Page 12 of The Artist's Rival

“Ellie—” Tatiana begins, confused, but is quickly interrupted.

“Don’t lie to me,” Ellie shakes her head slowly. “Let’s play,” she smiles.

A smile slowly forms on Tatiana’s face as well, finally comprehending to the fullest their situation. If there is tension to be played out, so be it. She can feel her underwear get moist only thinking of Ellie’s voice in her ear.

“I don’t appreciate it,” Tatiana admits, nodding.

“You’ll appreciate something else, then,” says Ellie. “Are you ready to get fucked, darling?”

Tatiana’s mouth goes dry. The words ring in her ears. She certainly wasn’t expecting the exhibition to turn out this way, but she isn’t going to deny herself the pleasure now. She always imagined herself fucking Ellie, but this sudden twist of events, she can certainly get on board with.

“Yes, I am,” she responds, compliant.

“Good,” Ellie looks down at her. “Keep being good then, and go to the stall.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very serious,” Ellie says, stroking Tatiana’s neck once more. She traces her jawline, finally slipping two fingers in her mouth. “Go now.”

So Tatiana does, walking into the nearby tight bathroom stall. Her breathing gets shallow and fast, waiting for Ellie to join her. After a moment Ellie enters the stall, looking Tatiana up and down. She unzips Tatiana’s pants, sliding them down. Her hand wanders in between Tatiana’s thighs, feeling the wet mess of her lacy underwear and nodding. She slides that down as well.

“See? You’re so pretty when you’re not being rude,” she teases. “Now turn around.”

Tatiana does what she’s told, almost shivering. The honey drops of Ellie’s voice make her spread her legs a bit wider with each command, unsure what’s going to happen next, but excited for everything. There’s nothing in her mind now other than Ellie’s touch, her words, her breath on Tatiana’s skin.

“Wider, and bend over slightly,” Ellie instructs patiently, laying her hand on Tatiana’s ass.

Tatiana spreads her legs wider and reaches the wall, feeling her blouse lift up, exposing her entirely. The tense suspense makes her legs tremble, she tries to tame them but fails.

She feels Ellie’s arms wrap around her legs, and she is aware of Ellie sinking to the floor behind her.

“You’re so wet for me, dear,” she observes, smirking.

She can feel Ellie’s breath hot against her pussy and it almost blows her mind.

Her tongue traces Tatiana’s vulva gently up and down, preparing to have her. When she starts eating Tatiana out properly, there is no mercy left. Her tongue licks up and down with a challenging but steady tempo, pressure applied just right. Tatiana’s hips soon start grinding, craving more violent pleasure, craving to show how much she wants it. Ellie’s tongue swirls round, and back and forth. A little moan escapes Tatiana’s lips?—

“Shh. Be quiet,” Ellie reminds, having to stop working her.

“I’m sorry,” Tatiana manages to utter, desperate to get it back. She bites her lips and shuts her eyes.

Once back at it, Ellie begins entering Tatiana with her tongue, precise and strong. She stops, gently slapping her ass.

“Now you’ll get what you deserve,” she says, getting back up on her feet.

“What?” asks Tatiana, her mind half lost to the rhythm of her hips.

“I’ll have you all stretched out for me, praying you could moan. Here in this public bathroom, baby,” Ellie whispers into Tatiana’s ear and Tatiana hears the clang of metal which she assumes is Ellie taking her rings off before sliding a finger into her from behind.

“Yes please,” Tatiana manages to say, before she has to seal her mouth shut.

Ellie picks up the pace and Tatiana feels multiple fingers pushing inside of her, stretching her wide, and soon, Tatiana’s thoughts evaporate. She knows this is what she wanted desperately.

Against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, she’s clenching her fists, turning her head back to look at Ellie, pushing her ass higher and trying not to cry out as Ellie’s fingers fuck her hard and fast, pressing downwards at her G spot. It feels more incredible than she can ever remember any other sex feeling, this hot dirty toilet cubicle sex.

“More.. please…” she hears herself whimper and doesn’t recognise her own voice.

“Oh, baby, I thought you would never ask,” Ellie growls in her ear. A handful of Tatiana’s hair is tight in Ellie’s left hand while her right hand begins to push. Ellie is pushing more inside of Tatiana, more fingers, all of her fingers, opening her up and stretching her, so she will be taken absolutely by Ellie. Tatiana wants it so much.

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