Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Fri fight night event. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the fights. nigh womanhood are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a blood lust to be satisfied. The former female bearing was the halo little girl, who wore small to nothing bikini not legal even at the beaches, and walked signal around to intend the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, sports bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but female fighter aircraft were strange in this environment.


This club was under soil combat, illegal and off limit point to military machine personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less work than in my Marine Corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many war machine as civilian in the guild any given night. I say club but it was a warehouse that had mountain range link fences around a 30 by 30 metrical foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military law for over flow detention.


I was there for a engagement and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the way until it was my turn to fight. I went into the batting cage and won my combat quickly, the guy was yob but not trained, a typical bar attack aircraft. I went to cull up my winning and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more I could fight, the more people would get to lie with me and the money would be just. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the club name. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and integrate martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on possible time to come opponents. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inch taller than her and leaden. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second rhythm. After her fight she joined the spectators and fighter who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a prison term limit though, just battle till it as over one way or the other. The reason there were stave was for advertisement and to give the fighter aircraft a chance to last longer. thirster fights equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing next to me and we started commenting on the battle and talking between us. We met later that nighttime at Kilroys and had potable. We became friends, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a fighters level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. velocity was always a post for melioration and having some one to crowd you when you did n't experience like it was a direct benefit. She was physically in unspoilt contour but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her toughness.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to earth and a happy hippy soulfulness. She was quiet the antonym when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two more fights in the weeks following and she was a very hard panache to fight because she was so torrential in her onset. It concerned me that in the three competitiveness of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought to a greater extent than eight bit all together. Working closely with her on an honest level we grew personally, very close to each early, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a armed forces pay day, three day week end with a good synodic month. All these events converged to make a very senior high energy outlet from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a joy ride to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the fight in a couple hours. I snapped back to the road as a cager cut me off, It would not be good for me, not to show tonight or get run over.


As I pulled into Kilroys parking lot I saw her car and I parked my motorcycle next to her. She was going to shape my turning point tonight as well as being my ride, just in display case I got too hurt to ride. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was fuller than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the spot. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in slot number 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this venue format, fighters I was surprised to be in the issue three one-armed bandit for the night. The get-go slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grievance / personal compeer that would catch the eye of spectators, getting them to the John Milton Cage Jr. and concern. The tierce slot was the first of the substantial money expansion slot. The place was pathetic tonight, freak, geek, the productive and the far-famed all in one place to see a real conflict. No linguistic rule, no gloves, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's core. The ref was only there to declare a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's proficiency, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 minute troll were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the cage calm, no jumping, tail fisticuffs, no drama just stone coldness. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons check, making sure neither of us had any. The corner persons left the cage and the room access to the John Milton Cage Jr. locked. The bell rundle, I stood in the heart of the cage and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his atomic number 82 foot from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck of cards using my forearm to the side of his pass as he hit.


He was unconscious mind and I did n't deform or even raise my hands in victory. I waited for a irregular to see if he would retrieve on his own, but he did not. The reader took a knee joint and checked his pulse, breathing as the Cage crew opened the logic gate. The referee raised my paw in triumph and I turned walking out of the cage. Jessica said"holy shit Frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the business office and Jax handed me the bag and said"next time not so fast, string it out a round or two."Jax knew the business sector and was well respected, so I thanked him and left.


Jessica asked if I wanted to go out for dining compartment and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked next to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through buffet car and for a mo I thought I had done something to offend her. The sentiment crossed my judgment that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost meaning money. I caught her staring all most through me, totally focused on me. I took her handwriting and asked her if there was a problem. She seemed to melt at my touch and said"nix wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her peel flushed turning slightly red, and answered"weenie you were so nooky hot tonight."Her answer took me off guard, we 'd been friends and training married person. I could see she was all woman now, her floor instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came correct then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"Frank you want to spar ?"Jessica was like a cat in heat, on the prowl.


We 'd never sparred before and even if we had I was sure she had something different in mind. I said"sure why not ?"We finished buffet car and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, train, but had never sparred. She turned on the lights and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her panties and sports bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my shorts.


I took my stance and waited for her to snipe. Jessica circled me twice testing my compass and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the upper hand, until I was on top of her, my hands on her throat holding her pile. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my hard hammer pressing through my shortstop into her wet scanty. Then the flavor in her optic made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to give up herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and catch her hair holding her John L. H. Down to the mat.


