Rose of Sharon

By Orestes

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   Communicate. That's the bottom line. Whatever it takes.

   The advice had been from Sharon's psychologist. After the 
'trial' separation, she went to Dr. Foster looking for 
answers. Tyke had refused to go to the psychologist. He was 
really bitter.

   " I don't know how I can, " Sharon protested to the 
doctor. " We just can't talk to each other. We're always 
holding back. "

   " Then don't talk. Write."

   " Write ?"

   " Hear me out... you and Tyke have had problems 
communicating your needs. From what you tell me, you've felt 
this way for years. Let's face it, Sharon, if you were both 
getting what you wanted out of your relationship, neither 
one of you would have had affairs. "

   " But, ... how?"

   " Just don't hold anything back. Commit to that. Write 
notes, letters, e-mail... whatever works. You have nothing 
to lose. If you can't tell each other what you want, this 
relationship is already over."

   I'll try it, Sharon told herself. After all, what do I 
have to lose ?

   The next day at work, Sharon closed her office door for 
an hour, and wrote everything she could think of to Tyke's 
e-mail address. She wanted him to know all of her feelings. 
The following day, his response was waiting.

   'Fuck off,' he wrote. Short and sweet. Tyke had never 
been much for prose.

   Sharon wasn't ready to give up. Not yet. She wrote again.

   ' This is an invitation, ' she wrote. ' I want you to 
come over tonight. I want us to have rough, indecent sex. 
You can leave afterwards if you want. No strings. Write me 
tomorrow.'

   A different approach than her first, but she was willing 
to give it a try. Anything to bring a spark back to the 
relationship.

*****

   Tyke heard the click of her keys in the lock. He was 
already there in the apartment. He had been sitting in the 
dark for over an hour. He could see surprise in her face 
when she noticed him moving through the dark of the room.

   He stood into half light of the window and brought his 
hand up to place a finger to his lips. Silence.

   Sharon closed the door behind her and set down her 
briefcase. He was approaching.

   He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forcefully on 
the lips. She tried to put her arms around him, but his 
hands found her wrists and held them in place.

   Rough sex is what she wanted, Tyke reminded himself. He 
had pondered the e-mail all day. It was so unlike Sharon to 
make any sexual request at all. Sex was something they never 
talked about, even in the bedroom. He had waited here, naked 
in the dark of his old apartment, playing the part of the 
predator. Rough and indecent was what she had asked for, and 
that's exactly what he had in mind.

   He applied force to her wrists, twisting them downwards. 
Sharon was forced to her knees. He released his grip on her 
wrists, stepped to the side, and took firm hold of the back 
of her neck. A whimper. He had hurt her a little. He 
loosened his grip just slightly. With his free hand, he 
began to pull of her clothes.

   Sharon didn't struggle while he took off her blouse. Tyke 
snapped off her bra, and roughly grabbed hold of one of her 
breasts. The flesh felt hot in his had. He pinched her 
nipple between his thumb and finger. Another whimper. She 
raised her hands to protect herself.

   In response, Tyke used his leverage to push her down by 
the back of her neck. She barely got her hands out in time 
to brace herself. He was holding her neck harder now, almost 
daring her to resist. He continued to push downward until he 
heard the bump of her forehead touching the floor. She was 
motionless now, with her head on the floor, but her ass 
still elevated.

   His right hand forced its way up her skirt. He wondered 
if he was going too far with this game, but no, he could 
feel her wetness on his fingers. And she hadn't spoken out 
when he forced her down. No, she was definitely still into 
this, he told himself. He moved his hand upwards, and 
wrapped his hands around the waistband of her panties. He 
tugged them downwards on her thighs.

   There wouldn't be much foreplay tonight. He let go of her 
neck. She remained in the position. With her skirt now 
bunched up at her waist, and her ass just barely visible in 
the darkness of the room, Tyke found her irresistible. He 
wrenched one of her arms from her side and twisted it behind 
her back to keep her in the position while he squatted 
behind her.

   Slow now, he rubbed his cock against the moistened lips 
of her pussy. She spread her legs ever so slightly. He knew 
she wanted him inside. Nonetheless, he teased her for a few 
minutes. He held the base his cock in hand, and aimed the 
swollen head at her clitoris. She jerked back against him as 
he used his cock to stroke back and forth on her sensitive 
clit. Now he was ready. He planted his feet firmly beside 
her knees, keeping his legs spread apart at the knees. With 
one slow thrust, he buried himself completely into her.

