Published on April 4, 2009

Top Doms, Sidney Cummings, an African-American Goddess and Mark Bryant, a man with a body that was chiseled from a slab of solid hotness, have a score to settle. Who will be the first to beg? With both of their reputations on the line, this is going to be a fight to the very end.

This story is sensual, sexy, and HOT...you've been warned

Beg Me

IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Shameless Indulgence

Modern art wasn’t Sidney Cummings taste nor was standing in and drafty semi vacant gallery while the posh voiced examined the collections. She was the top female dominatrix on the East coast who also happened to be African American. She awaited Mark Bryant, the East coast's top male Dom. What had began as a sparing match between two of their submissives 6 months ago had spun into a heated feud in their communities.

If pitted against one another, who would be the first to beg?

They were evenly matched. Their cliental list read like a who’s who of upper crust society. Both were 15 year seasoned Doms. Both processed exceedingly powerful personalities with sexual energy pouring from them. Sidney had a reputation of getting inside of her client’s heads, needling them until they’d do anything to please her. She didn’t use fear; she used her calculating womanly charm. Making them feel as if they were the only one that could make her happy. And once she had them under her spell she’d use it get what she wanted and milk them dry. Mark was known for his large penis and forcefulness. If a woman needed it rough but sensual, he was the man to see. He’d made more than one Dom beg and he was determined to add Sidney to his list. Neither had ever been broken.

A cool breeze crept up the back of her 4 inch black patent leather heels and crawled its way up her sheer fishnet pantyhose. He was in the room. Instead of turning to search for him, she stood dressed in a knee length tastefully fitted black pencil skirt with a matching top coat pulled over a sexy corset, her hands gently clasped behind her back as she focused on the painting. Tiny tingles on her bronze skin tracked his every move. She slowly removed her top coat and draped it over her right arms, offering him a better view of her goodies. His attention was immediately pulled to her firm ass. He gave a half cocked smile as he approached her from behind.

He gently ran his fingers down her silky left arm to her smooth finger and lightly touch her O-Ring; giving it a slight tug. She could feel his energy as he stood beside her.

“Aren’t you wearing that on the wrong hand?” he asked without making eyes contact.

“No, you’re mistaken. I’m working tonight. The right hand is the working hand hence why I wear it on my left. You should know that by now. You should switch yours.”

“I never switch.” He replied.

“The night is still young.” She said as she walked away.

“I hope you don’t expect me to follow you.” He called. She stopped but didn’t turn around.

“The choice is yours. Do whatever you like.” Her voice was cold and sexy.

Mark released a short hoof and walked the opposite direction.

Minutes later they simultaneously appear at the gallery’s entrance where they stared each other down. Mark was tall, with broad shoulders that Sidney couldn’t wait to throw her legs over, short dark hair with ice blue eyes that were slowly melting her pussy. Sidney was medium height, hair pulled back into a tight bun, a nice set of bouncy tits that Mark found irresistible, a firm ass he couldn’t wait to spank, and set of brown thighs he’d love wrapped around his head. They smirked at one another.

“We’re going back to my place.” Mark said.

“So you’ll have home turf advantage? Not a chance. We’re going to mine.”

“We’re never going to agree.”

“Where to then?” she conceded.

“I know a place. I’m driving.”

“No, I’m driving,” she said. Mark attempted to protest but she stopped him cold. “Look, you picked the place and I’m driving. We can stand here all night.”

With a lift of his eyebrow he agreed.

“Who’s place is this?” Sidney asked as they enter a plush loft.

“It belongs to a friend of mine who’s on Italy for a while,” he watched her take a self guided tour of the place before sitting on the sofa. “Don’t get comfortable. This won’t take too long.” He called over his shoulder, he began to strip on his way to the bedroom.

“I’m surprised you undress yourself. I never undress myself. That’s what I have my subs for. You’re acting very common.” She needled as she followed him. Finding him stripped down to his boxer, her pussy tightened. He turned on her, seeing her pillow soft tits spill from the top of her black corset as she leaned against the dresser; his jaw cringed.

