0 comments/ 69491 views/ 2 favorites Opportunity of a Lifetime By: spiderfife It all began two years ago. Receiving word that her sister, Darlene, was broke, Elyse immediately made arrangements for Darlene to move into her home. Elyse didn't bother to consult her husband, Milton. She simply did it. One of the reasons Elyse married the man was because he never denied her anything. And so Darlene came to Philadelphia and to Milton's home. At first, Milton tried to view things in a positive light. Darlene had a pleasant personality and was skilled at intelligent conversation. She was also a very good looking redhead. Much to his chagrin, however, Milton soon discovered that his wife, Elyse, had brought a "lemon" into his home. Darlene wouldn't work at anything. She wouldn't look for a job. She wouldn't help around the house. She wouldn't even clean her room. All Darlene did was workout at the club, after Milton paid for her membership. Darlene did keep herself in great shape, Milton had to admit. Elyse often gave Darlene generous amounts of spending money and frequently took her as a traveling partner on business trips. When Elyse bought a new Mercedes, she gave Darlene the old one. Darlene had a good deal - and relished it. Soon, she even came to follow Elyse's example - and ignored Milton. Milton grew tired of the constant drain on his finances. He deeply resented Darlene's obvious attitude that he didn't matter. But he kept his mouth shut for two years - until one day, a chance phone call put the opportunity of a lifetime in his lap. Milton owned one of Philadelphia's largest accounting firms. As a result, he was well known among the local bankers. One Thursday, Charles Forrester, President of First United Bank, called Milton. "Milt, Charlie Forrester here. How are you?" After an exchange of pleasantries, Forrester got down to business. "Listen, Milt, I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm going to say it straight. Your wife, Elyse, just left my office. Are you aware that she has overdrawn her business account by $50,000?" Surprised, Milton said he was unaware. Forrester continued, "Elyse doesn't have the personal resources to erase the debt. I'm afraid we're going to have to move against your assets, as her husband, to recover our loan. Elyse told me you didn't know. I thought out of friendship, I should tell you. I'm sorry to be the bearer of such bad tidings." Stunned at first, Milton quickly recovered. He thanked Charlie for the call and assured Charlie that he would cover First United's loan. Milton wasn't worried financially. His assets were quite large and he could easily payoff the debt. But he was angry. How could Elyse do such a thing? How could she be so arrogant? Then he remembered the old saying, "Don't get mad, get even." Elyse had ignored him a lot lately, as had her bitch sister. Elyse had even denied him sex for well over a year. Well, Milton thought, all that was going to change. He began to carefully plot his revenge. To Be Continued... Opportunity of a Lifetime Ch. 2 It was fairly easy for Milton to gain control of Elyse's finances without her knowledge. When Milton brought Charlie Forrester a check for $50,000 plus interest, erasing the bank's obligations, Charlie was more than willing to give Milton secret control of all Elyse's accounts. Anytime she requested a withdrawal, Milton arranged for Charlie to secure his approval before releasing the cash. Milton followed a carefully concieved script. He had Charlie call Elyse and assure her that her credit was still good. Forrester told Elyse that he'd been able to arrange things with the bank's board of directors. Elyse thanked Forrester, stating that she was much relieved. However, Charlie continued, due to the size of her outstanding debt, the bank could no longer guarantee automatic approval. In the future, every withdrawal request would have to be personally approved by Forrester before funds were released. Elyse said she understood, was grateful that her credit line was still open, and thanked Forrester for his efforts. All of this was of course reported back to Milton. To create a false sense of security, Milton allowed Elyse to run up another debt of $10,000. Then he struck, hard. At Milton's request, Forrester informed Elyse that the bank would no longer honor her signature. Thunderstruck, Elyse asked why. Forrester told her to call her husband. When Elyse called, Milton refused to accept her call. His secretary informed Elyse that she was to meet him in the office parking lot that evening. "Milton, what is going on?" Elyse asked haughtily as she got out of her parked car. "Shut up and follow