Bound in the Blue Horse: Natasha’s Cuckold Inferno

The motel room reeks of stale smoke and fresh latex. Natasha shoves me onto the wooden chair. Heart hammers. She yanks my wrists back, ropes biting skin. Ankles next, thighs splayed wide. My cock throbs, exposed, defiant. She glares. ‘No erection until I say.’ Impossible. Her robe drops. Black latex shorts hug her shaved pussy, zipper gleaming. Thigh-high boots climb her calves, squeezing firm muscle. Latex jacket frames bare tits, nipples hard peaks. Sweat beads on her neck. She sprawls on the bed, legs spread. Zipper rasps open. Fingers plunge into slick folds. Moans mix with porn groans from the TV—cuckold watches wife gangbanged. My pulse races, veins burn. Knock at the door. Panic surges. She opens it. Tall stranger, muscled, huge flaccid cock swinging. Bâillon gags me. Rage boils. I topple the chair, crash to carpet. Humiliation sears. He rights me. Natasha strokes his thickening monster. ‘Look, love. Bigger than yours.’ Jealousy claws my gut. Yet my dick surges rock-hard. Heart thuds wild. Skin fever-hot. I surrender to the watch.