He approached her slowly until he was within an inch of her face. He placed a hand on either side of her, holding the dresser forcing her backward. She didn’t flinch. He leaned in and whispered, “I didn’t undress for you. I undress so that I can get this shit over with. You’re an easy kill.” Retrieving a blade from the dress top, he sliced through the lacing of her corset until it fell away leaving her standing in her skirt, fishnets and heels. She didn’t move as he’d ill predicted. What she portrayed was cocky coolness but what she felt was anything but. His power was undeniable as was hers. Even he was fighting to control himself in her presence. Turning her way from him, Mark eased one arm around her waist bringing her back against his muscular chest. She inhaled sharply feeling his hand slowly unzip the back of her skirt. He ran in hand down her round ass removing her skirt and hose. She quickly kicked her shoes aside.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” He released her hair from its bun and ran his fingers through it.

“Like you said, let’s get this shit over with.” She turned to face him and slowly eased to her knees. She removed his briefs without breaking eye contact.

“We’ve just started and you’re already on your knees worshiping my cock. That’s a new one for you.”

“A slave is just a master in disguise,” she took his thick cock into her warm mouth and released it. She looked up at him, his eyes were closed. His fist clinched at his side. She licked her lips and sucked and slurped at his fully erect cock while carefully stroking it with her hand. He moaned and gently moving between her lips. Minute by minute, she sucked and he began to unravel. Her tongue lapped methodically under his shaft while her jaws sucked the cum to the very tip of its head. He was going to explode. She stopped her suction but continued her hand stroke. “How long has it been for you?” she asked as sweet as honey looking up into his eyes.

He exhaled a long breath. “Too long. Oh shit.” He placed his hand on the back of her head and gently slid her mouth over his dick. She was in heaven knowing there wasn’t another woman who could bring him to this state of euphoria. He was giving himself over to her and he didn’t even know it. It was only a matter of time before she milk him dry and it was one performance she was enjoying in equal measure. He knew he was in trouble. He wanted to pull away but her mouth was like the mythological sirens guiding him to his own destruction. He pulled her hair. She sucked and moaned as her nipples hardened. She craved sensual pain….luckily that was his specialty and her downfall. He needed to clear his head and move beyond the pleasure she was inflecting.

“Sidney.” He whispered. She continued to slurp. His cock jumped in her mouth. “Sidney.” He repeated.

“Yes, my love.” She said between sucks. His breathing quickened. He was on the verge of cumming. She’d win.

“I’m going to fuck you until you beg.” He said void of any emotion. He quickly snatched her up from the floor, lifted her to his waist and slammed her against the wall; shoving his meaty cock into her weeping pussy. He wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Oh fuck!” she cried as he dug into her while pulling her head backwards. He bit into the side of her exposed neck. He thrust harder and deeper. She tore at his back urging him on deeper still. She spread her legs further allowing herself a brief moment of weakness…letting him take she as he pleased. He held her in place by her thighs, banging her with little care for her aching hole. Taking up her tit, he sucked and licked her nipple until she convulsed. With pussy working magic on his cock, he was in no better shape then she. The way her pussy wrapped around his shaft, molding itself to his every desire while her tits called out to him. He was fucked and Sidney knew it. It was in his eyes. He hammered and hammered until the room began to spin. No woman had ever been able to handle him in this position but Sidney had him on the ropes. For everything his cock was dishing out, her pussy was serving right back. They focused intensely on each other, neither giving an inch. “Ooohhh.” She whimpered.

“You’re cumming?”

She shook her head, unable to speak. He drove into her harder. She fought the urge to scream.

“Say it, Sidney. Say you’re cumming and I’ll get you off in ways you’ve never imagined. Just say it. Say you’re cumming.” he purred into her ear.

She panted, “Mark, I’m…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…right after you motherfucker.” Using her forearm she pushed him away, tackled him on the bed and straddled his lap. She slid his cock into her before he could draw another breath. He screamed out to her as she rode him like a thoroughbred. He tried to fight back. She held him in place with a hand on his chest, grinding her pussy down on him until he stopped resisting. “Are you going to stop fighting with me?” she leaned down and kissed his lips tenderly. He couldn’t move much less answer. He gripped her ass and eased her up and down, slow and steady on his dick. Her pussy lips parted giving him everything he wanted.

“I don’t want to fight with you. I want to make you cum.” He said. She caught a sharp breath as he grabbed her throat, squeezing ever so softly.

“Tighter.” She groaned. She knew he was enjoying watching her submit to him. He would cum before she would at this rate.

