[MF] My Morning With Cinnamon [Cuckold] [Massive Tits]

A few months ago I had an old partner resurface in my life, and the brief time we spent together was remarkably, satisfyingly hot, so I thought I’d commit to to story form. I’m not going to bother getting into my history of this individual, but if folks truly crave the rich backstory and have way too much time on their hands, I spent something like an hour rambling about it nearly a year ago for GoneWildAudio, another sub I frequent. You can review my younger self’s sexual escapades with the woman in question [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/3vf2eh/m4a_cinnamon_story_rambling_interracial/) should you so choose.

I’ll also preface this with another tidbit – the woman in this story, who I have dubbed “Cinnamon” to protect the innocent, spent a lot of time praising the size of my dick. I have a love/hate relationship with recounting stories that in some way revolve around cock size – they are obviously hot and fun to read, but I’m not an idiot so I’m well aware that most folks who read a story written by an author who spends time talking about his monster dong are going to presume that dude is a self-congratulatory liar. So here’s the straight dope: I don’t have a godzilla cock. I don’t, in my opinion, even have a porn cock – at least, not the porn most people want to watch. If you saw my dick in a porn you’d go, “Eh.” You would think to yourself, “Well, this is porn, and that is a cock, but this is not a porn cock. This is a slightly above average, okay cock.”

I am maybe making a lot of assumptions about the level of consideration all of you give to the dicks you see in porn. My dick isn’t going to make anybody’s monacle pop off in alarm, let me just put it that way.

To Cinnamon, however, I had the Cock of Ages. So expect to see a lot of her praise.

Cinnamon surprised me with a visit several months back, but not in the sense of her randomly showing up – she messaged me the day before like a responsible person and asked if I was free because she was in town for some sort of conference.

Obviously I said I’d love to see her, and we made plans. I was excited for a multitude of reasons, but high on the list was the opportunity to see Cinnamon’s tits again, because they have been huge the entire time I’ve known her, and based on social media, they only grew since she and I had last seen each other. So if nothing else, I was expecting to see some very satisfying cleavage while we caught up.

We go to dinner and she had the girls on full display. They were beyond impressive. I don’t know what sort of witchcraft she has deployed over the years, but she somehow managed to get the vast majority of her gained weight to settle directly in her tits. She was big back when we used to hook up. She’s massive today – at one point she admitted that she has to special order her bras and they cost a small fortune. She’s wearing a dress that can barely contain her body and I am fighting not to start squirming right there in the restaurant.

So when she gets in touch with me, and we make our plans to catch up, I am honestly not expecting anything sexual to happen. And the reason I’m not expecting anything is because Cinnamon is married, and has been for years. She and I never worked out because she is very religious, and I am anything but. She found a man who matched her values, and I never begrudged her for that.

I’ll call her husband Chris. It’s not his real name, obviously. She joins me at the dinner table and immediately says, “Chris and I are separated.” I’m more than a little surprised. I have no issue with Chris. I’ve met him maybe once or twice and he seemed like a really okay guy. Good, solid god-fearing church-going man which was exactly what she always wanted. Worked hard, prayed hard. I found him very boring, but only in the way a very dependable, marriage material man can be sort of boring. In other words, a good catch.

Apparently I misread Chris a bit. All the stuff I just wrote is true, but what I didn’t know is Chris also likes to drink. A little too much. I didn’t gather from our conversation that he was ever physically abusive (I’d kill him), but as somebody who has been around alcoholics in the past, I’m well acquainted with the emotional and mental turmoil that comes from trying to live with that.

Cinnamon didn’t want to dwell on the reasoning behind the separation and I knew better than to get up in her business about it, so instead I just concentrated on having a nice evening and catching up on her and her family, aside from anything negative that may be going on. And it was during this conversation that it became very obvious that Cinnamon had designs on fucking me. Her conversation wanted to steer into reminiscing about our hook-ups, the subject of how large her tits had become, and how good I had made her feel in the past.

Suffice to say, she knew all the appropriate buttons to push on me, and I most certainly wanted what she was offering – sweet god, did I ever want it – but this ain’t Ross and Rachel playing around in New York City. There’s no “We were on a break” down here. This is the South, and separated ain’t divorced. So as bad as I wanted to pull that tight dress off Cinnamon, I couldn’t help but stress over how she’d feel later if maybe she decided that she could make things work with Chris – get him some help, fix the marriage. It was not beyond the pale; making the marriage work regardless of how shitty it becomes is ingrained in the DNA of her family culture and I knew that.

