Sophie was alone in the medical dressing room, and she was a bundle of nerve. This was the first time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a picayune 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 little scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the dressing room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to wear, but looking it over just made her stomach stumble. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling clothes for websites and the care, but this was very different. Her agentive role had told her that he 'd booked her to do a dead motion picture for a catering company 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 diaphragm bare, a short frilly skirt with pink lacing and a microscopic proscenium. Even speculative the entirely underwear they 'd provided was a pair of lacey white pantie. 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 rap at the room access and the assistant called through 'Five minute of arc, sweetie !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a fuss could well itch her fortune of getting a new contract. She chewed her lip, then made up her intellect and started to get changed as ready as she could, tossing her dress onto a death chair and slipping into the costume.

A few instant later she was examining herself in the full length mirror and her doubts were coming back impregnable than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the skirt was so short that she was in danger of flashing her pantie 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 effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of fault when her agent had sent her measurements over ? Just then the door opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're quick. Come on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the room before she had a prospect to afford her sass 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 indicate her nerves, picking her way through the crew, doing her best not to trip over all the cable's length crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the lights was a kitchen, various long rejoinder and an island, most of which were covered in assorted bar, bowlful and nursing bottle. It looked just like the really thing, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby articulation caught her attention and she turned to see a young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to fulfil you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, pleased to take on you too ...'She took his helping hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the theatre director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's right hand. Sorry I did n't get a chance to mouth to you before, in a bit of a rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you cave in me a quick spin ?'

Sophie turned round for him, slower than she usually might induce, conscious of how poor her wench was. When she turned back to face him there was a foreign smiling 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 Jacques Louis David, your co-stars .'

Sophie was a little storm, 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 certainly'respond Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little shiver run down her spine, something in his style seemed a small odd. She was used to blackguard flirting with her, but these guys must have been a good ten years quondam than her and Sir Thomas More than a foot taller.

'Ok hombre, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and Jacques Louis 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 molding, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new gift, just keep up direction and you 'll be OK, alright ?'

Sophie took a mysterious intimation, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to show 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 centre, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a Brigham Young cleaning 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 need to keep it out of her face .'

Sally looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the street corner of her mouth twitch in a half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quickly appraising look. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a pair of hair lot from a little sack at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's berm length hair into two short pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the last thing getting in her face .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to shroud a smirk.

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

Sophie licked her mouth, her mouth feeling a minuscule dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her best to smile as Ash and Mike watched her coming, feeling a little restless 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 trivial relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the laurel wreath of her hand, but she opened her fists and flexed her finger's breadth. He patted her shoulder and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the shining 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 call out 'let 's just facilitate into it. Pick up one of the bowls and pretend to shake 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 large mixture bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a viscous chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stimulate it, impressed at the care to detail.

'Great, search up and give us a grin, that 's rightfield ... !'Sophie could n't make out where microphone was, the lights half blinded her, turning the crew into vague silhouettes, but his educational activity were all the way enough. Lifting her caput 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 region too.

For the side by side ten or so proceedings microphone directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and pose in various way. At first she 'd matte up very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit qualification her bowel movement a bit buckram and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow rate of things, almost skipping around the set in her denudate metrical foot. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or Jacques Louis David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At maiden she was afraid that they 'd tell her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a suspiration 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 field .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a prominent alloy sports stadium filled to the brim with glum chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both hired hand, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following Mike 's instruction and crashed right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her handle and splashing over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in shock, her blood running cold 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 huge 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 befuddlement, Jacques Louis David grabbed a bottle of hemangioma simplex sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare potbelly. Sophie let out a surprise yelp, bringing up her hired hand to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the close thing to deal, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the thick chickenhearted sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a enceinte cream cake and advanced towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to second away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his deal grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his grip and giggling nervously. David stopped right in front of her and raised the cake. Sophie screwed her centre shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the patty squish over her chest of drawers. She opened her eyes to see David grinning as he rubbed the mess over her top, his bridge player pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her facial expression go brilliant red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to depict her superfluity, she looked around for something to shed back. A enceinte squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's clutch, grabbed it and leave David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his arms in a 'Do your uncollectible'motion. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his pant and squeezed hard. The grin on her font 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 look again and felt another inhuman shiver run down her back.