I used my other hand to pull at her panties until I had to move from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never consume done this to her. I pulled my drawers off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for essence, but it was too easy to tug the brain of my turncock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her cunt take my cock and I pulled back out and slammed my dick back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as very much force as I could hammer my cock in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The language she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the totally factor, something I would never accept guessed would hail from her, the sweet kind loving hippy soul Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the boisterous and viciously fast-growing being that was a slave to her groundwork instinct.


Jessica started to shake and hollo, straining her vocalism shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my cock, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any recollective and let the waves of volatile come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breathing place rapid and raspy from all the pharyngeal consonant screaming, I pulled my cock from her pussy and wiped the headspring of my cock up and down her scratch to her clit whipping the concluding drops of ejaculate on her fountainhead trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our clothes piece by piece putting them back on. Jessica 's optic were once again unlike, another expression I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my bike, riding until daybreak. It had been a glorious Friday nighttime, but now it was Saturday morning and the air was clean house and acquit, washing over our pelt, binding us together. This day would not be spent fighting but partying.


We stopped at the 50 's dining car and had a breakfast. It was like I was sitting with a dissimilar person when in realism it was still Jessica, but More of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to head to my place and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each former. The sex last Night had caught me off safety device and laying future her nodding off to sleep was equally a new place in our human relationship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to forgo any training today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to hinge upon, no destination, not to the store, never to run, just exemption. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really mouth to her about. She took to riding like a duck to water, it appealed to her innocent spirit. At one tenacious light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to displume into the parking lot of a baseball club called the trunk shop class.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go peck up her pay check. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a stemmer, and how little I really knew about the fantastic char. Pulling off full phase of the moon touch fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not feature been leisurely. It also explained why she 'd resisted my plans to bulk her up a trivial for fighting. She was only gone a few minutes and came out all bubbly and bouncing toward me. I asked her what happened and she said that she was being upgraded to a headliner at the club, which would mean she would make more money.


We rode out of town headed to the sun as it started to set on the horizon. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool down, riding was dandy at this time of night, watching the unaccented disappear and the darkness issue over. The 1st champion of the night and then the curtain of stars that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side park and we used the deftness, meeting up on a terrace near the bike. There was n't much traffic pass by and no one in the car park, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual contact with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the judiciary buttocks and pulled her jeans off her branch. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my point.


Her bare pussy smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from position to side leading up to her bare agglomerate. I used my thumb to pull her lips apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her clitoris and then licked back down and around her mouth once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair's-breadth and pulled me to her button, grinding on my face. I gave in, letting her pathfinder me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her legs, the odor of a fair sex and the wet edifice. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to drub up every drop of her unfermented nectar. It was then I heard vocalism as a couple walked by us headed to the facilities. I looked as often as I could but Jessica 's hairgrip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the rhythm method of birth control, she was grinding on my look rougher than I would think to be well-fixed, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her stir into my lip holding my tightly in shoes as wave over moving ridge of her nectar nearly overwhelm me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her clasp on my head I looked up to see the duet that had gone by us, were now standing but a few pes away watching. The cleaning lady was in presence of her man who was hugging her from behind. They made no effort to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my shaft from my drawers, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my pecker in her. The aspect on her oculus was as if this is what she lived for, rock surd turncock fucking her. I could feel her having miniature wave of coming as I fucked her tough and inscrutable as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hired man down the front man of her pants obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her rose hip to meet my thrusts. We locked eyes as she let a large gush of get unleash and her cunt grasping my prick milking it. My climax was so close I could not experience stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her pants down and her boy friend pounding her from behind stepped finisher to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's tits, rubbing them, grasping her mamilla roughly.


I could n't take any more than and pulled out of Jessica letting the first squirt of my come splash over her tits. The woman bent down and took my cock into her mouth slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took minute but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her lip to Jessica 's breast licking my seed off them. Her boy friend pumped his burden onto her dorsum and ass, jerking every hold out drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each early as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged names and telephone set numbers and went on our offprint ways. It was as if another barrier had been broken and Jessica and I were even closer. Things were moving very fast for us and although I had not planned on getting married ever, I knew I wanted Jessica to be part of my lifespan. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same home, no rush to locomote forward relationship wise.

The End