Dansett House 07 - Playing away...

The event was one that took place every year. Only certain estate owners were included, and they were a very select type. Essentially they were open-minded, not too old, and wealthy. Good taste and style were prerequisites.

The Dansett's had been inducted into the tradition by a neighbouring estate just two years after Christopher had inherited. As they were definitely young and open-minded, they fit the criteria perfectly.

On a date that was set a year in advance, the participating estate owners held an 'open' weekend for themselves. Usually just one of each couple travelled to another's estate after a draw had been held at Christmas. There were roughly a dozen estates in the draw each year. The date of the event was almost always early in July, when it was nice and warm outside with long hours of daylight. This year it would be Helena's turn to visit their drawn hosts. Last year, Christopher had been the one to travel.

Helena had been reading up about the estate that she was going to, and was definitely relieved to learn that the owners were only in their early forties, and the master of the house looked quite nice into the bargain. The wife wasn't too bad looking either, and had a penchant for dressing in a unique style.

The journey only took just over an hour, and the day was certainly not one for wasting inside a car. All of the way there, Helena had been feeling horny, and she couldn't wait to get a view of her host in the flesh. She idly wondered what Christopher would be getting up to while she was away. She had noticed his interest in the new young Polish speaking maid that had joined the staff recently.

As the car pulled up to the rear entrance of the house, Helena took in all of it's splendour. It was older than Dansett House, and appeared to be a little bigger too. Not surprising considering the standing of the owners. Kyle, the driver opened the rear door of the Bentley, and she stepped out onto the fine gravel driveway. It crunched delicately beneath her stiletto heels. She took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. Her heart was racing, excitement getting the better of her a little.

'Welcome Lady Dansett.' Came the voice of the head butler from inside the main doorway as she entered the house. 'May I show you the way?' He held out his arm, gesturing for her to walk beside him. As they walked, she stole a sideways glance. The butler was a man who appeared to be in his fifties, but could well have been older. She guessed that he might have been a serious athlete in his younger days and still maintained his fitness to such a degree that it was impossible to be sure of his true age. He was immaculately presented, and seemed very friendly. He wasn't bad looking either she thought to herself.

Halfway along the main hallway the man spoke again, softly so as not to alarm.

'My Lady, are you fully aware and in agreement with the significance of today?'

Helena stopped, and turned to look at him. She smiled a warm and equally friendly smile. 'Yes, I am, and what might your name be please?'

'My name is Harvey. I have been here for over twenty years my Lady.' He replied calmly.

This told Helena all she needed to know about Harvey. It told her that he had seen all of this before, and knew what was going on, even if none of the other staff did. Of course sometimes members of the staff were actually involved, or at least some of them.

Harvey pulled a blood red coloured scarf from his jacket pocket and held it up.

'My master wishes for your pleasure to start as soon as possible, may I?'

She looked at the scarf, and nodded. She closed her eyes as Harvey carefully tied the blindfold around her head, so that she could now see nothing.

He took her hand, and then led her slowly along the carpeted floor and through the grand atrium. She would have to wait a little longer to see the house for herself. Her pulse had quickened a little more with the expectation of the unknown.

After they had walked a few minutes, the floor changed to bare marble or stone, as Helena could hear and feel the hardness of her heels clicking along. The sound echoed as if they were in an empty place. Another few minutes, and they arrived somewhere warmer. Maybe bathed in direct sunlight? Still the floor was bare. She could make out hushed whispers from someone else in the room.

'Hello my dear, Helena isn't it?'

The voice was deep, but crisp. Harvey let go of her hand. She stood alone, bathed in the warm sunlight.

'Yes it is, and you are?' She replied as calmly as she could manage.

'I am your host of course.' Came the reply. 'I hope that you enjoy your stay. Let me introduce myself.'

Suddenly she felt a hand stroke her cheek, gentle and slow. She took another deep breath.

Then she felt the front of her dress move slightly. Then a bit more. She felt the top button open, followed by the next. Then another. The warmth of the air on her skin increased as her dress was slowly undone to the waist. She felt both excited, and mildly shocked. Her nipples stiffened, her bare chest now exposed to her host. She began to feel aroused, and was now having greater difficulty staying calm. She surrendered to her situation, and did not flinch when his hand gently cupped her breast, stroking and caressing it, as if admiring a sculpture.

'Cristopher is a lucky man. The photos I have seen of you really don't do you justice. You certainly are a beautiful sculpture from nature, wouldn't you say Harvey?'

'I certainly would have to agree with you sir.' came the measured and calm reply from the butler.

Helena, now reminded that Harvey was still present, felt herself blushing a little.

