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By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday competitiveness Night effect. She was not like a lot of the female that hung around the fights. Most char are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a blood lust to be satisfied. The other female presence was the pack miss, who wore little to zilch bikini not sound even at the beaches, and walked mansion around to stand for the unit of ammunition. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, variation bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a fighter than a witness, but distaff fighter aircraft were unusual in this environment.


This social club was under ground fighting, illegal and off limits to military personnel office. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with to a lesser extent work than in my Marine army corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the lodge any given dark. I say club but it was a storage warehouse that had range of mountains linkup fences around a 30 by 30 fundament mat. It resembled the cages set up by military machine police for over flow detention.


I was there for a conflict and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the way until it was my play to agitate. I went into the John Cage and won my defend 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 more I could fight, the more people would get to bed me and the money would be upright. I saw Jax had on MC coloring but did n't recognize the club gens. I thanked him and went back to the John Milton Cage Jr. to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and unify martial artistry too, so I stuck around to observe. I was also doing recon on potential future adversary. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inches taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the charwoman and won in the minute bout. After her fight she joined the watcher and battler who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time limit though, just fight boulder clay it as over one way or the other. The cause there were round of drinks was for advertisement and to give the fighters a chance to last longer. Longer fights equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing following to me and we started commenting on the engagement and talking between us. We met later that dark 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. Speed was always a shoes for melioration and having some one to promote you when you did n't feel like it was a channelize welfare. She was physically in soundly condition but I helped her bulge up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to earth and a happy hippy soul. She was repose the opposite when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two More competitiveness in the calendar week following and she was a very hard style to fight 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 proceedings all together. Working closely with her on an honest tier 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 week end with a full lunar month. All these events converged to create a very high zip way out from infrastructure. I had a scrap planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish whisky Pub before the combat tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure drive to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the fighting 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 bear witness 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 recess tonight as well as being my drive, just in cause I got too hurt to taunt. 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 office. Jax told me that my opposition was here as well and that we would be in slot turn 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this venue data formatting, battler I was surprised to be in the number three expansion slot for the night. The first slot was not a money manufacturing business, and the sec was usually a grievance / personal match that would catch the eye of spectators, getting them to the cage and interested. The third base slot was the showtime of the substantial money slots. The place was idiotic tonight, lusus naturae, geeks, the fat and the famous all in one place to see a real fight. No rules, no gloves, no Judges, just raw fighting at it 's Congress of Racial Equality. The referee was only there to declare a victor if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was set up for combat and tonight I had a architectural plan, I had done my home base piece of work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his impuissance and I had trained for him. The 5 minute rounds were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the coop calm air, no jumping, shadow boxing, no drama just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons check, making sure enough neither of us had any. The street corner persons left the John Milton Cage Jr. and the door to the batting cage locked. The bell stave, I stood in the center of the Cage and waited for my antagonist to amount to me. I quickly took his lead foot from under him with a leg expanse, following him to the deck using my forearm to the side of his drumhead as he hit.


He was unconscious mind and I did n't flex or even set up my manpower in victory. I waited for a second to see if he would recoup on his own, but he did not. The referee took a knee and checked his pulse, respiration as the batting cage crew opened the gate. The ref raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the cage. Jessica said"holy shit wienerwurst you destroyed the guy."I went to the office and Jax handed me the bag and said"adjacent time not so fast, string it out a daily 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 diner and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked next to my cycle and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through diner and for a minute I thought I had done something to scandalise her. The thought process crossed my mind that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost substantial money. I caught her staring all most through me, totally focused on me. I took her handwriting and asked her if there was a job. She seemed to melt at my touch and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"wienerwurst you were so fucking hot tonight."Her answer took me off sentry duty, we 'd been friends and training married person. I could see she was all char now, her base instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came right 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"trusted why not ?"We finished diner 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 light and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her step-in and sports bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my short.


I took my stance 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 amphetamine hand, until I was on top of her, my men on her throat holding her pile. My leg between hers suddenly gave way to cause, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my heavy hammer pressing through my shortstop into her wet pantie. Then the expression in her eyes made sensation, she needed to orgasm. She feigned endeavour to free herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and snap up her tomentum holding her down to the mat.


I used my former hand to pull at her scanty until I had to displace from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never accept done this to her. I pulled my drawers off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for gist, but it was too easy to labour the head of my cock inside her dripping wet slit. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual screw. I felt her cunt 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 very much force as I could hammering my prick 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 fall from her, the sweet-smelling kind loving hippy soul Jessica. But this sexual vulture, was the fierce and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her basis instinct.


Jessica started to shake off and shout, straining her articulation shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my hammer, hungry for my cum. I could n't moderate back any long and let the waves of explosive come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the pharyngeal consonant scream, I pulled my tool from her pussy and wiped the forefront of my cock up and down her slit to her clit whipping the last drops of semen on her fountainhead trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our dress piece by piece of music putting them back on. Jessica 's eyes 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 Friday night, but now it was Saturday morning and the air was clean and clear, washing over our hide, 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 realness it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to head to my berth and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our dress off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex last night had caught me off guard and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new property in our relationship.


Waking late good afternoon we decided to forgo any education today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no name and address, not to the computer storage, never to work, just freedom. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really babble to her about. She took to riding like a duck to water system, it appealed to her free flavor. At one recollective lighting She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to pull into the parking lot of a club called the torso shop.


She got off after I turned the motorcycle off and said she had to go pick up her pay check. It was n't until that instant that I realized she was a ecdysiast, and how small I really knew about the fantastic woman. Pulling off full tangency fighting while maintaining the body of a exotic dancer must not have been easy. It also explained why she 'd hold out my program to bulk 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 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 aliveness were coming together. The sun set and the air turned aplomb, riding was corking at this prison term of night, watching the light disappear and the darkness take over. The first wiz of the night and then the curtain of stars that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a route side park and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the wheel. There was n't much traffic passing game by and no one in the commons, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual striking with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the workbench seat and pulled her dungaree off her legs. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare twat smelled so born, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my quarter round to draw her lips apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her back talk once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my haircloth and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my cheek. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my emplacement between her legs, the scent of a fair sex and the moisture construction. I knew she was near to coming and prepared myself to thrash up every drop of her honeyed nectar. It was then I heard part as a duet walked by us headed to the adeptness. I looked as much as I could but Jessica 's handgrip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my boldness rougher than I would think to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my mouth holding my tightly in place as wave over wave of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her adhesive friction 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 movement of her man who was hugging her from derriere. They made no exploit to veil that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my putz from my gasp, I found Jessica 's dripping wet puss and thrust my cock in her. The face on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, rock hard cock fucking her. I could find her having miniature waves of orgasms as I fucked her operose and deep as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his mitt down the front man of her knickers obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her pelvis to play my thrusting. We locked eyes as she let a declamatory effusion of come loose and her bitch grasping my cock milking it. My orgasm was so close I could not take in stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her pants down and her boy ally pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's pap, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't take any Thomas More and pulled out of Jessica letting the number one spirt of my come splash over her tits. The cleaning lady bent down and took my rooster into her mouth slurping the seed from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hours but as soon as I was done coming the charwoman slid her mouth to Jessica 's tits licking my seed off them. Her boy booster pumped his load onto her backrest and ass, jerking every shoemaker's last drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each early as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged names and telephone Numbers and went on our separate ways. It was as if another barrier 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 place, no hurry to move forward relationship wise.

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