1. Serena. Seduced on her fathers orders


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 90.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Written hopefully in the style of the mid 19th Century. Long sentences. Commas where today we would use periods. A Country house in Devon in the 1850s Serena The sun was setting over the western horizon bathing the hill tops with a warm red glow and casting deep shadows across the valleys. I stood on the terrace outside the ballroom admiring the view. I heard someone behind me, a rustle of silk. Dainty footsteps. Sweet Perfume. Serena Lord Melchett’s only daughter. “I see you are admiring the view Mr Hardy,” she said quietly. I didn’t look at her, “Indeed,” I agreed, “Quite stunning.” “I fear I shall miss it,” she said, “When Bunty whisks me away to the metropolis.” “It has its compensations,” I explained, “The Crystal Palace, The Thames.” “The Opera, The Season, oh spare me,” she sighed as she stood beside me. “You do not relish becoming a Countess then?” I queried. “I merely state I shall miss this view,” she said coquettishly, “Of course I relish becoming a Countess, it is a dream coming true.” We stood for a few minutes more talking idly while the sun slipped below the horizon as the band played and couples danced in Lord Melchett’s recently constructed ball room. “I suppose I should find Bunty,” she said at length and she slipped away. I continued to stare at the scene as the sun finally disappeared into the far ocean and the lights of the lighthouses twinkled in the far distance. “Hardy,” a voice said behind me. “Lord Melchett,” I replied. “Spending a lot of time ...
    with Serena?” he queried. “Oh, perhaps I have, I had not realised,” I admitted. “Spoken for,” he said and he touched the side of his nose, “She’s going to be a Countess.” “I am very pleased for her,” I agreed. “So’s her bloody mother, over the bloody moon,” he said, “Christ Hardy look at the man,” he said. I turned, even as we spoke Bunty was standing on a trestle table trying to reach a chandelier that he might swing across the dance floor like an ape. “He is far from dull!” I laughed. “An inch at most!” Lord Melchett harrumphed, “Bad business, bloody bad business.” Serena sat with her friends Marjory and Valeria, I followed Melchett back into the ballroom, “Aren’t you dancing?” he asked Serena. “Hardly father,” she said and she indicated Bunty who had just fallen off the table for the third time. “Then Mr Hardy seems free, eh what Hardy, Quadrille with Serena?” he suggested. “Indeed, would be honoured,” I agreed. “Good, Good!” he smiled, “At least Hardy has remained sober enough to stand on his own two feet.” Melchett strode towards the band. “Ladies and Gentlemen please take your partners for the Quadrille.” the band leader shouted. Melchett took him by lapel and whispered in his ear. The band leader argued. “I pay the piper I call the tune!” Melchett bellowed, “Take your partners form the Viennese Waltz.” and he added, “Marjorie, please join me.” Lady Melchett looked horror struck. Her husband who had at least two if not three left feet proposing to dance, but she left her ...
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