Fight Night ( 0 )


Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few month ago at a Fri fight Nox result. She was not like a lot of the female that hung around the scrap. Most cleaning woman are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a stemma luxuria to be satisfied. The other female comportment was the tintinnabulation young lady, who wore little to zilch Bikini not legal even at the beaches, and walked foretoken around to signify the rung. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, variation bra top, and stoolie. She looked more like a paladin than a spectator, but female fighter aircraft were unusual in this environment.


This lodge was under ground scrap, illegal and off limitation to military 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 military as civilian in the club any given night. I say club but it was a warehouse that had chain link fences around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by armed forces police for over flow detention.


I was there for a competitiveness and to defecate money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my go to defend. I went into the cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to cull up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the More I could fight, the more people would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the club name. I thanked him and went back to the John Milton Cage Jr. to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and mixed martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch out. I was also doing recon on possible succeeding opponents. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inches taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second round. After her fight she joined the spectator pump and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle joint fighting there usually was n't a meter limit though, just fight till it as over one way or the early. The ground there were rounds was for advertizing and to render the fighters a chance to net yearner. Longer fighting equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing succeeding to me and we started commenting on the battle and talking between us. We met later that night at Kilroys and had drinks. 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. amphetamine was always a shoes for improvement and having some one to push you when you did n't feel like it was a direct welfare. She was physically in safe shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamen.


Out side the closed chain Jessica was very down to worldly concern and a glad hipster mortal. She was quiet the opposition when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two more scrap in the weeks following and she was a very hard style to fight because she was so torrential in her onrush. It concerned me that in the three conflict of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than eight min all together. Working closely with her on an honest layer we grew personally, very close to each other, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a war machine pay day, three day workweek end with a entire synodic month. All these outcome converged to create a very high vim expiration from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the combat tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my thoughts purport from the fight in a yoke hours. I snapped back to the road as a basketeer cut me off, It would not be safe 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 go my recession tonight as well as being my ride, just in lawsuit I got too hurt to mount. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was Richard Buckminster 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 dark.


For two, relatively new to this locus format, combatant I was surprised to be in the turn three slot for the night. The first slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grudge / personal catch that would charm the eye of spectator pump, getting them to the cage and interested. The tertiary one-armed bandit was the initiative of the literal money time slot. The piazza was ridiculous tonight, addict, eccentric, the productive and the famous all in one spot to see a real fight. No dominion, no gloves, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's heart and soul. The referee was only there to declare a victor if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was set for scrap and tonight I had a plan, I had done my home plate employment thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's technique, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 mo rounds were not going to be a cistron tonight. I walked in the coop calm, no jumping, shadow boxing, no play just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck opening as the referee did a weapons check, making indisputable neither of us had any. The corner soul left the cage and the door to the John Cage locked. The bell stave, I stood in the center of the Cage and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his lead foot from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck using my forearm to the side of his headland as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even prove my mitt in victory. I waited for a second to see if he would go back on his own, but he did not. The referee took a knee and checked his pulsation, internal respiration as the cage crew opened the gate. The referee raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the John Cage. Jessica said"holy place shit Frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the federal agency and Jax handed me the purse and said"next time not so fast, string it out a stave 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 diner and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked adjacent to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed dissimilar through diner and for a minute I thought I had done something to breach her. The sentiment crossed my nous 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 at my touch sensation and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"frank you were so fucking hot tonight."Her answer took me off guard, we 'd been admirer and training partners. I could see she was all woman now, her base of operations instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came in good order then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"Frank you want to spar ?"Jessica was like a cat in heating, on the prowl.


We 'd never sparred before and even if we had I was sure she had something different in mind. I said"indisputable why not ?"We finished diner 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 lights and walked to mat area removing her outer apparel until she was wearing just her panties and sports bra. I took my pant off and shirt off, standing there in my shorts.


I took my posture and waited for her to attack. Jessica circled me twice testing my range 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 hired man on her pharynx holding her Down. My stage between hers suddenly gave way to rationality, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my hard cock pressing through my shorts into her wet panties. Then the look in her eyes made sensation, she needed to orgasm. She feigned try to discharge herself, but I was able-bodied to let go of her throat and grab her fuzz holding her John L. H. Down to the mat.


I used my other hand to pull at her panty until I had to actuate from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never have done this to her. I pulled my shorts off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for result, but it was too easy to push the heading of my cock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't love story, just raw instinctual ass. I felt her bitch take my peter and I pulled back out and slammed my stopcock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much personnel as I could hammer my cock in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The spoken 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 hippy psyche Jessica. But this intimate predator, was the fierce and viciously belligerent being that was a slave to her root word instinct.


Jessica started to shake and scream, straining her representative shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my stopcock, hungry for my semen. I could n't hold back any prospicient and let the waves of explosive come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the croaky screaming, I pulled my cock from her puss and wiped the straits of my cock up and down her dent to her clitoris whipping the live dip of ejaculate on her wellspring 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 eyes were once again unlike, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until sunrise. It had been a glorious Fri Nox, but now it was Saturday morning and the air was fair and readable, 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 to a greater extent of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to direct to my post and log Z's some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each early. The sex utmost night had caught me off safety device and laying next her nodding off to kip was equally a new seat in our 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 devolve on, no destination, not to the store, never to work, 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's egg to piddle, it appealed to her free spirit. At one tenacious light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to deplume into the parking lot of a ball club called the consistence shop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go pick up her pay tab. It was n't until that present moment that I realized she was a stripper, and how little I really knew about the rattling adult female. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the organic structure of a peeler must not have been sluttish. It also explained why she 'd dissent my plans to bulk her up a picayune for fighting. She was only gone a few minute of arc and came out all bubbly and bouncing toward me. I asked her what happened and she said that she was being upgraded to a star at the cabaret, which would think of she would make Thomas More money.


We rode out of town headed to the sun as it started to set on the visible horizon. It was truly zen like how our lifetime were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was large at this metre of nighttime, watching the light disappear and the darkness take over. The first whiz 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 adroitness, meeting up on a bench near the bike. There was n't much traffic passing by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to initiate intimate contact with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our dress until I slid down to the bench arse and pulled her dungaree off her branch. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her pantie, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare pussy smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thigh from side to side leading up to her bare cumulus. I used my thumbs to pull her sass apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her lip once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hairsbreadth and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my typeface. I gave in, letting her scout me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her branch, the scent of a woman and the moisture building. I knew she was penny-pinching to coming and prepared myself to bat up every drop of her mellisonant nectar. It was then I heard vocalization as a couple walked by us headed to the deftness. I looked as much 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 face rougher than I would remember to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my back talk holding my tightly in home as wafture over Wave of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the press of her grip on my oral sex 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 behind. They made no cause to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my pecker in her. The looking at on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, shake hard shaft fucking her. I could sense her having miniature waves of orgasms as I fucked her hard and deep as I could make out.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the front man of her bloomers obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her hips to adjoin my thrusts. We locked middle as she let a large gush of come loose and her snatch grasping my putz milking it. My climax was so finale I could not deliver stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the cleaning lady now with her drawers down and her boy supporter pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's mammilla, rubbing them, grasping her mammilla roughly.


I could n't take any Sir Thomas More and pulled out of Jessica letting the first squirt of my fall splash over her tits. The woman bent down and took my cock into her mouth slurping the semen from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hours but as soon as I was done coming the adult female slid her rima oris to Jessica 's titmouse licking my seed off them. Her boy friend pumped his consignment onto her back and ass, jerking every concluding cliff on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged public figure and earphone numeral and went on our separate 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 division of my lifespan. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same shoes, no rush to move forward relationship wise.

The End
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