me, woman!" Milton boomed. Elyse had never heard him speak so forcefully. Confused, she grew quiet and followed him into the elevator. They rode up in silence. When they got to the top floor, Milton wordlessly led the way up the fire escape to the roof of the building. It was a warm summer evening, and the lights of Philadelphia shined brightly beneath them. "Now that we are out in the open, where no one else can hear, let me tell you what is going on," Milton began. "You've run up a debt of $60,000 with Charlie Forrestor and over $40,000 in debts with a number of other banks. I've paid off all your debts." Elyse was suddenly relieved. Tears of joy filled her eyes and she moved toward Milton in gratitude. "Stop," he ordered her. "That's not all. I've also discovered that you've defrauded seven of your clients for over $200,000. You promised them work that you never did. I've collected the evidence and it is overwhelming. You and your sister spent each client's retainers on clothing, jewelry and trips to exotic locations." Elyse was dumbstruck. How did he find out? She listened as Milton continued. "I'm informed by my attorney," he said, "that, if the authorities see the evidence, they will likely prosecute, and if you are convicted, you could go to jail for a very, very long time." "There are two things I can do now," Milton said. "I can turn all the evidence over to your clients who are prepared to file charges - I know because I've spoken with each of them. Or I can buy their silence. Each has agreed to accept a settlement offer from me - if you and I have a successful meeting tonight. It's all up to you." "Me? What do I have to do?" Elyse stammered, suddenly feeling a ray of hope. "Each client is a male," Milton responded. "Each is willing to accept my payment of 120% of the value of their losses - and one additional item." Milton stopped and stared at Elyse. After a long moment of silence, with her sudden elation crashing around her, Elyse asked fearfully, "What's the additional item?" "You and Darlene must agree, my dear, to go with your clients on a private yacht I've rented for one week. Each of you are to do whatever they request, whenever they request it. It must be both of you, it must be for seven days - and you cannot refuse any request. Do that - or go to jail. Its your choice." Elyse started to cry. "Milton, I don't understand. You actually want me to have sex with other men? After all we've meant to one another, how can you be so cruel?" Milton laughed harshly. "Meant to each other?" he snarled. "Why, my dear, I haven't meant anything to you for over two years." Flushed with anger, Elyse rushed at Milton, intending to hit him. Milton blocked her blow with his forearm, then slapped Elyse very hard across the face. The blow knocked her down. Milton stood over her. He pulled out a pen and a form. With a controlled fury, he said, "This letter is signed by each of your creditors. It simply states that should you fail to comply with our repayment agreement, your clients are authorized to bring charges against you. It also indicates that you understand these terms and agree to them. Sign it or I make a phone call that sends you to prison." Elyse could sense that he meant it. He'd never hit her before. She knew there was really no choice at all. The letter had been carefully crafted to avoid any mention of the week on the yacht or the sexual favors required. No court could possibly support blackmail charges without stronger evidence. Knowing her fate was sealed, Elyse signed with tears in her eyes and returned the letter to Milton. "The yacht leaves in one week," Milton said. "Here is an envelope with instructions for you and Darlene. Follow them exactly. Don't be late. Your freedom depends on it. By the way, I'm coming along as the captain of the ship. My job is to make sure you keep your agreement." With that, Milton started back down the fire escape, leaving Elyse alone on the rooftop, crying over the lights of Philadelphia. To Be Continued... Opportunity of a Lifetime Ch. 3 Elyse drove home sobbing, then told Darlene about Milton's demands. Darlene was outraged and angrily confronted Milton when he came home. "My dear, its really quite simple," Milton replied. "Either you accompany your sister onto that yacht or you are out of this house - and Elyse goes to jail. There will be no more money - no more easy living - no help of any kind from me. Your days with a free ride are over." Milton packed a suitcase and told each woman to be at the yacht on the appointed day, at the appointed hour. He said he would see them there. Then, he left the house. One week later, Elyse and Darlene flew