Lesbian Magic part 3 - Sex Stories

Lesbian Magic part 3

Rose wasn’t happy about being wet or dragged away from her friends to another room and then down a flight of stairs. The person who pulled her to an isolated part of the house was a tall beautiful black woman with black hair that fell to her shoulders with a wave. Her dark brown eyes hinted at something within them that Rose couldn't see. The girl was good when she wanted to be and would never hurt anyone. On the other hand, she did like corrupting young girls until they became willing sex slaves. She had a talent for spotting a girl's hidden desires and then twisting them around to seduce them.

The girl was a copy of Agnes, an escaped slave that Belinda seduced in 1832. On a cold night in November, she was born into slavery on a Georgia plantation to parents who were also slaves. The man that owned Agnes was a cruel man that used his female slaves as his whores. She ran away because he showed interest in wanting to bed her, and Agnes didn't want to end up like the other slaves. She was only sixteen when she ran away, and it was two years later when Belinda found her.

Anyone near or within the house could have a clone made of them with their thoughts along with their body. Everyone within Belinda's home thought they were the actual person and not clones. The real Agnes had spent a week with Belinda before being dropped off somewhere safe where she wouldn't be a slave again. For the rest of her life, she lived happily in a tropical village and had a love affair with a ...

... girl there.

Agnes shared the same personality as her human counterpart, but her style of dress and some of her sexual interests had changed over the years. The Agnes of today is a lot kinkier from exploring her sexuality over nearly two centuries. The house kept things modern by having a magical store where the clones could keep up with today's styles. Rose along with her friends already had clones made out of them that would be used to seduce future girls into lesbian sex.

The difference between Agnes and Rose was like night and day. Agnes wore a white tank top that was thin enough to see an outline of her nipples and tight blue jeans. She never wore a bra because her breasts would stay perky forever. In all the years she had been alive, Agnes never aged a day, and her ass was just as perfect as it had always been.

The stylish black dress Rose wore made it evident that she came from money and had a princess-like vibe about her. The high heels that she had on lifted her ass while making her legs look longer. Rose's blonde hair was braided and hung over her right shoulder in a ponytail. When she was nervous, she sometimes would play with her hair for comfort, and she was playing with it now.

Rose's friends gave her the nickname Elsa because she resembled the princess from that Disney movie. She secretly envied that character and wished she could let it go as she did. Her mother raised her to be proper and act in a certain way. She didn't just envy Elsa but also her ...