'Harvey, would you take Lady Dansett to her room, and get her settled in please?'

'Certainly sir.'

He gently took hold of Helena's elbow, and led her off towards the left, still seemingly bathed in the warmth of the afternoon sunshine. She wondered what the view outside might be like.

After a slow and careful five minute walk that seemed more like fifteen, Harvey indicated that they should stop. Helena heard the key in the door, and then felt the slight change in the air as the door was opened. Harvey carefully untied the scarf, and returned it to his pocket. Helena blinked a couple of times as her sight adjusted to the brightness of the long hallway that stretched out to both the left and right of them. The decor was very elegant, extremely clean and orderly. She looked into the room before her. The parquet flooring was polished like glass, and a deep tanned colour, like caramel. The room seemed vast, disappearing round the corners of the doorway out of sight. Rich deep red, and green rugs were placed here and there to break up the expanse of wood underfoot.

'I hope that you like your room your Ladyship, if you require anything at all, and I do mean absolutely anything, please just pick up any one of the room telephones and ask.' He raised his arm and invited her to go in. She stepped onto the beautiful wooden floor, the sharp tapping of her heels echoing into the space beyond. She turned back towards the doorway and looked up at Harvey. He did have very fine features to go with those impeccable manners.

She gave him a warm smile as she made a show of noticing that her dress was still open at the front. 'I hope that you liked the view Harvey?' she said in a sultry tone. 'You can call me Helena if you prefer.' He kept a straight face as he calmly replied.

'I most certainly do like the view, and I look forward to seeing more of you during your stay. Have a lovely relaxing afternoon Helena.'

With a slight nod, he closed the door and left her alone in the huge room that was to be her home for the weekend. She slipped off her shoes, buttoned up her dress and silently explored the entirety of her accommodation. All of the furniture looked like it was either genuine antique, or bespoke made for the estate. The bathroom alone must have been twenty feet from wall to wall in both directions. It even had a separate Jacuzzi sunk into the floor as well as a huge pool like bath in one corner and a shower that was big enough for an entire football team in another.

The bedroom was of a similar scale, with the bed so wide that Helena could not reach from one side to the other while laying across it. All of the sheets appeared to be made of satin or silk, and the pillows were as soft as marshmallow. Beside the bed was a small table with the telephone and a silver tray. On the tray was a small cream coloured envelope with her name on it. She was just about to reach for it when she heard a light knock at the door. She rose and quietly padded across the glossy floor back to the doorway. Upon opening it, Helena was presented with two members of the house staff. They were dressed in a similar fashion to Dansett House's own staff.

On the left was a very fit looking man who appeared to be in his late twenties, with a figure that would not look at all out of place in an Olympic Athletics team. His face, while seemingly chiselled from stone still had a warmth to it that immediately drew Helena's gaze. She had to consciously remove her eyes from his. She looked to her right and took in the shorter, but just as breath-taking view of the maid accompanying him. She was only a couple of inches shorter, mainly due to the fact that she was wearing two inch heels. She was also dressed impeccably, although her uniform seemed a little more out of the ordinary. The regulation above the knee black skirt was crowned by a cream and gold waistcoat that was seemingly all that was worn above the waist. Her short blonde hair was cut in that scruffy chic style that seemed to suit shorter girls. Helena guessed that she was around the same age as her colleague, maybe a year or so younger. They both smiled at their guest.

'Welcome Lady Dansett, we hope that you find the room to your liking?' asked Mr Chiselled.

'Err, yes, it's very nice, and certainly has plenty of space.' She replied.

The maid asked 'Did you find the note from Lord Avenby?'

Helena paused for a second. 'Oh, is that the envelope on the table beside the bed?'

'Yes maam.'

'I was just about to open it when you knocked. Should I read it now, or later?'

The maid turned to Mr Chiselled, who replied 'Now might be best my lady.'

Helena ushered them both inside, closed the door, and then skipped across the floor back to the bed. She picked up the envelope and removed the thick folded paper from within. She turned to face the two by the door as she read the beautiful handwritten script that flowed across the page;

Dear Lady Dansett, Helena if I may?

Your attendants are Max and Michelle, two handpicked members of the house staff who are to be treated as your own for the duration of your stay with us. They are yours to do with as you please, and your wishes really are their commands. They have not been with us for very long, and have no experience of participating in this annual event, but are as trustworthy, dedicated and loyal as your own staff. I thought that it might add a little bit of excitement for them as well as yourself. Consider them as 'extras' that come with the room. If for any reason at all, they are not to your taste, then please use the telephone to satisfy your requirements.

Helena looked up from the page at the two stood silently before her. They looked a little bit nervous.

