Gisele LeBlanc sauntered her way backstage proudly, waving at a few people as other congratulated her. All the while, the Powderbuff had Ossi Shamar's top slung over her shoulder. The Syrian babe ended up standing no chance against Gisele, and she was not only physically dominated, but sensually dominated too. And after their match was over, Gisele LeBlanc took the girl's top in an effort to entice her to follow her backstage!
As such, Gisele went to her locker room and then played around on her phone, setting Ossi's top to the side as she took a few cute selfies to send to her Instagram followers. She figured if Shamar really wanted her top back, she'd come for it. And if not, LeBlanc would probably just take it anyway. But either way, she licked her lips as she thought about getting Ossi into her locker room to see if she could drag a more mutually enjoyable time out of her. Spoiler
Ossi stormed bare-chested through the backstage area, drawing more than a few curious glances as she went. Having been thoroughly thrashed in her last match, she was furious with both herself and the blond bimbo that had dished out the beating! And to top it off, Gisele had the gall to steal her top as well, leaving her utterly humiliated!
Eventually she found Gisele, the woman sitting taking selfies of all things, barely even looking winded after their match. Ossi's green-gold top hung nearby and she scowled darkly.
"How dare you!" she hissed in fury. "It wasn't enough for you to defeat me in the ring! You had to humiliate me as well! This won't go unpunished, Gisele. Now give that back to me - this instant!" She was blushing furiously as she ranted, her cheeks going crimson with embarrassment.
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Gisele LeBlanc was cheerfully taking selflies, making perfectly sexy faces and poses for her followers who were rather positive towards her. This was interrupted, however, by her door being thrown open by Ossi Shamar. Sure enough, the darker girl had barged into her room and Gisele smiled at her, waving as she set down her phone. "Bonjour Ossi!" She stood and then continued to smile at her, walking up to the girl. "I'm very happy that you dropped by... but I'm afraid that attitude won't help you here."
Placing a hand on Ossi's bare shoulder, Gisele continued to smile at her. "I don't have much sympathy for you after the way you had spoken to me during our match... and I don't do well with demands. But you are impossibly cute and, well, very attractive." She grinned, glancing down at her bare chest and letting her fingers 'walk' their way down to one of Shamar's breasts before letting her index finger circle one of her nipples, grinning as she looked back up to her. "So maybe we can be nice now that it's just you and me, hmm?"
Despite her blustering, demanding entrance, it appeared that Gisele was unperturbed by Ossi's arrival. Ossi stood hand on hips, scowling at the blond bombshell who strode towards her. To her surprise she felt Gisele's gentle hand on her shoulder as the other woman reminded her of her haughty, rude conduct in the ring. But then Gisele's words changed tack, complimenting the Arab beauty's appearance.
"I... well I," Ossi bumbled her words for a moment, and in that moment Gisele's fingers made their tantalizing walk down towards Ossi's exposed breasts. "What are you...hnnnh!" A short exclamation of surprise slipped from her lips as Gisele encircled her erect nipple with one finger and the surprise Syrian took an unsteady step backwards, her bare back pressing into the cold metal of the nearby lockers. Her mouth opened and closed stupidly like a fish out of water as she looked into Gisele's eyes...
Just as Gisele had expected, the aggression that Ossi Shamar had was easily pacified once they were in the privacy of her locker room. Her sensual touch, as short as it was so far, sent Shamar pressing her back against the lockers behind her. LeBlanc merely took a step forward, closing the gap between them. Noticing Ossi looking into her beautiful beautiful green eyes, the blonde could merely offer a sweet smile at her.
"Ossi, I seem to leave you speechless quite a bit..." she said in a low tone in her French-Canadian accent. The fitness model would take one of the Arabian girl's hand and move it to Gisele's one breast which was tight against her red latex top, and she kept the girl's hand there. Licking her lips, Gisele LeBlanc would then take her other hand, resting it on Ossi's cheek, gently rubbing it gently with her thumb as she continued to gaze into the girl's eyes.
"I know you liked at least part of our match... Your mouth had made that very clear. You tasted wonderful, by the way," said Gisele, fighting back a giggle. She would then move her mouth close to Ossi's, letting her lips brush against hers. "We're alone now... So you can tell me exactly how you feel, Ossi," the fitness model said, her mouth creasing into a smile, eyes still locked with her prior opponent's, moving her hips to gently press against Ossi's.
Ossi was like putty in Gisele's hands. Memories of the treatment she'd received in the ring came rushing back, her cheeks flushing crimson. But her body didn't want to resist. She stood as though transfixed, as Gisele placed the heiresses hand against the tight red latex over Gisele's breast. Then she felt her cheek caressed by Gisele's touch, the other woman moving close... so close.
Ossi's breath caught in her throat as Gisele's lips brushed against hers, tantalizing and teasing her, trying to extract that shameful admission from the once proud Syrian.
"You ... you temptress..." Ossi gasped. "I am... an heiress... I cannot... nnnhhhh..." she couldn't even complete her unconvincing protest as Gisele's hips pushed against hers, pinning the Arab beauty in place with her blond conqueror in complete control. Her whole body shuddered, eyes rolling and nipples hardening with arousal. Her eyes rolled for an instant and she sagged against the lockers, her hand unwittingly beginning to grope at the perfect bust of the other woman. "Gods..." she whispered, uncomprehending.