But then, here’s where I’m pretty horrible. Knowing that, I knew that literally all I had to say to shut the whole thing down was, “Cinnamon, you’re not divorced right now, I don’t want to do something that might hurt you.” And that would be it. Instead, I let her slide into the booth to sit right next to me and put her hand on my thigh in a position where her fingers rested right on the head of my cock as it pointed down my pant leg. And I let those fingers slowly tickle my cock head through my pants until I became fully and painfully hard, whereupon an approximation of this low, hushed conversation occurred –

Me: I’m not sure that this is a good idea.
Cinnamon: Are you really not sure?
Me: (still feeling her fingers on me) I’m…mostly not sure.
Cinnamon: Can I tell you a secret?
Me: I’m sort of afraid to say yes.
Cinnamon: (leaning in close to my ear, whispering) You’re much, much bigger than Chris.
Me: You’re killing me. You’re actually trying to murder me right now.

Basically, I did not say the combination of words that would guarantee she stop touching my cock, specifically because I did not want her to stop touching my cock. All I wanted was to pull her dress down and latch onto one of her incredibly thick nipples and just let the evening take me where it was keen to go.

However, I had one specific out that I knew I needed to employ. I told Cinnamon I needed to get home because my babysitter was an unpaid volunteer intern and she would not be okay with my impromptu date going into overtime. It’s a kushy gig, “watching” my daughter while she’s asleep – stocked fridge, lots of Netflix and Amazon Prime on the TV, shiatsu massage chair – but nobody signed on to stay in that environment until past midnight when there’s work the next day.

Yes, I have a child. That always seems to surprise folks, but I am a single dad and pretty focused on taking care of my kid, hence why the majority of my stories are past tense and this is a rarity. A welcome rarity, though. I am definitely down to spend an evening with a young woman who doesn’t want to talk about Paw Patrol. That’s the stuff dreams are made of.

Cinnamon was disappointed, but understanding. She’d already suggested that I come check out her hotel room. She’d even hinted that if I did come to her hotel room, my angry and straining cock would get an opportunity to test drive her much larger breasts. Cinnamon has grown and changed over the years into a very, very good seductress. She’s confident in what she wants and she clearly knows the shortcuts to get it. When she asked again if I was sure I didn’t want to check out her hotel, winking at me and slowly pushing two fingers into her own cleavage with a good natured laugh, I actually felt my cock throb bigger down my pant leg. I had to adjust myself as soon as her back was turned, but I’m still pretty positive she saw me do it, because me adjusting is not so different from me just outright wrestling my own dick into submission from most people’s perspective.

I’m bad at subtlety.

I admit I couldn’t resist giving Cinnamon a kiss when I walked her to her car. She was unlocking her door and I snuck in behind her to give her a quick peck on the cheek, but as soon as she saw what I was doing she pushed back against me so that her ass would rest right against my groin, and out of sheer habit my hands gripped her hips. And I definitely stayed in that position longer than I should have, kissing her neck in a parking lot under the night sky like a horny college kid.

I did break through my reverie and my perpetual libido enough to finally say goodnight. Begrudingly. Groaningly. It’s hard to remember much more of the goodbye dance because I couldn’t hear anything over my own penis screaming at me.

That was an intensely difficult night. Part of me was hoping that she’d mull things over, decide what she wanted and why she wanted it, and then follow through in a responsible manner. Another part of me hoped that she would just shoot me a text and ask me to come to her hotel immediately for an all I can eat pussy buffet.

Instead we had the [following text exchange](https://imgur.com/a/zYddu) the next morning.

(A note on the text message images – I know they are timestamped May, that is closer to when this actually happened and I was telling a friend about the event who had asked and is curious about my sexual exploits – I did not give her details that reveal the identity of Cinnamon at that time and will not do so now, just to head off any requests at the pass.)

So, let’s fast forward to the morning in question.

I had a message into work almost immediately that morning informing them I’d be in late. I have a ridiculous amount of paid leave at my disposal because I rarely take time off and everyone I work with knows I’m pretty private so they take it at face value if I have something going on and don’t tend to pry very much. I dropped my daughter off at daycare and went straight to Cinnamon’s hotel.

