1. Tricked by the Lady Georgiana


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 87, Source: sexstories.com

    Tricked by the Lady Georgiana pt 1 It is the 1830's in a sprawling mansion in Devon England “Did you sleep well Mr Hardy?” His Grace asked as I came to meet him for breakfast prior to surveying his land for a new rail-way. “Indeed I did Your Grace,” I confirmed. “Nothing like the clean crisp Devonish air!” he averred. “No indeed, nor like a crisp clean Devonish maid!” I chuckled. He looked at me quizzically. “The Mop fair Your Grace, in Casterbridge this very evening,” I explained. “Are you saying you intend to bed a maid, Mr Hardy,” he demanded. “Ah no, just dance the night away!” I laughed. He regarded me very sternly, “Then I am very glad to hear it, far too many maids find themselves ruined after the Mop, Mr Hardy, seduced by a pair of smart breeches and false promises. It then falls to us, the Landowners to provide for them, so think on Mr Hardy.” I was invited to take breakfast with the family, His Grace, his mother the Dowager, his wife Lady Marjorie and his children, the voluptuous Lady Anne, the rake like Lady Georgiana, and the young Lady Alice for sons had he none. A delicious spread was provided, served by a liveried butler one Hudson and Bessie the maid. I ate heartily, the Lady Anne fluttered her eyelashes at me. The lady Alice barely said a word but the Lady Georgiana quizzed me continually regarding my need to survey His Grace’s estate so a new railway could be completed in a short time and at minimum expense and inconvenience. I regaled her with tales of my ...
    rushing across moor and vale alike with sextant and maps. Of heroic encounters with angry bulls and the like. I own I made it sound some twenty times more exciting that the drudgery it actually entailed. “And tomorrow you will be gone?” Lady Georgiana enquired. “Tomorrow I shall rest and Sunday I shall be gone.” I explained. “Hardy wishes to experience the Caisterbridge Mop!” His Grace explained. “Oh Papa can I go!” Miss Georgiana pleaded. “Absolutely not!” he replied, “It is no place for a well brought up maid, a veritable hotbed of depravity!” “But you go Papa.” she pointed out. “I am not a maid, and I am not going.” His Grace insisted. “Neither are you madam, have I made myself clear?” “Absolutely Father!” she said truculently. I left after an hour with Dawkins, His Grace’s agent as my guide and ventured forth across the estate. We ate our lunch in the ‘Dog and Duck’ and I made excellent progress with the survey. We returned late that afternoon, Dawkins insisted we saw His Grace before I left the estate and returned to my lodging in Caisterbridge. “Mr Hardy, at last,” His Grace sighed as we went in, “We expected you an hour since.” He pressed me upon the route of the railway. I reassured him, “It has to be very near level Your Grace,” I explained, “One foot climb in one hundred at most for we shall use Stephenson Locomotives, not Mr Brunel’s Atmospheric nonsense.” “Well as long as it stays in the valley and away from the house I shall be content,” he agreed. “Well, I am ...
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