   Sharon moaned. With his one hand still twisting her arm, 
and the other hooked around her hip, Tyke began to ram 
himself into her. He felt powerful. Even though he had 
fucked this woman many times before, he felt like he was 
deflowering her. His hips bucked back and forth, and she 
grunted with each forceful thrust. He heard her gasp when he 
released her arm, and moved his hand underneath her to find 
her clit.

   He felt her body shake and her pussy contracting around 
his cock. A few high-pitch noises from the back of her 
throat were the only sounds she made during the intense 
orgasm. She did, however, whine when he pulled his cock out 
of her afterwards. He wrapped his hand around the slick 
shaft, and jerked himself off against her ass. His knuckles 
brushed back and forth against the crack of her ass as he 
brought himself off. He groaned loudly when he spilled his 
cum onto her ass. He aimed at her ass hole while he jerked, 
enjoying the idea that the fluid would pool there, and run 
downwards along the lips of her pussy.

   Sharon remained in position. Tyke was taking his time, 
and enjoying the view. He rubbed his spent cock against her 
creamy ass hole, and up and down against the sensitive lips 
of her pussy. One last order of business, he told himself. 
He kept his cock in one hand, and moved around to position 
himself over Sharon's face. He pulled her up by her hair 
with his other hand, and slapped his sopping penis against 
her lips. This was nice. He liked having her clean him after 
sex. She licked at his cock and balls until he was 
satisfied.

   Then he dressed and left.

*****

   Sharon was in a better mood than she had been in weeks.

   " Come on, spill it... what's going on ?" demanded 
Margaret over lunch as she crumbled crackers into her soup. 
Not only was Margaret a co-worker, but as of recently, she 
was also Sharon's best friend. They had lunch together 
nearly every day.

   " It's Tyke."

   A pause.

   " I thought this time you guys were through."

   Sharon beamed. " Something happened yesterday. I think 
we've found a way through our troubles."

   Margaret shook her head. She'd heard this before.

   " What happened ?"

   Sharon explained about Dr. Foster's advice, and about the 
e-mail messages. Margaret listened intently.

   " To make a long story short, the sex was unbelievable. "

   " And that fixes everything ?"

   " Well, no. It's not like we're back together... yet, but 
if we can fix our sex life, I think we have a good shot. "

   " Mmm, hmm, " was Margaret's only reaction. She sounded 
sceptical. 

*****

   The next two weeks were almost unbelievable to Tyke. He 
couldn't believe how aggressive Sharon was being in her e-
mails. Not only had she 'invited' him over several times, 
but each time marked a progression in her sexual appetites. 
Her messages were long and detailed, and included a full 
script of the sexual encounters. He played along as best he 
could.

   He was a bit puzzled by the insistence, in her e-mails, 
that they continue with the separation. He would have 
guessed that Sharon would want him to move back into the 
apartment. Apparently not. In fact, she insisted that they 
continue to communicate exclusively through the messages.

   The second time he came over, she gave him the same 
scenario as before, but more detailed. She insisted that he 
be ready to fuck her in the ass. That was mind blowing 
experience. He was rough with her, like before, but this 
time he tied her hands with pantyhose behind her back. The 
script also told him to tape her mouth with duct tape. Tyke 
would never have suspected that Sharon would go this far 
with her fantasies.

   When he finally had her in position, hands tied tightly, 
and mouth taped shut, he levelled his lubricated cock up 
against her ass hole. Then she began to struggle. It was 
great. While she struggled beneath him, Tyke forced his cock 
into her tight rear end. If this was the way Sharon wanted 
it, Tyke wasn't going to argue. She sure knew how to make it 
exciting.

   At first, it was difficult going, while Sharon kicked and 
struggled against him. He held her in place by brute force, 
and gave her a few hard slaps against the side of her ass to 
encourage obedience. When she finally settled down a bit, he 
really began to saw his cock in and out of her. When she 
whimpered and whined through the tape on her mouth, Tyke 
took it as a cue to be more forceful yet. He remembered how 
her e-mails had insisted that he fuck her ass roughly. When 
he finally came, it was with a final stroke that buried him 
deep inside of her. His whole body shook as he unloaded 
himself deep into her bowels.