'Hello Max, and Michelle.' She said simply.

The pair just nodded, silently, and remained motionless.

Still feeling slightly horny, a naughty thought entered Helena's mind.

'So, you're both here to do whatever I ask?'

Again they both nodded.

'Ok, in that case, Michelle, would you come over here please?'

Michelle obeyed without hesitation, and clicked her heels across the wooden expanse towards the bed, all the while looking at Helena with a little trepidation in her eyes. She stopped in front of Helena, her green eyes sparkling.

Helena leant forwards slowly, and whispered in Michelle's ear. After about half a minute, she straightened, and then stepped back and sat on the edge of the huge bed. She smiled at Michelle, who now smiled back, seemingly very pleased. Turning, she made her way back to the hallway, and looked up at Max, now with a wicked grin across her pretty face. He looked a little confused, but tried not to show it too much.

'Now then Max, would you come over here please?' asked Helena politely. She gestured for him to bow down to her level, and then proceeded to whisper to him also. Once finished, he too returned to the hallway beside Michelle. He glanced at his colleague, and they exchanged mischievous grins. At this point, they obviously believed that they had been told the same things by their guest, and were both seemingly happy about that.

'This could be interesting...' Helena thought to herself as she laid back on the bed and relaxed. She loved the beautiful cloudscape painted on the ceiling.

'You two can both go once my things are unpacked, I will call should I need anything before dinner. Do I have to phone for you?'

Max answered in his relaxed and soothing tone 'No maam, err, I mean Helena, we will be in the next apartment, just press the button beside the bed, or in any of the other rooms, and one or both of us will be with you in a moment.'

Dinner was a fairly relaxed, and not too formal affair, and she enjoyed the company of Lord and Lady Avenby along with a few other guests, a couple of whom she knew.

She was returned to her room aided by Harvey a little after eleven o'clock, and found Michelle waiting in the hallway outside her apartment door.

'Did you have a nice dinner Helena?' she asked politely.

'I did actually, and I'm not as tipsy as I thought I might be by this time either.' She giggled in response. Michelle thought that maybe Lady Helena was wrong on that count.

Michelle led Helena into the apartment, helping her to stay upright in her expensive heels as she clicked her way towards the bedroom. She sat her down on the edge of the giant bed, and knelt before her to remove the shoes and help her get undressed.

After a couple of minutes, Helena was sitting in just her silk knickers, looking up at the ceiling as if miles away in her own little dreamworld. Lazily she looked down at Michelle, and took hold of her arm to steady herself. She reached out and started to undo the buttons of the maid's waistcoat. Michelle looked slightly puzzled.

'Helena, didn't you want to go to sleep now?' she asked.

'Mmmm, not just yet, but I'd like you to keep me company tonight, I feel a little cold just now, and need some extra warmth.' With that she finished opening Michelle's waistcoat and began working her way down to her skirt. Michelle realised that she couldn't really refuse the house guest, and unzipped the skirt herself, slipping it down onto the floor around her feet. She too slipped off her heels and laid them on the rug beside the bed. Wearing just a lacy thong, she rolled back the covers of the bed and helped Helena to slide underneath them. She gingerly slid in beside her. 'Is that warmer?' she asked as she pulled the light and fluffy duvet over them both.

'Much better' she whispered. 'Would you put out the lights, it looks like a lovely moonlit night.'

Within a few minutes of cuddling together, Michelle could hear the gentle sighs of Helena's breathing as she slept. Feeling slightly odd with the way things were turning out, Michelle eventually relaxed and drifted off herself.

She dreamt that she were afloat on the sea in a very small boat, gently rising and falling with the waves, basking in the heat of the night in a tropical ocean. She felt the gentle caressing touch of a mysterious creature as the boat rolled smoothly along it's way, but this was certainly no monster - each soothing touch was divine. She floated on her own sea of pleasure which she hoped would never end.

Just as a giant wave threatened to crash over the boat, Michelle awoke with a slight jolt. She slowly opened her eyes, and realised that it was still night time, and that the moonlight was flooding the entire room magnificently. She felt another tingle of delight, as Helena's hand firmly stroked her.

'Are you awake my dear?' came a soft whisper into her ear.

Michelle was definitely awake now, and was taking everything in. Her eyes slightly wide, she realised she was holding her breath. She tried to answer calmly.

'I am.' Was all she could manage.

Helena, still with her arm around Michelle, continued to work her hand between her thighs.

'I was having a lovely sleep, but I woke with an itch that needed to be scratched.' Whispered Helena. 'I think we might have some company too.'