There was definitely a part of me that still thought maybe once I got there and the reality of my presence settled in that she might slow way down and re-evaluate. And truthfully I was still having second thoughts myself, primarily wondering if, after we had *all the sex*, she might reconcile with Chris and allow her guilt to distance herself from me forever. Not a pleasant idea and probably not what should have been on my mind given that the first text I received from Cinnamon that morning was literally “your cock my mouth get over here.”

I had designs on talking for a little bit to feel out the situation when I arrived at Cinnamon’s room, but she wasted absolutely zero time making out with me the moment I stepped across the threshold, and in less than five minutes she was on her knees and undoing my belt. The view was stupendous as she was dressed for work, with a short tight skirt and a blouse unbuttoned enough for those miles of cleavage to come shining through as I looked down at her.

My cock touched the air for maybe a second before she moaned out, “It’s so *big*,” and dove onto me, her mouth open as wide as it would go in an effort to immediately take me as deep as she possibly could. I think I’ve mentioned before that the number of women I’ve been with who could legitimately deepthroat me is actually very small, and I’d be lying if I said Cinnamon was included in that figure, but she certainly did everything in her power to join that club. I have never heard a woman gag so much on my cock. I actually stopped her several times because I didn’t want her to get sick. I am definitely not the kind of guy who gets off on a woman vomiting around my cock.

She was good. Much better than she was when we were first hooking up. I’m not sure Chris will ever realize what he missed out on through his behavior, because Cinnamon had clearly gotten quite a fair amount of practice over the years, and he’s the only guy who would have been the test dummy for those procedures.

I didn’t want to mention Chris while any of this was going on, but Cinnamon sure did. She had me halfway to exploding at one point when she popped off and once again reminded me, “You’re bigger than him.”

I groaned involuntarily, mostly from the fact that she had stopped sucking me to talk. “Is that what you like?” I asked her.

She nodded and then mumbled, “I used to think about you when I was fucking him.”

Okay, so elements of cuckold fantasy coming into play. It’s not my first rodeo on that sort of thing but I was a bit surprised to have it coming from Cinnamon. As is usual for me, I pushed a little to test the waters. “You like sucking on a real man’s cock?”

This question made Cinnamon squeal and gag on me for about the umpteenth time, forcing me to pull back a bit. I could see her knees pushing together and her thick thighs trying to rub which was all the response I needed. She was breathing heavy when she said, “You can take whatever you want, it’s all for you.”

I gripped the back of her neck gently and fed her my cock, thrusting between her lips while her hand stroked me. She started unbuttoning her blouse with her other hand and I straight up marveled at the engineers that must have designed her bra from a series of unseen pulleys and levers. She told me after all was said and done that she wears an N cup and not to ask how much her bra cost.

Needless to say, I found a way to transition into a titfuck. There was simply no way I was going to pass up the opportunity to put myself between the largest breasts I’ve ever personally seen. Sitting on the edge of the bed with Cinnamon on her knees between my legs, she was able to rest her breasts in my lap while also continuing to suck me, which is a definite 10/10 experience that I will never recreate as long as I live.

“I can’t do this with him,” Cinnamon said, lifting up. “He’s not big enough.”

“This is my new favorite,” I said honestly, stroking her cheek as her head bobbed up and down.

“God I love how big you are,” Cinnamon moaned, pulling off to nuzzle my cock and give the head slow, suckling kisses. “I need this dick in my life.”

“You’re about to have it everywhere else, so why not?” I said.

She licked and kissed around me while a wall of titflesh pressed into me from both sides. To say I was content would be an understatement, and she could tell, because she smiled up at me and said, “You like these boobs on you?”

“You know I do,” I replied.

She licked around my head again and said, “They’re still growing, baby.”

“Jesus,” I managed to get out. It was the best I could do.

Cinnamon went back to blowing me for a few minutes before popping off again and fluffing her breasts up against me. “Chris doesn’t like-”

“Chris is an idiot,” I growled, and my tone surprised even me. I gripped the back of Cinnamon’s head and guided her back to my throbbing cock. “Show me what he’s missing.”

“Mmm-hmm” she moaned around me as my hips thrust up against her, my cock sliding between her tits and into her waiting mouth again and again. She grunted each time I pushed between her lips. “Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.”

I was in heaven and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but Cinnamon didn’t move one inch when I told her I was going to cum. She just continued grunting with each solid thrust up into her mouth, a beautiful symphony for me to finish to.

