Seeking Redemption

Chapter 1

The sight of her in the water was captivating. Her truly substantial frame moved with surprising agility, each stroke powerful yet fluid, sending impressive ripples across the serene surface of the lake. Sunlight danced on the droplets that cascaded from her dark hair and her gloriously wide shoulders, highlighting the impressive curve of her large 40DD breasts as she moved. Her strong arms pulled her through the depths with ease, and even from the shore, I could sense the immense power originating from her thick torso and the drive of her weighty thighs kicking beneath the surface.

The way her large, round ass shifted and swayed with each stroke was a hypnotic display of her feminine power. The movement of her large tummy created gentle swells in the water, and the overall effect was a display of raw, untamed power, yet somehow also serene, as if this magnificent BBW was completely at one with the tranquil water. The way the sunlight caught the generous curve of her back and the pronounced sway of her full hips and weighty thighs even in the water was mesmerizing, a testament to her undeniable beauty and commanding presence. I watched, captivated, as this formidable, large woman moved through her element with such effortless command.


She returned from the lake, water beading on her skin, and walked straight towards me. Her truly substantial frame moved with a focused intensity in her honeyed gaze, a predatory grace in her movements, like a tigress approaching her prey. I stood up instinctively as she came closer, acknowledging her position as the owner, the memory of her power and the recent intimacy still fresh in my mind. The air crackled with unspoken tension.
She was not one for niceties, a woman who knew her desires and how to claim them. Without so much as a glance to acknowledge my instinctive servitude, she reached out, her hand encompassing my cock. It responded instantly to her touch, eager and alive.

A flicker of dissatisfaction crossed her honeyed eyes. While my response was immediate, it clearly didn't meet her expectations for fullness. Without a word, her intent became clear. She gestured sharply towards the soft sand where I had been lying moments before, her gaze demanding compliance. The expectation was palpable: I was to understand and resume my prone position without hesitation.
However, my mind was still reeling, trying to decipher her unspoken desires. The slight hesitation, the momentary slowness in my reaction, was all it took. Her patience, as I was quickly learning, was thin. With a sudden surge of her considerable strength, she placed a firm hand on my chest and shoved. The force of the push, combined with my still somewhat unsteady stance, sent me sprawling backwards onto the soft, yielding sand. The unexpectedness of the action took my breath away.

As I landed on the soft sand, her large foot settled firmly on my chest, the pressure carefully calculated, a clear demonstration of her control. Cool droplets of lake water dripped from her skin onto my chest and stomach, a sensory reminder of her recent swim and my current prone position. She looked down at me, her honeyed gaze conveying a silent reprimand, emphasizing that my delay had necessitated her direct action. I met her eyes, offering an unspoken apology, a promise to be more attuned to her desires in the future. A subtle shift in her expression indicated acceptance. Slowly, deliberately, she traced her large foot down my torso, the gentle pressure a sensual threat.

A slow smile stretched across Segi's full lips as she watched my reaction. Her honeyed eyes, half-lidded with satisfaction, held a knowing gleam. There was a clear enjoyment in her gaze, a palpable pleasure in the absolute control she wielded. It wasn't just about dominance; it was the undeniable confirmation of my eager responsiveness, the visible proof of how easily she could elicit such a visceral reaction from me. Her expression seemed to say, "Yes, you are mine to command, and the simplicity of your surrender is… gratifying."

Her large foot cradled my cock, a warm, damp weight. Her heel traced the underside, firm and deliberate. Then, her toes splayed, the soft pads pressing against my glans. A slow rotation began, her foot grinding sensually, the varying textures igniting my nerves. It was pure, controlled pleasure dictated by her touch. It continued its downward journey, sliding over my stomach, until her toes brushed against my already responsive cock. With slow, deliberate strokes of her foot, she coaxed it to full, throbbing hardness.

Satisfied with my hardness, Segi lifted her foot and stood over me, her honeyed gaze locking onto mine. It was a direct, intense stare, a silent command that brooked no disobedience. Her truly massive BBW frame, a glorious expanse of womanly curves and substantial weight, loomed above me, making me feel utterly small and hers. Her imposing figure radiated expectation, a clear indication that it was time for me to deliver, to provide the returns for her sensual efforts. Her eyes seemed to say, "You better be good now."

Then, with a fluid motion that belied her size, she reached down and pulled my legs upwards, bending them at the knees towards my chest, effectively presenting my erect cock to her. She leaned forward, settling into the amazon position, and slowly, deliberately, guided my hardness into her. Her pussy enveloped me completely, a sensation that was neither hesitant nor overly eager, but filled with a confident assurance. As she leaned further, her magnificent breasts, large and yielding, dangled enticingly above my face, their weight a tangible presence in the charged air.

