Then the throaty voiced man ran his finger under her chin lifting her head to his hooded face. And as she lowered her eyes in submission he reached down and quickly squeezed her pussy once more making her squirm and moan again as he added, "Oh my friend, Cher is very, very good at obeying horny men at Christmas time. In fact, she is especially good at being naughty and nice. Aren't you little slut?"
Her head snapped up again as she looked intensely at the hooded man, trying to see his eyes, his lips, his hair, or anything familiar. She still couldn't place where she knew his voice from or who he was. But she thought she must know him from somewhere to have this eerie nagging suspicion in the back of her mind. It puzzled her immensely that she could not place the familiar sounding voice. And how did he know the things he alluded to?
Once again she demanded, "Who are you?"
But the man with the raspy voice only rolled with laughter as he held his thick naked belly that shook and shook. And then, still laughing as the other men joined in the amusement, he again held his finger to the side of his nose and nodded to Cher before moving to the side as the other men gathered around.
Feeling a little bold she stomped a bare foot and looked at him sternly as she again insisted, "Who are you really?"
Then in a flash the man with the raspy voice stopped laughing. He stepped forward again and grabbed her hair roughly. He pulled her face close to his, and then he slid his thick finger into her slit. He rubbed her clit hard and fast until she began to breathe hard. She began to whimper, and then when her thighs began to tense up he quickly removed his hand as he challenged her, "You were told not speak unless spoken to, weren't you, you naughty bitch?"
"Yes Sir," she sobbed in frustration as she tried to move her pussy back toward his hand.
"And you know Santa will take a switch to disobedient little girls' bare asses don't you?" he asked. And then he quickly stuck his finger into her slit again and squeezed her cunt firmly at the same time. She cried out in lust as she pressed her knees together, trapping his hand between her thighs.
"And I am sure Santa knows what a nice and nasty, naughty, wicked little slut you are," he growled as he pinched her pussy hard.
"Aaaiieee!" she squealed
Hearing her cry out once again he chuckled as he growled in her ear, "Well hold that thought until we can join you little one. And if you are a good girl you just might get spanked and fucked at the same time."
And then suddenly the man with the raspy voice said, "Hmmm, who wants to spank and fuck this nasty girl?"
"I do," one man spoke up, "And, I think it's my turn."
"Very well," the man with the raspy voice said as he stepped aside.
The man who had spoken grabbed Cher's hair hard, pulling her back a little as he motioned to another man who seemed to be the biggest one of the group. The larger man quickly got down on his hands and knees.
And then the man, who was holding her hair, in one swift movement, pulled her roughly onto her back on the carpet. He straddled her body and then someone gave him a length of soft red rope, which he used to bind her hands quickly and tightly. He then pulled her bound hands up over her head as the other man on the floor grabbed them, pressing and holding them tightly to the floor.
They had done it so fast that her mind hardly had time to register what was happening. But apparently her pussy had been paying attention because a huge body rush ran directly to her clit making her cunt burn in her need to be ravished immediately. And feeling the naked genitals of the man on her chest made her naughty slit literally drip with desire.
She looked at the man with her mouth open and moaned lustily in surprise. Then not wasting a second, and before she could close her mouth, the man moved up further on her body trapping her neck with his knees and he leaned over and shoved his stiff cock between her lips as he snapped, "Suck my cock slut."
Cher obeyed instinctively as her lips closed around the thick dick that was already stretching her cheeks as it tried to slide into her throat. She closed her lips around his erection as he pumped his engorged flesh in and out of her mouth and she sucked on him obediently.
He fucked her mouth quickly and easily. And because he was not pounding hard she was able to relax her throat and admit him further into the hot velvety softness of her lips and cheeks. She licked and sucked contentedly as he slid his rigid man meat up and down on her pretty face, fucking in and out of her soft lips. And then he started riding her face faster and deeper sliding his cock in and out over and over.
He moaned with every thrust as she sucked his cock. And each moan and every plunge made her pussy drip more and more, until she was gyrating her hips and humping the air in her intense need to feel him inside of her. She began to moan and squeal quietly to let him know the urgency of her need.
Then as if he had read her mind, he seemed to slowly and reluctantly pull his cock from her soft lips. And as soon as she felt the gentle plop of his soft scrotum on her chest she breathlessly groaned, "Oh please Sir, please fuck me. Please, I am slave hot and my need is great."
But instead of rewarding her with his stiff prick he only backed up until he was straddled over her pussy with his huge soft balls and cock resting right on top of her crotch. He rotated his hips, pressing his hot stuff down seductively onto her smooth pussy, until she was mewling and sighing to his lewd lustful grinding.
"Please fuck me Sir, please," she begged again.
But suddenly he smacked her face startling her out of her erotic reverie. She looked at him with shock and then he smacked her other cheek. It didn't really hurt, but she was taken aback by his abruptness. She had never been slapped in the face like that before, and instead of making her angry it only served to make her hornier.
"Shut up whore," the man snapped. "You were told not to speak unless spoken to weren't you?"
"Yes Sir," she simpered.
"Then I think you need to be punished," he growled. And he immediately began to smack her titties with his huge hands. He spanked one tit then the other over and over, turning her on immensely. Each time he spanked a little harder until she was once again whining and wriggling lasciviously against his cock and balls.
"Oh no you don't bitch," he snapped and quickly stood up over her. She wanted to grab him and pull him back onto her so she could feel the thrill of his weight on her body again. But the other man was still holding her bound wrists to the floor above her head, and try as she might she could not budge his hands from the rope.
"Oh please Sir. Please don't go, please, please fuck me with your strong powerful shaft." And then remembering what her Master had said earlier about her talking like a slut she looked up at the man and licked her lips seductively.
