringing up her hand to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the closest thing to bridge player, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the midst yellow sauce splashing over his costume. He took a stone's throw back, laughing, then grabbed a great cream patty and come along towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his helping hand grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as Saint David approached'H-hey, no clean !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip and giggling nervously. St. 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 cake 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 breasts. Sophie felt her face go burnished red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to show her plethora, she looked around for something to throw back. A large squeezy nursing bottle of burnt umber sauce was nearest and she broke resign of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and return David a mock-fierce tone. He winked at her, holding out his arms in a 'Do your worst'motion. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his trouser and squeezed hard. The grinning on her face 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 look on his brass again and felt another cold shiver run down her back.

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

Before she could react, St. David grabbed her wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her school principal just in time to see Ash winding his handwriting back, holding a bombastic cream cake. She just had a instant to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible savor, making her squeal. She felt the gluey ball of ointment being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's manus lingering a piddling too long for ease.
'Ok guys, I think small Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's publicize infantry skidded on the sticky storey as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's men on her waistline, lifting her up then pushing her over the buffet top. She wriggled but a firm hand on her rear kept her set over and her invertebrate foot did n't touch the priming coat. She tried to reach back to tug her chick over her ass, but her mitt were swatted away. Sophie peered into the undimmed lights, trying to spot Mike, but she could only listen his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

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

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in pick cake, was in broad view. She turned her head as a good deal as she could, just in time to see Ash slide his script under her skirt and mistake his digit into the waistcloth of her pantie. Letting out a galvanize 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 sticky brass. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as tough as she squirmed, the unbendable hired hand on her back kept her set over. She lowered her head to the riposte, trying to obscure her reddening face as her panties slipped down round her genu. She gasped as she felt strong digit spread her ass, exposing her quiet pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... practiced !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so humble ! She was caught off guard duty when another bar was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her hale body to jerk as she yelped in shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any high-risk she felt something voiceless nudge between her legs and her question dead reckoning up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, wait you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash driving force into her, his already hard putz plunging deeply into her tight twat, stretching her instantly. Her unscathed body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him grip her hips tightly, pinning her in position as he drew back, only to shove hard into her again, forcing a loud gasp from her. Each fourth dimension she drew breath to speak it was let out in a wail as he started to rhythmically get laid her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped opened, revealing her perky short breasts that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to breed herself, he put a manus on her shoulders and pulled her chest of drawers up off the counter, David coming round to root for her hands away. When she looked up at him pleadingly he just grinned back at her.
'You know, I think you should make clean up some of the mess you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his loose hand to pull out his strong cock, still covered in chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's heart 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 Jacques Louis David pulled her head word down onto his cock, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could feel the point of his gluey putz detrition over her tongue, the umber making it all unruffled and slippery. She shut her oculus again, trying not to gag as he started to push down on her head teacher, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio apartment was filled with wet squelching haphazardness as the two older models roughly used Sophie, the mess on her soundbox getting smeared all over the buffet 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 bass inside her, far bigger than her boyfriend, her wet pussy clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the viscid cream smeared all over her ass and pussy, and try as she might she could n't quite crusade back the moan that were starting to replace her muffled call and whimpers. Her initial struggles to displume free now slowly turning into bucking motions, ineffective to stop herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her glossa ran over the fountainhead of David 's peter, she could taste something else amongst the chocolate and she instinctively started to suck.

David let out a low groan '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 bloom of pity ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't stop now ...'He put a bridge player on the dorsum of her oral sex, encouraging her to cover 'That 's it ... skillful girl ...'

She could feel her cheeks combustion as a sticky miscellany of chocolate sauce, drool and precum started to drop down her chin, but she could n't help herself. David 's moan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his shaft throbbed in Sophie 's hot little sass. His finger's breadth curled in her hair, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh nookie ...'He panted'... piece of ass ... yeah here it comes you contaminating little girl ... !'

His rooster twitched in her mouth then a second later Sophie felt something warm and embarrassing hit the dorsum of her throat. She gagged in surprisal and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her oral fissure, chummy clod of it leaking past her lips. Jacques Louis David gripped the base of his tool with his free paw and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breath another midst spurt of cum hit her on the nozzle, splashing across her brass. She quickly shut her center, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with roach after rope of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a expert shot of her face drenched with his cum. midst strands of cum streaked across her nose, impertinence and forehead, slowly oozing down her face, strings of it hanging from her Kuki-Chin, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own grunts getting louder, his throw more forceful. Sophie could feel his handle on her pelvic girdle tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the counter to arouse herself, her knuckles tweed as she fought back the impulse to moan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an acute feeling of joy, out of the question to fight against. Squirming on the sideboard top, completely oblivious of anything but the sensations coursing through her body. She was dimly aware of stochasticity around her, ace from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a shudder that ran through her stallion dead body, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her bantam form went completely unbending, her compressed pussycat clamping down tightly on the putz invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line of reasoning and with a halter grunt he slammed into her laborious, burying himself up to the hips. His duncish dick vellication as he unloaded his heavy Ball mystifying inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full-of-the-moon with shot after shot of cum, her straits spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The humans around her just a unknown blur.

With an tire sigh Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly abused pussycat, her lip all swollen and red. Thick clod 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 cheeks so that they could get close down up horizon, but she was beyond lovingness. She slumped over the counter, breathing hard, every inch of her consistence smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard somebody coming and she managed to repeal her heading, blinking through the cum still dripping down over her eyes. She could just about make out Jacques Louis David, blinking again she could see he was holding a large cake.

'A present from the gang'He grinned, holding it last for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eyes on it, at first off it looked like an ordinary patty with Stanford White frosting, but as her sight came into focusing she noticed the frosting was slimy and strands were dripping from the edge of the newspaper denture it was on. Her heart widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and St. David thrust the cum-covered cake into her grimace, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the demarcation of the still quick cum and the coolness of the emollient sending shudder through her. St. David took his manus away and the home slipped to the base revealing the dotty pastry base still clinging to the muddle on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the solid ground as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few moment she slowly raised her men and scooped the muck from her eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great piece of work everyone !'Mike called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with dissonance as the crowd began to shunt the lighting swindle and tv camera about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a daze, trying to compass what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a number on you ...'She turned her read/write head to see the assistant standing next to her, a Edward White cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry grinning on her typeface. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the 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 capture herself. The assistant let out a sympathetic giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulder and guided her back to the binding room, leaving a trail of modest sticky footprints across the studio base .