Gisele had let out a deep sigh of pleasure when Ossi had groped her breath, smiling cheerfully. The French-Canadian would then take Ossi's other hand, gently beginning to take off the girl's glove as she spoke, noticing that she was having trouble coming to terms and admitting her current feelings. "Ossi, this isn't a pride thing... We're no longer in the match," said Gisele, still with a smile on her face as she had plucked off Shamar's glove and dropped it to her side.
She would then grab Ossi's other hand, removing it from her breast so she could start to take it off as well. "If I wanted to, I could have done a lot more to humiliate you, but... I was more interested in you," explained LeBlanc, taking off the Syrian's other glove, dropping it to the side and giving the top of her hand a kiss.
Gisele would then take a step back and begin to take off her own red, latex armband, smiling at Ossi still. "You being a heiress is a big deal to you... but it means you can do what you want," explained the fitness model, revealing her toned forearm before starting to remove the other armband from herself. "And if you want me, like I think you do, we can have a good time together. Maybe if you want, we can even talk after so I can try to figure out why you feel the need to act the way you do," Gisele continued, dropping her other armband to the side in a pile with Ossi's gloves.
The blonde would then smile impishly. "All you need to do is tell me you want me, and I can make you feel better than you ever have before," stated The Powderbuff, reaching for her top and taking it up and over her head, leaving her just as naked as Shamar. Her perky, full breasts on full display, her stunning ultra fit body visible to Ossi now as she gave her some time to soak in her figure, shaking her head once to get her golden locks back in place.
Then, Gisele would close the gap between them again, moving a hand to run through Ossi's hair, smiling at her as she looked into her eyes again. "You are breathtakingly beautiful, you know," said LeBlanc in a sultry tone. Her other hand found Shamar's tip as she pressed her bare breasts against the Arabian girl's out. Gisele's cream breasts mushroomed with Ossi's more chocolate pair. And Gisele LeBlanc would lean in and give Ossi a single soft kiss before pulling back, a simple smile on her face as she watched her.
Ossi was speechless, unable and unwilling to stop Gisele from undressing her further, peeling off her long silken gloves and dumping them to the floor. When Gisele told her the humiliation could have been worse, she felt a stab of embarrassment, because she knew it was all to true. She'd been no match for Gisele in the ring, and here and now she was quickly crumbling in an entirely different way.
Her mouth opened and closed foolishly as Gisele stripped before her, revealing her incredible naked form that left Ossi stunned. She pressed herself back against the locker, unable to stop her eyes from roving over the blond bombshell's frame. Her breath quickened as Gisele approached running a hand through her hair and pushing her breasts against Ossi's, pinning her gently against the lockers.
Then Gisele kissed her, extracting a faint squeak of pleasure from the Syrian. Ossi's eyes rolled, her haughty demeanour torn down my Gisele's sensuous advances.
"I..." she breathed. "I want... you." The admission was shameful, but Ossi's mind was gone, locked onto the track that Gisele had sent her down. Her mouth hung open and she slid her arms up above her head in a gesture of total submission as she gave in to Gisele...
Gisele LeBlanc's half naked form was alluring to Ossi, and the blonde watched as the Syrian's defenses slowly broke down. Sure enough, she had finally admitted she wanted Gisele, and the blond wasted no time in immediately pressing her ultra fit body against Ossi's very fit form. In a sensual tone in her sexy accent, Gisele would murmur, "That wasn't so hard, now was it? I think you'll be very pleased..."
And then the French Canadian began to hungrily make out with Ossi, her hand moving behind the darker skinned girl's head as she moaned urgently into Shamar's mouth. Her bare chest and body moved against Ossi's as she did so before her other arm wrapped around the Arabian girl's waist, hugging her even closer to her.
And then, after a short time, Gisele broke the kiss with a soft gasp, looking into Ossi's eyes once more. She was entirely too transfixed on tasting the beautiful Syrian to note her arms above her head. Their distance was intimate as she said softly, "If you want, I can take full control... But Ossi, this can be mutual. I am fine with that... And I respect how you want this to be." The blonde said the words with sincerity, pausing in what she was doing to allow Shamar to answer. She wanted to give her the respect of allowing her to choose, even if her ego could have used a serious check.
Just seconds after Ossi made the shameful admission that she wanted Gisele, the woman was upon her, kissing her powerfully, lips locked, faint moans of pleasure coming from Gisele as she took what was hers. Ossi let out a faint mewl of pleasure as Gisele's body pressed into hers, an arm around her waist, the other tucked behind her brace to keep the Arab beauty in the honeyed embrace.
When the makeout was broken Ossi gasped, her whole body tingling as she stared into Gisele's eyes, dumbstruck and aroused, her body yearning eagerly for more. Gisele offered her the option to take control, but that arrogant, demanding version of Ossi had been utterly suppressed by Gisele's raw sexual power, both inside the ring and out.
"You defeated me..." Ossi breathed huskily. "You proved yourself... superior to me in every way. I am yours to do with as you please." Even the admission made Ossi shudder pleasurably, the anticipation of what her blond, beauteous conqueror would do to her next...