to a small private marina near Key West, Florida. It had been a difficult week for the sisters. After many arguments, Elyse had finally convinced Darlene to join her on the yacht. Darlene really had few options - she didn't want to see Elyse go to jail, she didn't want to be homeless again, and she didn't want to give up the very affluent life-style to which she had grown accustomed. So in the end, however reluctantly, Darlene agreed to "do" seven days on the yacht with Elyse. A limo met them at the airport and transported the women to a short dock. Elyse and Darlene were met there by a smiling Cuban who spoke just enough English to direct them into a powerboat. Once seated, the Cuban took them at full throttle to a large yacht anchored off-shore. Milton met them as they stepped onto the yacht. "Hello! Good to see you both made it on time." Darlene started to snarl but Elyse cautioned her to be quiet. Milton gave her a warning glance and said, "You need to be careful here. I remind you - you must willingly comply with all demands. Anything less and the contract is broken. Understand?" Darlene, angry but speechless, nodded her head in agreement. Milton led the two women below decks to the bottom of the ship, then into a small cabin with two beds. "This is where you'll stay," Milton said as he waved his arm toward the beds. "The phone is connected to my quarters. You can call me if you need anything. I will also call you when you are expected on deck." He paused and looked at the women. Elyse looked subdued. Darlene struggled to hide the scowl on her face. Milton then opened a door that led into an adjoining room. He motioned for Elyse and Darlene to follow him through the door. The room was decorated with wall-to-wall mirrors. It contained a clutter of clothing racks and cosmetic supplies. A small Asian woman stood up as the three entered the room. She bowed when Milton introduced her. "This is Ang Lee. She is your wardrobe mistress. She knows what you are to wear and how you are to look for each event. Follow her instructions." Milton looked at his watch. "Well, we must get underway. I'll see you at dinner." After waiting for what seemed an eternity, feeling the yacht move out to sea, Elyse and Darlene received a call from Milton, instructing them to prepare for dinner. Ang Lee opened the door to the dressing room and motioned for the women to come in and begin preparations. An hour-and-a-half later, Elyse stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe her eyes. She wore a gold evening gown that pinched her waist with its rigid corset-like top. The tight fit also made her 42-D tits bulge out and overflow the bra cups. Her nipples were covered - but just barely. The skirt on the gold gown was see-through, giving a vieled view of her legs, her ass, and her vagina. To emphasize the allusion, she wore gold thong panties. Topped off by make-up, jewlery and 4-inch gold heels, Elyse looked every inch the slut. Darlene had fared no better at the hands of Ang Lee. Her smaller, more muscular frame was covered by a tight black spandex dress, of the micro-mini variety. When Darlene sat down, everyone was going to see a lot of her muscular legs. The black color of the dress was also offset very well by Darlene's red hair. There was a zipper down the front of the dress, which Ang Lee opened almost to Darlene's navel, revealing the inner sides of her 36C firm breasts. Once again, Darlene's make-up, jewelry and 4-inch black heels made her look a slut equal to her sister. Milton called. "Its time to come up, meet our guests, and have dinner." Feeling both fear and loathing, the women climbed the stairway to the dining room. To Be Continued... Opportunity of a Lifetime Ch. 4 The dining room was large, encased by picture windows overlooking the bow and the water. Side portholes had been opened, admitting a warm evening breeze, along with the invigorating smells of the ocean. A beautiful sunset was visible at the horizon line. The ship's engine purred below decks, softly adding a monotone to the tranquil setting. In the center of the room, a long dining table was elegantly presented. Covered by several white linen tablecloths, the table was set with fine dinnerware and crystal wine goblets. Even Darlene had to admit to herself that her asshole brother traveled in style. The room hushed when the women entered. Cigar smoke drifted upward. Milton stood at the head of the table, dressed in a captain's uniform. For a moment, Elyse thought he looked quite handsome -- then blushed at the feeling, tense at any emotion. ?Welcome, my dears," Milton boomed across the room. "Come over here and meet our