She swallowed every drop, which is not something I asked her to do, but she seemed very happy with the process as she smiled after finally popping off and exclaimed, “Fuck, your big cock cums so much!”

A note on that: I do not agree that I cum in anything excess of the average amount for human men. To be honest, I don’t even find the *concept* of massive amounts of cum to be all that entrancing or sexy. I don’t begrudge folks who are into it, but it just seems like a lot to clean up and deal with during the post-orgasm time. I already have a child so I wouldn’t even feel slighted if I could have the orgasm sensation without the ensuing mess. “Why didn’t you cum anything?” my partner will ask. “You’re welcome,” I’ll reply.

Cinnamon does *not* swear, so hearing her drop an F-bomb had me hard again almost instantaneously. I wasted no time getting her skirt off. I wanted to simply pull it up around her hips but it was just too tight – it had to go.

I knelt down to begin eating her out but she stopped me and looked embarrassed. “Can we not do that?” she asked sheepishly. I realized that I’d maybe only eaten out Cinnamon once or twice and I couldn’t recall if she’d liked it or not. Her demeanor seemed to suggest she wasn’t into it so I backed off. “Are you sure?” I asked, and she nodded. I won’t pretend to understand women that don’t want me to eat pussy, but I’m not about to push anyone to do something that makes them uncomfortable.

Eager to get the mood back, I began kissing her neck. Her hand dipped down between us and began stroking me as she whispered, “I’m really wet, baby. I’m dripping”

She wasn’t kidding. My fingers reached out to touch her thighs and I could feel her juices running down them. I growled in her ear, “Bend over the bed. Now.”

She complied.

I took in the sight of Cinnamon’s big ass for a moment, wondering what amazing thing I did in another life, when she suddenly turned back to look at me and asked, in the same sheepish tone of voice she’d used when asking me not to lick her, “Do you want my ass?”

I blinked. That was the absolute last thing I expected. I’m honestly not a big fan of anal sex but there was something about the exceedingly submissive way she asked, coupled with the volume *of* ass on display, that made me begin to seriously consider it.

I think she sensed my internal debate, because she put a hand on one of her cheeks and spread it apart so I could take a look at what she had on offer. “You can have it if you want it,” she said, then quickly added, “But go slow, only Chris has been in there and you’re bigger.”

If she had not mentioned all the spaces Chris had been, I’m pretty sure I would have broken my “no anal” rule and seen just how much of me she could accomodate, but as much as I’m willing to entertain fetishes and kinks of the cuck variety, I was getting a little tired of “outdoing” her ex husband in the sex department and wanted her to just focus on being with me.

Still, her ass was a goddamn delight, so I settled myself between her cheeks and fucked against them for several strokes, making her laugh. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t tell me I’m weird because I found a fun way to enjoy this ass,” I responded.

“I *thought* you were going to put it in,” she snarked at me.

“I don’t think you can handle it,” I teased, slapping my cock down against each of her ass cheeks.

I saw her bite her lip. “Maybe not,” she said. “I think you might be too big.”

I smiled at her. “Is the ass still growing too?”

She laughed. “You wish. I mean, it kind of is just because I gained weight, but no. Not like my boobs.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I said, teasing myself up and down her slit. “Tell me more.”

She squirmed against me, her hands clenching the sheets of her hotel bed tightly. “My boobs just keep getting bigger,” she said in a shaky voice, her ass shifting to try and push herself back into my cock. I continued to tease her.

“That sounds rough,” I said, in a tone of voice that suggested I did not think there was anything rough about it.

“I kind of wish they’d stop,” Cinnamon said with a sigh. She lifted up slightly and gathered her tits underneath her before pressing down, allowing them to flatten out in a spectacular way. “But I also kind of don’t want them to stop. Does that make sense?”

I finally pressed inside Cinnamon slowly, causing her to gasp and moan. She was ridiculously, amazingly tight. So tight that I had to move at a glacial pace or risk hurting her. About halfway inside her I saw her leg start to tap a bit, as though she’d suddenly contracted restless leg syndrome. “I think I can relate to that feeling,” I whispered, leaning over her from behind.

“Mmmm,” Cinnamon moaned into the mattress. “You want ’em bigger, boo?”

“I wouldn’t complain,” I said, slipping even further inside her.

“Chris don’t like ’em,” she said quickly. “He wanted me to get a reduction because people are always looking.”

“Let ’em look.”