She turned her head slowly towards the bottom of the bed where Max was now silently perched, watching them with a smile on his face that made him seem as though he had just dropped out of some glossy fashion magazine. Michelle suddenly felt a little self conscious as Helena continued to work her magic under the soft duvet. She wasn't sure if Max could actually see what was going on before him in the moonlight.

'Have you and Max known each other for long?' asked Helena quietly in Michelle's ear.

Michelle had to close her eyes and concentrate just to answer in an even tone; 'We started here together just a couple of months ago.' It was hard to focus on things now, and the waves of pleasure were building between her legs with speed. Helena's actions were slow and deliberate, yet relentless, eager to push the young maid to orgasm.

Max slowly stood up, and began to undo his shirt, all the time keeping his eyes fixed on Helena's. She smiled back at him, watching his slow motion striptease and enjoying every second. He certainly was a gorgeous specimen of a man, and she was becoming wet just thinking about the rest of the night ahead. Just as he dropped his crisp black trousers to the floor, Michelle gripped her pillow tightly, and bit into it to muffle a scream as her orgasm arrived like an avalanche. A few seconds afterwards, Helena slowly eased her hand from under the duvet, and beckoned Max around to her side of the bed. Michelle moaned and whimpered softly into the silk pillowcase. Max arrived beside Helena, with his cock stiffening more by the second, as if coming to attention on parade. She reached out and began to gently stroke it, all the while still gazing into those beautiful eyes that sparkled in the moonlight. She drew back the duvet with her now free right hand to expose herself almost completely to him whilst still working his baton with her left. She then slid her free hand into her silk knickers and began to work herself towards her own ecstasy. Max reached out and stroked her breasts, drawing delicate circles around her nipples as they stood to attention. He then bent towards her and kissed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Between her deep breaths, she whispered to him; 'Do you like Michelle?' He nodded. 'Good,' she continued, 'I want to watch you fuck her.' At hearing this, his rod became steel in her hand. The vigour of her right hand increased and she began to pant as she neared her own goal.

Michelle now rolled over slowly to face her two companions, a huge grin still on her face. She gently planted kisses on Helena's cheek and shoulder, working her way down over those pert breasts. She reached down and cupped Helena's hand, pressing her own fingers down to multiply the pleasure. Helena spread her legs apart a little more, whilst her head pushed harder into the pillow as she too reached her climax. She let go of Max's steel rod and gasped for air after having held her breath for more than just a few seconds.

Max looked across at Michelle and melted her with that smile. She glanced down at his rod, and smiled back. While Helena recovered, Max climbed onto the bed and pulled back the rest of the duvet that was still partially covering the maid. He took in the lovely legs and hips, and then began to work his way over to her. He kissed her shoulder, then firmly rolled her over onto her front so she was face down while at the same time pulling her arms up above her head onto the crumpled pillow. Reaching down with his free hand, he took hold of the thong and yanked it down. With both her wrists in his left hand, his vice like grip anchored them. He then pushed her legs wide apart with his own and deftly sank himself onto her, his weight pressing her immobile into the silk sheets and the mattress. His cock found it's mark, and he firmly pushed himself forwards and into her. She gasped as he started to ram himself back and forth. She didn't seem to mind the fact that he was being a little rough, and between thrusts, she struggled to turn her head to look across at Helena who was now seemingly enjoying the view. The moonlight made her appear a beautiful sculpture of marble.

After several minutes of Max's hard thrusting, Michelle was beginning to recognise the arrival of a second orgasm, and with eyes tight, she focussed on enjoying it. As it came, she gripped the sheets hard in her fists and let out a long low moan, sounding almost as though in pain.

Helena, watching intently as Max continued to slowly thrust himself into Michelle, put a hand on his chest, and gently pushed him back, indicating for him to withdraw. As he sprang free, she took hold of his still impressive member with her other hand and continued to firmly pump him until his load erupted all over Michelle's cute rounded bottom, and along the length of her back. It was a considerable amount, which surprised Helena, but she continued to stroke him until it seemed that every last drop had been deposited all over the maid. Michelle seemed oblivious as she gripped the sheet, still in her own delirium, and grinning from ear to ear.

'I don't know about you two, but I think I need some sleep' whispered Helena to Max.

'Would you like us to leave maam?' asked Max in his usual polite tone, still calming his breathing.

'No, you might as well keep me warm tonight too.' She said smiling.

With that she gently rolled over to the other side of the bed and pulled half of the duvet across herself. Max looked down at Michelle, who seemed to have drifted off already, and quietly laid down between them both.

Helena then turned her head; 'Maybe you could give me a tour of the house and grounds tomorrow, it might be nice to meet some of the other staff too.'

She rested her head on the pillow, and drifted off to soothed and dreamy sleep.