guests." Seven men surrounded Milton at the table. Aware that every pair of eyes were on them, Elyse and Darlene walked slowly across the room, like convicts condemned. Milton quickly handled the introductions. Each woman was announced by name, with a flourish of "Elyse, you remember..." and "Darlene, its my pleasure to introduce..." Milton repeated the process until the women were presented to all seven clients. Expecting to be mauled, Elyse and Darlene were relieved when each man simply shook her hand, then sat down. Milton escorted the confused sisters to their seats. He rang a dinner bell. The doors from the galley opened and two large muscular men entered. They wore no shirts, nude to the waist, amply displaying their "buff" physiques. One was black, the other brown, The skin of each sparkled in the twilight, reflecting the baby oil rubbed on their chests and arms. Each man wore skin-tight spandex pants, which covered, yet revealed, their muscular buttocks and legs. Each also had a significant bulge in his crotch. The presentation was completed with a display of black and brown feet. Darlene and Elyse glanced at each other, stunned. The women recognized the waiters. These were men from Darlene's health club, men the sisters had fantasized about. Both blushed with embarrassment. Miles stared at his wife, then his sister. He smiled. "I did my homework," he said. To Be Continued... Opportunity of a Lifetime Ch. 5 The muscular waiters spent the next hour and a half serving a delicious sea bass dinner. The conversation among the guests was witty and informed. Darlene and Elyse found themselves relaxing. The clients acted as perfect gentleman, often looking, but never touching. Particularly enjoyable to the sisters was the service and attentions of the waiters. As coffee and dessert were being served, Milton leaned over and whispered in Darlene's ear: "My dear, would you mind going over to the small room next to the galley? Go in and shut the door. Hanging on a hook there you'll find one of your exercise leotards. Please remove your dress and put on the leotards. When you are finished, please come back here and sit down." Darlene started to snarl an angry response but then realized that the leotards were much less revealing than her dress. She quickly agreed, arose from her chair, and rushed into the small dressing room, happy to be away from staring men. She found everything exactly as Milton described it. While Darlene changed, the clients, at Milton's direction, moved the tables and chairs closer to the walls. By the time Darlene returned to the dining room, now dressed in brown/black leotards, the room had been rearranged, with more open space in the center of the room. The two muscular men reentered the dining room and set up a wooden, raised platform. The guests were invited to bring their chairs close up and around the wooden structure. Suddenly, the throbbing, pulsating beat of disco music came blasting over the ship's speaker system. The waiters jumped onto the platform and began a vigorous exercise routine. They leapt, thrust, moved and wiggled in tempo with the music. Their muscles bulged and flexed. Sweat began to ooze out of their pores. Darlene was mesmerized. Milton leaned over and again whispered in her ear: "My dear, isn't that one of the exercise routines from your club? You often do that routine, don't you? Isn't that something you enjoy? Why don't you join the two young men up on the platform?" Darlene now understood the purpose of the leotards. Milton looked toward the stage and pointed at Darlene. Before she could answer, the waiters leaped from the platform and lifted her off her chair. Carrying her onto the wooden riser, they began dancing around her. Somewhat embarrassed but also excited, Darlene watched the agile "hunks" for a while, then decided to join the fun. For long moments, the trio simply danced in unison to the beat of the music - never touching. But as the routine continued, Darlene found herself grow flush with excitement. Then, without warning, the large black man grabbed Darlene's wrist and twirled her around. Then the large brown man also grabbed and twirled her. Suddenly, the routine took on a new form. Darlene moved from man to man, partner to partner. Closer and closer she danced. Feeling the power in the scene, Darlene began dancing wildly, sensuously, sexily. The brown man brought Darlene close to his body, moving his hips in tempo with her's. In turn, she ran her hands all over his muscles. He pulled her hair and head back, so she could only look at his face, at his eyes. Then he kissed her, long and deep. Darlene responded to him, wrapping her legs