I pushed in more and she sighed at the feeling of being stretched slowly. I was working my way in little by little. “I never told him that I like them like this. They feel good. Do you want them to get bigger?”

I was sweating. There was a lot to focus on at once. I breathed heavily as I continued my slow trek to bottoming out inside Cinnamon, but still responded honestly. “You should be able to decide what you want about your own body. If you like them, you should keep them the way they are, but if they bother you, don’t let somebody tell you it’s wrong to try and fix it if you can.”

Cinnamon sighed as she felt me *finally* hit bottom. My hands had a white knuckle grip on her hips and it was taking all of my willpower to keep from suddenly fucking her as hard as I could.

“I’m gonna keep ’em, boo,” she said with a smile back at me. “Even if they get bigger.”

“More to love,” I said.

“More to fuck, is what you meant,” she said, laughing, and then put a hand over her mouth to stop the swear she just emitted, which was the absolute cutest.

I continued a slow thrust inside her, pulling back until just the head remained inside, and then pressing forward until I once again hit the end of her tunnel. In just a few long strokes I felt her entire pussy clamp down on me at once and saw her body shudder. She hadn’t made a peep but I knew she’d just cum.

“You’re big,” she muttered into the sheets. “So big.”

“You love it,” I said confidently, pausing as deep as I could go so she could feel how full she was.

She looked back at me and her face was full of a mix of lust and something else. “You’re in so much deeper than him,” she said. “You got me stretched out more than he ever could. You’re the biggest, boo. Biggest I ever had.”

I groaned in spite of myself. She was pushing my buttons and it was working exceedingly well. I felt my cock throb inside her.

She felt it as well, “God*damn*, boy, I forgot you get bigger.” Throbbing isn’t the same as getting bigger, but who am I to argue semantics? She began bouncing her ass back against me at her own pace. “Boy, take me. Show me what that big dick do. Gimme what I *need*.”

I’m nothing if not compliant when given a direct order, and even though I knew Cinnamon was dealing with some emotions, I can also recognize when the immediate cure is fucking, so I officially went to town. I raised my hand up high and brought it down against her ass cheek like a crack of thunder, causing her to yelp and groan, moving her hips harder as I picked up my own pace. I’m not going to lie – I fucked her *hard*, possibly harder than I have ever fucked another woman. I fucked her with very little regard for how deep I was going, and as a result I’m sure I smashed against her cervix a few times, but at no point did she slow down or give me any indication that I should slow down either. I felt her pussy *spasming* on my dick. I have no idea how many times she came. Her arm was underneath her, rapidly stroking her own clit almost the entire time.

I finally began to pass the point of no return, giving her the sign that I was going to cum. She scrambled off of me and settled down on her knees, lifting her tits up as high as she could. She didn’t say a word. Just sat there with her tits on display, silently asking me to cum on them.

I obliged, stroking out my exceptionally average orgasm onto her breasts like some sort of porn star. She leaned forward when I was done and kissed the tip of my cock lovingly.

We took a shower together that wound up lasting quite a while because she once again decided to start sucking my cock. Three orgasms in one session? Sure, I like a good hat trick. I wasn’t able to cum in the shower but did finally get there when she continued sucking me on her hotel bed afterwards, lazily working me in and out of her mouth while staring up at me. She nuzzled my cockhead against her cheek and said, “If your dick was any bigger you wouldn’t be able to fit in my mouth.”

Like I said, she knows my buttons. I reached out to the back of her head and pulled her back onto me. I started fucking her mouth nice and slow after that, and she swallowed every drop of my cum like a good girl, even going so far as to lick her lips and clean the head of my cock to a polish. As always, I ended a tryst with Cinnamon fully satisfied.

From there I was just delaying the inevitable goodbye. I curled up next to her and sucked her nipples as long as she would let me, which I suspect would have been forever, but she needed to get on with her day so she could catch her flight and I needed to get to work. It was a sad goodbye. I told her to keep in touch. And from there, straight to work.

So what’s happened, months later? Not a lot, I’ll be honest. I’ve talked to her a bit on social media but I’ve been given no indication that she plans on divorcing her husband, which is sad but somewhat expected. I’m just happy she hasn’t ghosted on me, to be perfectly honest, as that was one of my fears from the very beginning. I don’t know what the future holds for Cinnamon, but I can say with certainty if she ever decides to wander through my neck of the woods again I am *very* open for a repeat of that particular adventure.

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