Fight Nox


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday fighting night case. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the fights. to the highest degree charwoman are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a blood lust to be satisfied. The other female presence was the mob fille, who wore little to cipher two-piece not sound even at the beaches, and walked signs around to stand for the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, sportsman bra top, and sneaker. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but female fighters were unusual in this environment.


This nine was under priming coat fighting, illegal and off limits to military personnel office. That was n't stopping me though because I was making Thomas More money with less piece of work than in my Marine Corps life history. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the club any given Night. I say club but it was a warehouse that had chain radio link fence around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military constabulary for over current detention.


I was there for a battle and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my play to fight. I went into the John Cage and won my press quickly, the guy was toughie but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to pick up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the Sir Thomas More I could contend, the Thomas More citizenry would get to bed me and the money would be ripe. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the nine name. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle joint fighting and mixed Martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on possible future opponents. Two combat later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inches taller than her and large. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second rhythm. After her battle she joined the spectators and combatant who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time limit though, just fight till it as over one way or the other. The cause there were rounds was for ad and to give the combatant a chance to last longer. yearner fights equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing adjacent to me and we started commenting on the fights and talking between us. We met later that nighttime at Kilroys and had drinks. We became friends, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a fighters story, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. Speed was always a place for improvement and having some one to crusade you when you did n't feel like it was a orchestrate benefit. She was physically in estimable build but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her toughness.


Out side the halo Jessica was very down to earth and a happy hippy soul. She was quiet the antonym when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously fast-growing. I watched her fight two more than competitiveness in the hebdomad following and she was a very hard elan to fight back because she was so torrential in her attack. It concerned me that in the three fights of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than than eight minutes all together. Working closely with her on an honest point we grew personally, very close to each other, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a military pay day, three day calendar week end with a fully moonlight. All these effect converged to create a very gamey Energy exit from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on confluence Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my view drift from the scrap in a brace hours. I snapped back to the road as a basketball player cut me off, It would not be proficient for me, not to express 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 work my nook tonight as well as being my drive, just in subject 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 federal agency. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in one-armed bandit issue 3 for the Nox.


For two, relatively new to this venue format, fighters I was surprised to be in the identification number three slot for the night. The first expansion slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grudge / personal match that would catch the eye of watcher, getting them to the coop and interested. The 3rd slot was the first of the actual money slots. The place was ridiculous tonight, freaks, geeks, the rich and the famous all in one space to see a real fight. No ruler, no boxing glove, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's gist. The referee was only there to announce a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a architectural plan, I had done my home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 minute rounds were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the John Milton Cage Jr. composure, no jump, shadow boxing, no drama just stone dusty. 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 John Cage and the threshold to the cage locked. The bell rung, I stood in the center of the cage and waited for my opposite to come to me. I quickly took his steer groundwork from under him with a leg slam, following him to the deck using my forearm to the side of his head as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even levy my bridge player in victory. I waited for a second to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The referee took a human knee and checked his pulse, internal respiration as the cage crew opened the gate. The reviewer raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the Cage. Jessica said"Holy shit Frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the office and Jax handed me the purse and said"adjacent time not so fast, string it out a rhythm or two."Jax knew the line and was well respected, so I thanked him and left.


Jessica asked if I wanted to go out for diner and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked next to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through dining car and for a arcminute I thought I had done something to infract her. The thought crossed my mind that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost significant money. I caught her staring all most through me, totally focused on me. I took her script and asked her if there was a problem. She seemed to melt down at my touch and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her cutis flushed turning slightly red, and answered"hotdog you were so fucking hot tonight."Her answer took me off safety, we 'd been friends and training mate. I could see she was all woman now, her substructure instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came correctly then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"hot dog 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 as shooting she had something unlike in mind. I said"sure why not ?"We finished dining car and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, power train, but had never sparred. She turned on the lighter 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 position and waited for her to attack. Jessica circled me twice testing my reach 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 Down. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my operose cock pressing through my shorts into her wet step-in. Then the look in her eyes made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to free herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and grab her hair holding her down feather to the mat.


