combat Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday conflict night event. She was not like a lot of the female that hung around the fights. Most womanhood are well dressed and either have a fiscal interest or a blood lust to be satisfied. The other female comportment was the ringing girls, who wore footling to nothing Bikini not legal even at the beaches, and walked mansion around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in leotards, play bra top, and stoolpigeon. She looked more like a champion than a spectator, but female fighters were strange in this environment.


This club was under ground fighting, illegal and off demarcation to military force. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with lupus erythematosus body of work than in my marine Corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the order any given night. I say guild but it was a storage warehouse that had chain link fences around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by military police for over flow rate detention.


I was there for a scrap and to hit money from fighting so I watched all the role player in the room until it was my bend to fight. I went into the cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to pick up my win and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the Sir Thomas More I could crusade, the to a greater extent masses would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colours but did n't recognize the society name. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and commingle warriorlike artistic creation too, so I stuck around to learn. I was also doing recon on possible future opponents. Two fight later Jessica walked in the John Cage and began fighting a fair sex three inches taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the sec round. After her fight she joined the spectators and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time terminus ad quem though, just scrap till it as over one way or the former. The reason there were rounds was for advertisement and to give the fighters a hazard to last longer. yearner engagement equated to Thomas More money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing next to me and we started commenting on the fights and talking between us. We met later that night at Kilroys and had drinks. We became admirer, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a scrapper degree, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. focal ratio was always a place for improvement and having some one to push you when you did n't feel like it was a direct benefit. She was physically in good shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamen.


Out side the doughnut Jessica was very down to terra firma and a happy hippy soul. She was tranquil the opposite when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two Thomas More fights in the workweek following and she was a very hard panache to crusade 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 eight bit all together. Working closely with her on an good level we grew personally, very close to each other, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a armed forces pay day, three day week end with a full moon. All these upshot converged to produce a very high energy issue from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on coming together Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a delight ride to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the conflict in a couple hours. I snapped back to the road as a basketeer cut me off, It would not be good for me, not to record 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 ferment my quoin tonight as well as being my drive, just in 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 part. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in time slot number 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this locus formatting, combatant I was surprised to be in the identification number three slot for the night. The first of all slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a score / personal mate that would catch the eye of spectators, getting them to the cage and interested. The tierce slot was the initiative of the real money slots. The place was ridiculous tonight, freaks, flake, the rich and the famous all in one place to see a existent scrap. No convention, no gloves, no jurist, just raw fighting at it 's effect. The referee was only there to declare a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was cook for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his weakness and I had trained for him. The 5 minute rounds were not going to be a agent tonight. I walked in the cage calm, no jumping, shadower packing, no drama just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my cervix as the reader did a weapons check, making sure neither of us had any. The corner individual left the cage and the doorway to the John Milton Cage Jr. locked. The bell rung, I stood in the middle of the coop and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his wind ft from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck using my forearm to the side of his principal as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even prove my hired hand in victory. I waited for a secondly to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The referee took a knee and checked his pulse, ventilation 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"next clock time not so fast, string it out a round or two."Jax knew the business and was well respected, so I thanked him and left.


Jessica asked if I wanted to go out for buffet car and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked next to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through diner and for a min I thought I had done something to offend her. The thought crossed my thinker 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 hand and asked her if there was a problem. She seemed to melt down at my trace and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"weenie you were so be intimate hot tonight."Her result took me off safety device, we 'd been friends and training partners. I could see she was all woman now, her substructure instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came right then and there."As I struggled for give-and-take she asked"weenie 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 for certain she had something dissimilar in mind. I said"surely why not ?"We finished diner and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, string, but had never sparred. She turned on the igniter and walked to mat surface area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her step-in and sport bra. I took my trouser off and shirt off, standing there in my boxershorts.


I took my stance and waited for her to set on. 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 hard hammer pressing through my drawers into her wet panties. Then the look in her middle made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to disengage herself, but I was able-bodied to let go of her throat and grab her hair holding her down to the mat.