   God, he had enjoyed that.

   Sharon wrote back the next day to tell him how much she 
had enjoyed it too, but that she wanted it a little rougher 
the next time. He sent her a dozen roses. Despite her new 
appetites in sex, or perhaps because of them, Tyke wanted 
back into her life.

*****

   " I don't where it will stop," Sharon told Margaret on 
the way to work. They were carpooling together this week, 
because Sharon's car was in the shop. " Tyke keeps on 
demanding more. When I sent him that first message, I'll 
admit the sex was a little, um ... rough, but that doesn't 
compare to what we've done in the last two weeks."

   " It's become rougher ?"

   " Well... " Sharon was ashamed to talk about it, but she 
needed some advice. " The next time he was over, he wanted 
to tie me up a bit. A bit kinky, but I was game. It would 
have been okay, too, except that once he had me tied down, 
he decided to ... it's too embarrassing."

   " Go on, " Margaret urged.

   " He did me in the rear. I was so sore by the time he was 
done, that I couldn't even move. I just lay there while he 
untied me, got dressed and left. "

   There was silence in the car while Margaret waited for a 
light to change.

   " What a pig. Why do you continue to see him ?"

   " I don't know. At work the next day, he sent me a dozen 
red roses. It was like our relationship had a fresh start. I 
sent him an e-mail, asking him about moving back in. He told 
me to wait two weeks. He said that if we were still doing 
okay by then, that he would come back. "

   Margaret nodded.

   " So, now the two weeks are almost up, and I don't know 
what to do. He's come over four more times since then, and 
each time it gets worse. He spanks me with his belt after he 
ties me up. He calls me dirty names while we're having sex, 
and it gets rougher every time. After sex, he just unties 
me, and leaves. It's degrading."

   Margaret sighed sympathetically.

   " I've told you before, you really ought to call it 
quits. Cut off all contact. This guy is bad news " she told 
Sharon. " He's obviously just using this as an excuse to 
play out his weird sexual fantasies. "

   " I know you're probably right, but he sends me roses 
every day now, with cute little notes. He seems really 
sincere. If he's willing to move back in, I'm sure we could 
get it sorted out. We just need a chance."

*****

   A chance. Margaret knew exactly what Sharon meant. Just 
one little chance, and things could work out fine. Sometimes 
you'd do just about anything for one little chance.

   Margaret had worked herself up to this moment. Her heart 
was pounding a hole into her chest when she knocked gently 
at the door of Sharon's apartment. Tyke opened the door a 
crack, and then allowed her in. He was dressed only in his 
underwear.

   " You're Sharon's friend, right ?"

   " Yeah. "

   " This is a bit strange for me, " he confessed. " I had 
no idea that Sharon would be into this. "

   Neither does she, Margaret mused silently.

   This was the first time they had met. Margaret had seen 
pictures of Tyke, of course, and Sharon talked about him 
incessantly. Then there were all the e-mail messages she had 
intercepted. He looked nervous. That made two of them.

   " Where is she ?"

   Tyke motioned towards the bedroom.

   Sharon was tied face down by her ankles and wrists. Her 
mouth was taped shut, and her eyes were covered with a thick 
blindfold. She was breathing heavily in anticipation. 

   This isn't what I had planned, Margaret reminded herself. 
She was arguing against her anxiety. This is just the way it 
had to be.

   Tyke was beginning the script. He spoke it exactly as it 
was written, playing out what he thought was Sharon's 
fantasy.

   " Are you comfortable, bitch ? I like having you tied 
down, whore. That way I can do whatever I want. Tonight, 
I've brought a new girlfriend over. We're going to be 
fucking, right here on the same bed as you, and there's 
nothing you can do about it. "

   There was a muffled cry from Sharon, as she struggled to 
speak through the tape.

   This was risky, Margaret knew. Tyke had to believe that 
this was Sharon's fantasy, that she wanted him to fuck 
another woman while she was tied up. He had to believe that 
Sharon had arranged the scene with a friend of hers, and 
that Sharon wanted him to play the part.

   The blindfold was something new to their games. Margaret 
had written it in for this encounter. If Sharon knew who was 
here with Tyke, it would ruin everything. Margaret couldn't 
let that happen. This would be perfect. Sharon would lay 
there while Tyke fucked a woman right beside her. Sharon 
would hear it. She would feel their bodies brush up against 
her. She would know it was happening, and would fill in the 
blanks with her imagination.