around his muscled calves, visibly feeling his biceps with her fingers. Then another pair of hands rubbed her back and her buttocks. The black man! Brown and black hands were moving all over her body. Darlene moaned with pleasure. She felt/saw the brown hands pull down her leotard, while the black hands pulled them off her legs. She felt/saw herself naked in front of everyone, And she didn't care, What was important now was for the hands to continue. Black hands, brown hands pinching her nipples, rubbing her ass, vigorously massaging her clit. Darlene experienced a strong arousal. Then Darlene saw the black man naked , his huge cock standing erect and hard. She felt/saw herself moan and gasp as the black man's cock entered her cunt, doggie-style, while the brown man's tool moved into her mouth. Darlene moved, sucked, bounced and fucked with her entire being. Never had she felt so turned on. Then she climaxed. Wave after wave of orgasms hit her. Darlene screamed with delight. Her screams encouraged the waiters. They pumped harder and faster. Even more orgasms hit her, large, small, and in-between. Darlene felt the black man's cock slam into her pussy, his balls slapping and stimulating her vagina. She felt the brown man grow in thickness and hardness as his cock hit the back of her throat. Then suddenly, gobs of semen rushed into her throat and into her vagina, almost simultaneously. Gasping for breath, the exhausted trio crumpled to the platform deck. The audience of clients roared their approval. To Be Continued... Opportunity of a Lifetime Ch. 6 Elyse sat stunned as the clients roared their approval. She had gone through a series of emotions as she watched Darlene have very public sex - fear, shame, excitement, arousal. For the moment, it was all a mix and a jumble. While Elyse was thinking, Darlene regained her composure. She sat up and affectionately kissed the black man, then the brown one. She picked up her leotard and walked off the stage, completely naked. Darlene enjoyed the admiring stares of the men. Instead of avoiding them (like earlier in the evening), Darlene now encouraged them. It made her feel powerful. She walked directly over to Milton, and paused in front of him, watching his eyes devour her firm, muscular body. Then she leaned over and whispered in Milton's ear: "Dear Brother - that was undoubtedly the best FUCK I've ever had! Great planning. KEEP UP the good work, if you know what I mean." With that, Darlene leaned back and laughed, then kissed Milton lovingly. She smiled at her sister, Elyse, then walked towards the door. "Good night, gentlemen. See you tomorrow," Darlene announced. Every pair of eyes watched her lush, naked body as it left the dining room. For a moment, there was a hush, each man lost in his thoughts. Then Milton stood up, looked over the group, and said, "That's the end of tonight's festivities. You look as if you had a good time." The crowd murmured its approval in response. Milton smiled at the clients. "Thank you all for your sociability. I'm glad you enjoyed tonight. There's more fun tommorrow. Sleep well!" Each client bid Elyse farewell. To her relief, not a man touched her. Distracted by all the politeness, Elyse did not see or hear Milton leave the room. She wanted to speak to him, plead her case, beg for his mercy, anything to avoid a public display of sexuality. But soon, she sat alone in the room, wondering what would happen next. What would the clients expect of her? What would Milton require her to do? Elyse knew she would be too ashamed to put on a lewd public display like her sister. What had happened to Darlene anyway? How could she be so loose in front of those men? Then Elyse looked at her own slut costume. She saw her bulging breasts, the tightly cinched corset, the see-through skirt. Hell, what had happened to the prim, married, business professional? What had happened to the image she tried to cultivate all these years? At that moment, Elyse knew she had become someone completely different. Nothing would ever be the same again. She had been so lost in thought that Elyse failed to notice movement in the room. As a result, she was surprised to see the black waiter and the brown waiter standing next to her. Elyse gasped when she finally recognized them. The black man chuckled. "Sorry, ma'am, we didn't mean to scare you." The waiters once again had their tight spandex pants on, each covering, yet revealing, the bulge in his crotch. Almost against her will, Elyse's gaze lingered on each bulge. The brown man spoke next, smiling. "Your husband asked us to escort you to your cabin and see that you are tucked in safely for the night."