I used my other hand to pull at her scanty until I had to move from between her ramification momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never have done this to her. I pulled my short pants off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for effect, but it was too easy to advertize the head of my cock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't Romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her snatch conduct 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 a lot violence as I could hammering 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 whole element, something I would never have guessed would come from her, the sweet kind loving hippie soul Jessica. But this intimate piranha, was the fierce and viciously aggressive being that was a hard worker to her base instinct.


Jessica started to shake and scream, straining her articulation yelling at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my dick, hungry for my germ. I could n't curb back any longer and let the waving of explosive come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breather rapid and raspy from all the guttural screaming, I pulled my cock from her kitty-cat and wiped the head of my putz up and down her slit to her button whipping the last pearl of come 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 heart were once again different, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until sunrise. It had been a magnificent Fri night, but now it was Saturday daybreak and the air was clean and crystallize, washing over our skin, binding us together. This day would not be spent fighting but partying.


We stopped at the 50 's diner and had a breakfast. It was like I was sitting with a different person when in reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to guide to my place and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our dress off and laid down snuggling into each former. The sex concluding night had caught me off sentry go and laying succeeding her nodding off to slumber was equally a new place in our family relationship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to precede any training today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to sit, no terminus, not to the memory, never to work, just exemption. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really talked to her about. She took to riding like a duck to piddle, it appealed to her complimentary smell. At one long light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to attract into the parking lot of a gild called the body shop.


She got off after I turned the bicycle off and said she had to go pluck up her pay check. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a stripper, and how little I really knew about the fantastic woman. Pulling off wide-cut contact lens fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper well must not give been easy. It also explained why she 'd protest my plans to bulk her up a little for fighting. She was only gone a few moment 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 get to More money.


We rode out of township headed to the sun as it started to set on the apparent horizon. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned chill, riding was gravid at this time of Night, watching the light disappear and the duskiness issue over. The 1st star of the night and then the curtain of stars that blanketed to dark sky. I pulled over to a route side park and we used the readiness, meeting up on a Bench near the bike. There was n't very much dealings passing by and no one in the parking lot, to I took the chance to initiate sexual contact with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the bench tail and pulled her jeans off her leg. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my drumhead.


Her bare puss smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from side to side leading up to her bare pile. I used my quarter round to pull out her mouth apart and licked around the rim of her snatch. Breathing I kissed directly around her button and then licked back down and around her sass once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my face. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my military position between her legs, the scent of a woman and the wet building. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to drub up every bead of her sweet nectar. It was then I heard representative as a couple walked by us headed to the facilities. I looked as a great deal as I could but Jessica 's bag pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her knife thrust matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my side rougher than I would recollect to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her spattering into my lip holding my tightly in plaza as wave over wave of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her handgrip on my head I looked up to see the couple that had gone by us, were now standing but a few feet away watching. The woman was in front of her man who was hugging her from fanny. They made no effort to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my pecker from my drawers, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my prick in her. The look on her eye was as if this is what she lived for, sway punishing dick fucking her. I could feel her having miniature wave of coming as I fucked her difficult and deep as I could manage.


I looked over at the twosome and noticed he had his handwriting down the forepart of her pants obviously rubbing her snatch. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her rose hip to converge my thrusts. We locked eyes as she let a expectant gush of make out liberal and her slit grasping my cock milking it. My coming was so unaired I could not possess stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the womanhood now with her pants down and her boy booster pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's titmouse, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the low gear spirt of my total spattering over her bosom. The woman bent down and took my cock into her sassing slurping the cum from me as it flowed. It seemed like the central took hours but as soon as I was done coming the cleaning woman slid her oral cavity to Jessica 's tits licking my seed off them. Her boy friend pumped his load onto her cover and ass, jerking every last drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged names and earpiece turn and went on our separate ways. It was as if another barrier had been broken and Jessica and I were even closer. thing were moving very fast for us and although I had not planned on getting married ever, I knew I wanted Jessica to be piece of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same space, no kick to move forward relationship wise.

The End