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

    friend, Bunty’s mother, the dowager countess and swept elegantly onto the dance floor. “Serena, will you join us?” he asked. Bunty staggered to his feet as I escorted Serena to the floor, “What a charming couple you make,” Melchett opined. “I say, my girl?” Bunty butted it. “Absolutely,” I agreed and made way. He swayed and threw a punch. he missed by half a yard and the follow through sent him crashing into a table loaded with dirty crockery. “One two three you oaf!” Lord Melchett ordered the bandleader and the band started playing the waltz “Devonshire,” by Ostler if I recall correctly. Serena looked horror struck, “Hardy, take your partner,” Melchett ordered. I tentatively took hold of Serena. My hand in the small of her back. Pulling her to me. Her soft breast against my chest. Her perfume. “Mr Hardy!” she whispered withn a big smile, “Control yourself.” My member was swelling, “I must apologise,” I said as we started to dance. “I rather take it as a compliment,” she laughed as we whirled around the dance floor. It was a magical moment, nothing else mattered but Serena as I held her, guided her, swept her around the floor. I barely noticed when Lady Melchett fell over Lord Melchett’s feet and they subsided gracefully into a heap, and I easily avoided Bunty’s several clumsy attempts to punch me as we danced the night away. It was only later I found Melchett and ordered the band to keep playing the same tune over and over until only Serena and I were left dancing. We ...
    parted at midnight, no kiss, not even a handshake but merely a “Goodnight,” and I was gone. Two days later and I was back at my desk at Bristol, the delights of Devon but a distant memory. My task to plan the new railway line to the west and into Cornwall was well advanced, I had Melchetts agreement to pass over his estate which would save a mile and two river bridges. I admit I was no Brunel but then again while I had no spectacular success I had no disastrous failures either. However by noon an emergency board meeting had been called for five o’clock that same evening. I attended and when I was called in I saw Dawkins the lawyer looked most uneasy, and Hastings the accountant almost suicidal. “What the hell have you done Hardy?” the Chairman asked, “Melchett has withdrawn his support!” “Withdrawn?” I queried. “Withdrawn,” he repeated, “Apparently you seduced his daughter and fought her betrothed upon his Lordship’s own dance floor.” “Oh good god!” I gasped, “Lies, absolute lies.” “Well the Plymouth and North Cornwall is done for,” the Chairman sighed, “We’ll never get royal assent without Melchett on side.” “But it is lies!” I protested. The Chairman stared at me, “Well you have until the stock exchange opens tomorrow Hardy for the shares are not worth the paper they are written on.” I knew full well he was telling the truth. The one pound shares were half paid, if the value fell there would be a call for payment of the remaining ten shillings depressing the value further, in ...
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