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orgasm pressed dangerously close, when she felt sure it would only take another eager kiss at her pussy before she was screaming with euphoria, Rachel called for Helena to stop. 'Don't do that any more,' she insisted, pushing her away. 'Suck my tits instead.'
     
    Obediently, Helena did as she was told.
     
    If Rachel had cared to look she would have seen the servant was in a state of high arousal. Helena wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, frowning lightly as though she didn't want to be rid of the taste of Rachel's pussy, and crawled eagerly up the bed. The thrust of Rachel's nipples was visible through the flimsy silk fabric of her blouse and, when Helena accidentally brushed herself against the redhead's side, the servant shivered as though the contact had given her immeasurable satisfaction.
     
    But Rachel was only staring at the ceiling, blindly waiting for Helena to do as she had been told. Her fingers flexed and stretched as she revelled in a purgatory of elation and, when she closed her eyes, she decided she was no longer alone with Helena. Instead, she was being served by the glorious brunette that Pearl had presented in the chapel. The fantasy was so delightful it had her shivering.
     
    Helena teased the tip of her tongue against one nipple, exciting the bud of flesh and making it stand firmer. She avoided the nipple ring at first, then used her lips to tug on it gently.
     
    The flesh already felt swollen and unbearably tender but Rachel was happy to suffer the tantalising torment as her moment of climax crept closer. She half wished there was a butt-plug handy, or weights, a vibrator or some other instrument of sadistic torture. But, because Master Vince frowned upon his staff owning their own toys, and because their secret store of contraband wasn't as well stocked as she would have wanted, Rachel knew she would have to do without. If the desire had been so strong she knew she could have coaxed Helena into using her fingers or a fist. But, not wanting to spoil the mood of the moment by having to persuade the servant to do something so strictly forbidden, Rachel decided to simply lay back and enjoy.
     
    She kept her eyes closed as Helena began to gnaw on her nipples, still envisioning the brunette with the distended pussy lips. When unstoppable spasms began to rack her body, shaking violently through her and threatening to force her orgasm, Rachel continued to pretend she was being pleasured by her fantasy lover. Helena started to speak and Rachel didn't know if it was a question about the evening, or the comments of a concerned lover. Not listening to what the servant had to say she told her to be quiet before she spoilt the illusion that Rachel was finding so satisfying.
     
    The first orgasm came in a blistering wave, causing her to writhe frantically on the bed. The delight of having her breasts bound promised to be too much and she clawed frantically at the leather strap in an attempt to staunch the pleasure. Her chains prevented her from tearing the binding away and she sobbed with half-satisfied anguish as her body was buffeted by torrents of agonised delight. Trembling with the effort, and still in a realm where every movement inspired a delicious response, she pushed Helena's face between her thighs and demanded the woman lick. 'Eat me, you bitch!' she growled. 'Eat my cunt. You know you want to.'
     
    Helena devoured her with the greed of a carnivorous animal. She nibbled at Rachel's pussy, tugging on the lips before nuzzling and slurping greedily. She caught the hood piercing between her teeth and, with infinite care, lifted her head back until the clitoris was distended.
     
    Before the first shockwaves of joy had begun to subside, Rachel could feel herself in the throes of a second, stronger orgasm. She clamped hold of Helena's hair, not sure if she was trying to pull her closer or push her away. When a third, more powerful climax erupted she shoved the servant from the bed with a