She swiftly pulled her long, dark hair back and secured it, the movement revealing her face in stark clarity. Her large, hungry eyes and full, generous lips were now directly in my line of sight, inches away. She allowed me to grip her massive, muscular thighs for purchase. Leaning further forward, she braced her hands on my knees, slowly shifting her considerable weight downwards, allowing her body to fully embrace my length.

Then, she began to thrust. Each movement was primal, a slow, deliberate piston-like action that built pressure with every inch she took. These were not the delicate, measured thrusts, they were wild and untamed, born of a life lived close to the earth, a raw, visceral claiming with no hint of reservation. With each powerful downward motion, a wave of her scent washed over me – a raw, primal aroma, deeply rustic and earthy, the very essence of the untamed wilderness she commanded. This potent fragrance enveloped my mind, an intoxicating and utterly arousing sensory layer to the intense physical act. There were no half-measures in her rhythm, only the full commitment of a powerful woman, each thrust a testament to her warrior spirit and the demanding nature of her existence. She slammed herself onto me harder and harder, her weight and momentum creating a pressure I had never conceived of, a deep, all-encompassing sensation that stole my breath and threatened to overwhelm my senses.

Her expression was one of pure, unadulterated relish. Her large eyes, focused and intent, held a fierce hunger, and a satisfied smirk played on her full lips with every deep connection. There seemed to be an inexhaustible wellspring of energy in her movements, a sense that she could continue this relentless rhythm for hours on end. I tried to match her pace, to meet her primal intensity, but somewhere along the way, her sheer power overwhelmed me. My control shattered, and a long, involuntary shudder wracked my body as my cock erupted, unleashing a thick stream of wild cum deep within her.

The instant my release flooded her, her eyes snapped open, the languid pleasure instantly replaced by a chilling fury. Her honeyed gaze, moments before filled with lust, now burned with a raw, betrayed anger. It was as if I had broken an unspoken rule, committed an egregious offense by reaching my climax before her, without her explicit command. Her large hand shot out, grasping a fistful of my hair, the sudden, brutal grip yanking my head back. Fear, sharp and cold, pierced through the lingering haze of pleasure as I stared into her enraged eyes. Slowly, deliberately, she dismounted, her movements heavy with displeasure, and her gaze dropped to my limp, spent member, her expression a mixture of disgust and cold disappointment.

She turned abruptly, her powerful voice booming across the tranquil lake as she yelled out, calling to someone unseen. A wave of panic washed over me, and I stammered out apologies, the words tumbling over each other, fueled by a potent cocktail of fear and self-loathing at my premature climax. Segi turned back, her gaze now devoid of its initial rage, replaced by a cold, flat dissatisfaction. With a curt gesture, she silenced my pleas, her eyes conveying a profound disappointment, the look of a skilled artisan who had invested time and effort into a flawed piece. I stood up, head bowed awaiting her next action.

Moments later, a younger woman came running into view. She was around my age, perhaps twenty-something, and possessed a substantial frame herself, likely tipping the scales around two hundred and fifty pounds. Segi addressed her in rapid, guttural tones, their unfamiliar language a stark reminder of my alien surroundings. As she spoke, Segi punctuated her instructions with sharp gestures, pointing directly at me and then emphatically towards the left. Without so much as a glance in my direction, Segi turned and strode away, her imposing figure disappearing into the surrounding foliage, leaving me alone with the new girl - Tigzy.

Tigzy held a stern demeanor under Segi's gaze, but the moment her leader was gone, a playful smirk touched her lips. She approached me with a curious stride, her eyes dropping to my limp cock. A soft chuckle escaped her as she gave it a brief inspection, clearly entertained by my failure. Then, her gaze lifted to mine, catching my undoubtedly servile and embarrassed expression, and a light, unrestrained giggle bubbled forth from her lips. With a firm, open-handed slap to my ass, a gesture that felt more like a playful reprimand than true anger, she gestured with her head towards the left, a clear silent command for me to follow.

My mind raced, a knot of apprehension tightening in my stomach. Segi's terse instructions to Tigzy, delivered in their strange tongue and punctuated by pointed gestures, left a heavy cloak of uncertainty. What fate awaited me now? Was this a path to further punishment, a task designed to test my worthiness, or something else entirely? I trudged along behind Tigzy, my steps slow and heavy with a mixture of fear and morbid curiosity, the unknown stretching out before me like a shadowy forest. Yet, amidst the fear and embarrassment, a flicker of determination ignited within me. Despite my failure, despite Segi's obvious displeasure, a strange sense of reverence had taken root. I was determined to redeem myself in her eyes, to prove that I was not the disappointing specimen she now likely believed me to be.

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1. How do you think Segi will make sure i perform better next time?

2. What is Tigzy upto?

3. How will i redeem myself?

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