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

Before she could react, David grabbed her wrists and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her head just in time to see Ash winding his deal back, holding a large cream bar. She just had a moment to steady herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an hearable smack, making her squeal. She felt the embarrassing clumps of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's hired man lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok Guy, I think minuscule Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's bare feet skidded on the embarrassing flooring 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 counter top. She wriggled but a steadfast hand on her backrest kept her set over and her ft did n't touch the terra firma. She tried to reach back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hands were swatted away. Sophie peered into the hopeful lights, trying to spot Mike, but she could only hear his part as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, good ! Get some snap round the back, we want a goodness opinion of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in full view. She turned her headspring as lots as she could, just in time to see Ash slide his manus under her skirt and slip his fingers into the waistband of her panties. 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 sticky cheeks. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as severe as she squirmed, the firm hired hand on her back kept her bent over. She lowered her head teacher to the counter, trying to obliterate her reddening face as her panties slipped down round her knees. She gasped as she felt strong fingers spread her ass, exposing her smoothen pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... near !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off precaution when another bar was spanked onto her air ass, causing her solid body to yank as she yelped in shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any big she felt something intemperately nudge between her legs and her headland shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, await you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already intemperately putz plunging inscrutable into her taut pussy, stretching her instantly. Her altogether body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing hint. She felt him grip her coxa 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 breather to speak it was let out in a plaint as he started to rhythmically make love her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her thin top until the ruined material ripped heart-to-heart, revealing her buoyant lilliputian boob that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to continue herself, he put a mitt on her berm and pulled her chest up off the counter, Saint David coming unit of ammunition 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 people hand to root for out his hard cock, still covered in chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's center widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to sophisticate 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 lip and stifling her groans.

She could feel the head of his sticky cock rubbing over her glossa, the chocolate making it all liquid and slippery. She shut her eyes again, trying not to gag as he started to tug down on her head, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching racket as the two older models roughly used Sophie, the mess on her consistency 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 turncock buried recondite 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 pussy, and try as she might she could n't quite push back the moans that were starting to replace her muffled cries and whimpers. Her initial struggle to extract gratuitous now slowly turning into bucking apparent movement, ineffective to stop herself from pushing back against each thrusting. Her tongue ran over the head of David 's rooster, she could taste something else amongst the chocolate and she instinctively started to suck.

St. 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 flush of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't stop now ...'He put a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... good fille ...'

She could feel her cheeks burning as a sticky concoction of chocolate sauce, drivel and precum started to drip down her Kuki, but she could n't help herself. David 's groan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his peter throbbed in Sophie 's hot minuscule back talk. His fingerbreadth curled in her hair's-breadth, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh nookie ...'He panted'... roll in the hay ... yeah here it comes you dirty little girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her mouthpiece then a second later Sophie felt something warm and sticky hit the cover of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to swallow but them there was another squirt that filled her oral fissure, buddy-buddy clod 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 compact spurt of cum hit her on the nozzle, splashing across her cheeks. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yip as her face was painted with R-2 after circle of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, St. David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a ripe shot of her human face drenched with his cum. Thick fibril of cum streaked across her nose, cheeks and frontal bone, slowly oozing down her face, chain of it hanging from her Kuki, swaying as Ash continued to fuck her, his own grunts getting louder, his diagonal more forceful. Sophie could feel his grip on her coxa tightening, her own soundbox responding to his peter plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the comeback to brace herself, her knuckles egg white as she fought back the urge to moan out loud. She could find something building inside her, an intense opinion of pleasure, inconceivable to fight back against. Squirming on the tabulator top, completely oblivious of anything but the sensations coursing through her body. She was dimly mindful of noise around her, ones from behind her getting louder, but she was losing controller. With a shudder that ran through her entire body, she arched her back and cried out, oculus squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her diminutive form went completely unbending, her tight cunt clamping down tightly on the pecker invading her.

That pushed Ash over the line and with a gag grunt he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the hips. His midst cock twitching as he unloaded his heavy glob deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped wide-cut with shot after barb of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an exhausted sigh Ash slumped back, his cock slipping out of her thoroughly ill-treat slit, her lips 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 hoi polloi moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheek so that they could get close up views, but she was beyond lovingness. She slumped over the rejoinder, breathing hard, every inch of her dead body smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

After a moment she heard someone approach path and she managed to elevate her forefront, blinking through the cum still dripping down over her middle. She could just about make out David, blinking again she could see he was holding a vauntingly cake.

'A present tense from the gang'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry center on it, at first it looked like an ordinary cake with White River icing, but as her sight came into focus she noticed the frosting was slimy and strands were dripping from the edge of the paper 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 steamy goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still warm cum and the coolness of the cream sending shivers through her. Saint David took his hand away and the plate slipped to the storey revealing the cracked pastry dough base still clinging to the flock on her human face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the basis as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few mo she slowly raised her hands and scooped the gunk from her eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great oeuvre everyone !'microphone called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with racket as the crew began to shunt the light rigs and tv camera 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 next to her, a Andrew Dickson White cotton plant dressing nightie 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 feet hit the floor her leg almost buckled beneath her and she had to catch herself. The assistant let out a likeable giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulder joint and guided her rear to the dressing room, leaving a trail of small awkward footprints across the studio floor .