   Margaret dropped to her knees. She had to play the role, 
after all.

   " You know what, bitch? My new girlfriend is sucking my 
cock now. Can you hear her slurping on it ? Oh god, she's a 
much better cock sucker than you ever were. "

   Margaret worked on his cock. In truth, she had never been 
much good at it, but Tyke seemed to be enjoying it. Maybe it 
was just the situation. Sharon cried out through the tape 
once again.

   " I think I'm just about ready to fuck her now. How do 
you like that, Sharon ? Do you like being tied down while I 
fuck anyone I want. That's the way it'll be from now on. I'm 
going to fuck her good, and then maybe I'll let you lick my 
cock afterwards. "

   He was co-operating admirably. Margaret knew how much 
this must be hurting her friend. She didn't enjoy doing it 
this way, but is seemed that anything less wouldn't do the 
job. Sometimes, you have to be cruel to be kind.

   Margaret began to undress. Tyke was stroking his cock 
while she revealed her body to him. She dropped her blouse, 
then her bra. His eyes followed every move. Now she 
unbuttoned her jeans, and squirmed out of them. Tyke was 
definitely ready to go. His cock was smaller than Margaret 
had imagined. The way Sharon had described it, it was a 
monster.

   She sat on the bottom edge of the bed, with her dear 
friend Sharon tied up naked behind her. She pulled of her 
panties and her socks. Sharon's legs were spread out on each 
side of her. This would do fine. Margaret inched back on the 
bed, and reclined until the back of her head rested on her 
friend's bare ass. She put her arms out and used her 
friend's bare legs for support as Tyke moved to the edge of 
the bed, and prepared to fuck his new lover.

   Sharon's body shook as she sobbed. Margaret hoped that 
Tyke wouldn't notice. His mind was on other things, after 
all.

   " Can you feel us, bitch ? I'm sinking into her wet pussy 
right now. Do you feel me pushing her body up against you ? 
Ungh, she is so wet for me. It's unbelievable."

   Try to relax, Margaret coached herself. She hadn't had 
sex with a man for a long, long time. Perhaps she had been 
hasty in declaring his penis small. It seemed much larger 
now, pushing its way inside of her. She dug her fingernails 
into Sharon's legs as he worked himself all the way in.

   The bed squeaked with every thrust as he began to pump 
himself in and out. Margaret could feel herself slapping up 
against the immobilized body of  her friend. After a few 
minutes, she began to lose herself in the sensations. Tyke 
wasn't a bad lover, really, for a man. And, of course, the 
feel of Sharon's bare flesh was heavenly.

   " I like this, bitch. I like to see you all tied up while 
I have my fun."

   Margaret was really enjoying this now. The rhythm of his 
body, the feel of Sharon's legs, the smell of her perfume, 
they were all conspiring to send waves of pleasure through 
her body.

   " Oh, god, I'm cumming, " Tyke grunted through his teeth. 
The bed squeaked back and forth rapidly as he pounded his 
body to orgasm, and collapsed on top of his two lovers.

   Margaret whispered in his ear. " I'll take it from here. 
"

   That was in the script too. He had played his role. He 
dressed quickly, and went out quietly through the front 
door. He left only his belt.

   The plan was so close to completion, Margaret was shaking 
with anticipation. All she had to do was make certain that 
it was enough. Enough to end it.

   Sharon was already crying. She must be feeling so 
betrayed right now, Margaret thought. She desperately wanted 
to comfort her friend. Not yet. It had to be finished. She 
raised the belt.

   Again and again the belt came down on Sharon's ass, 
thighs and back. It was Tyke's belt. Sharon would know the 
feel of it. Margaret put all of her strength into the blows. 
She tried not to feel any remorse. This was for Sharon's own 
good.

   She would leave Sharon here, tied up. She might cry all 
night. She would feel alone. Abused by her man. Betrayed. 
Beaten. Lost. And then found. Who would find her ? Her best 
friend, of course, there to give her a ride to work. Then 
she would release Sharon, and comfort her, and stay with her 
all day.

   Before she left the scene, Margaret reached into her 
purse, and took out a single red rose. She placed it beside 
Sharon's pillow. Not from him, she wished she could tell 
Sharon. From me.

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