“Fuck you. You’ll say anything to get your way, won’t you?” He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She attempted to crawl away from him. He grabbed her, wrestling her to her back, hastily forcing her legs open and lapped at her pussy with his tongue until she clawed at the bed. Dripping from his previous attack, her juice covered his mouth until he found himself engulfed in his task. They both moaned. He held her thighs bringing her exactly where he wanted her…with her legs wrapped around his head. With each lick, each suck they lost a bit of themselves to the other but not enough to submit. He slid a single digit into her. She ran her hands through his hair as he kissed her clit while pinching her erect nipple. Time seemed to stand still, he didn’t mind, there was nowhere he'd rather be then squarely between her legs. Removing his finger from her pussy, she relaxed as he inserted it into her ass. Patiently he licked and fingered until the only signs of life she exhibited were her constricting pussy and weak breathing.

“Mark.” She said no louder than a whisper. Her head thrown back.

“Yes, my love,” he answered. She didn’t reply, she simply lye there taking pleasure in his technique. “Take your time. I’ll stay down here as long as you’d like.”

“No! No, I can’t.” She pushed his head way from her pussy and moved to the top of the bed. He grabbed her, pushed her legs apart and dove into her mercilessly forcing one of her legs over his shoulder, he bit into it. “Mark!” she cried in ecstasy.

“Why can’t you do it?! You want it.” he plowed.

“No, I can’t. Shit!”

“Yes, you can. You want just as badly as I do.” He kissed her; she began to melt which only infuriated her. Sidney removed her leg from his shoulder and slapped him across the face. He grasped her face in his hand with such force she yelped. His eyes burned through hers.

“Don’t you ever slap me again. If you want to me to fuck you harder all you have to do is beg.”

“Get off of me!” She slapped him again. He released her and sat on the edge of the bed in frustration. He had to find her Achilles heel. She moved behind him, wrapping her arms and long ebony legs around his sculpted body. Slowly she eased his head back against her. He could feel her breast pressed into his back as he rolled his face away from her.

“Sid, why are we doing this? We’ve been going at it for three hours. This is never going to work. I’m not giving in and neither are you.”

“Clash of the Titians.” She whispered into his ear.

He covered her arms with his. “Clash of the Titians indeed. You are wonderful. I see why you’re the best female Dom. You know what you’re doing.”

“So do you. I’ve never been with anyone as powerful as you. Your clients are getting a bargain.” She kissed the back of his head. “What do we do now?”

“We’ll tell everyone this meeting never occurred. We didn’t have time to engage in trivial infighting. We’re two professionals at the top of our game and will not consider challenging one another talents. End of story. Truce?”

“Truce,” she paused. “You’ve thought this out.”

“Truth be told, I knew I was in trouble when you dropped to your knees.” He chuckled.

“Tell me about it. When you shredded my corset I almost lost it and I loved the way you choked me. That was pure bliss.”

“You mean like this?” He reached back and grabbed her throat firmly without even looking.

“Oooohhh!” she managed. He turned around, his jaws clinched, his eyes fixed on hers, pushing her flat onto the bed while kissing her passionately, his tongue diving into her mouth while he choked the life out of her. She loved every second of it. Her eyes begged for more. Her nails tore into his back. He screamed and released her throat.

“I thought we had a truce?” she panted trying to catch her breath.

“We do. That was for my pleasure,” he stuck two fingers into her pussy. “And judging by your reaction you enjoyed it as well.”

She grinned and moved away from him. He sat back on his knees watching her retrieve her pantyhose and return to the bed. “You know how I like it. Tie me up.” She said handing them to him with a coy smile. He could have cum from those words alone but watching her position herself on her stomach, her ass welcoming him, was the limit.

Taking her hose, he tied her hands above her head, spread her legs and rocked into her. Slowly then faster and harder, she screamed, her fist clinched. Harder and deeper. He held her wrist in place as he shoved as much of himself into her as humanly possible, he moaned. She ass slapped against his abs. Her pussy dripped as his cock found its new home embedded deep within. Her hands strained, he clutched their hands together as they came over and over again. Every time they thought there couldn’t be another orgasm to be had, there came another until they lay spent and weak.

“We can’t do this too often. Our clients will begin to wonder what’s happened to us.” He said before they gave way to sleep.