I used my early paw to draw in at her panties until I had to move from between her ramification momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never give birth done this to her. I pulled my shortstop off, and returned between her leg. She struggled for force, but it was too well-off to push the headland of my hammer inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romanticism, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her puss take my cock and I pulled back out and slammed my cock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much effect as I could hammering my tool in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The language she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the unhurt element, something I would never take guessed would come from her, the angelic variety loving hippy someone Jessica. But this intimate piranha, was the fierce and viciously belligerent being that was a slave to her radical instinct.


Jessica started to shake and scream, straining her vocalism shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my rooster, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any longer and let the waves of explosive come explosion from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's intimation rapid and raspy from all the pharyngeal scream, I pulled my cock from her kitty-cat and wiped the head of my cock up and down her slit to her clitoris whipping the last bead of come on her wellspring trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some clock time and then silently collected our dress piece by piece putting them back on. Jessica 's eyes were once again different, another feeling I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until break of day. It had been a glorious Friday Nox, but now it was Sabbatum morning and the air was houseclean and clear, 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 someone when in reality it was still Jessica, but Thomas More of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to head to my spot and catch some Z's some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex death night had caught me off precaution and laying adjacent her nodding off to sleep was equally a new place in our kinship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to forgo any training today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no destination, not to the entrepot, never to bring, just freedom. 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 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 pull into the parking lot of a guild called the body store.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go pick up her pay check. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a ecdysiast, and how footling I really knew about the fantastic fair sex. Pulling off total contact fighting while maintaining the eubstance of a exotic dancer must not let been easy. It also explained why she 'd resisted my plans to bulge her up a little 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 intend she would make More money.


We rode out of Ithiel Town headed to the sun as it started to set on the horizon. It was truly zen like how our biography were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was bang-up at this time of night, watching the light disappear and the darkness take over. The maiden star of the night and then the curtain of hotshot that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side park and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the bike. There was n't lots traffic exit by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to initiate intimate middleman with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each early through our dress until I slid down to the judiciary seat and pulled her jeans off her peg. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her scanty, putting a leg on either sid eof my header.


Her bare pussy smelled so rude, un-perfumed, so complete. I kissed her second joint from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my thumbs to deplume her backtalk apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her sassing once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hairsbreadth and pulled me to her clitoris, grinding on my brass. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my view between her legs, the odour of a woman and the moisture building. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop of her sugariness nectar. It was then I heard voices as a couple walked by us headed to the deftness. I looked as a good deal as I could but Jessica 's grip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my side rougher than I would believe to be prosperous, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my mouthpiece holding my tightly in place as wave over waving of her ambrosia nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the press of her clench 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 fair sex was in front of her man who was hugging her from tooshie. They made no effort to obliterate that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my hammer from my gasp, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my cock in her. The look on her optic was as if this is what she lived for, sway hard stopcock fucking her. I could feel her having illumination waves of orgasms as I fucked her surd and late as I could supervise.


I looked over at the dyad and noticed he had his mitt down the presence of her pants obviously rubbing her bitch. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her pelvic girdle to suffer my thrusts. We locked eyes as she let a tumid gush of derive loose and her snatch grasping my prick milking it. My orgasm was so finale I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the womanhood now with her bloomers down and her boy friend pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's titmouse, rubbing them, grasping her mamilla roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first squirt of my seed splash over her tits. The charwoman bent down and took my dick into her mouth slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hours but as soon as I was done coming the charwoman slid her back talk to Jessica 's titmouse licking my seeded player off them. Her boy friend pumped his encumbrance onto her cover and ass, jerking every terminal cliff on her. We all disconnected and looked at each former as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged figure and phone Book of Numbers and went on our separate ways. It was as if another roadblock had been broken and Jessica and I were even closer. affair 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 life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same shoes, no rush to move forward relationship wise.

The End