Fight Nox


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday fighting Nox effect. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the fights. Most woman are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a ancestry lust to be satisfied. The other female presence was the ring girls, who wore piffling to nothing bikini not legal even at the beaches, and walked signaling around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, sports bra top, and gym shoe. She looked more like a fighter than a viewer, but female person belligerent were unusual in this environment.


This clubhouse was under ground fighting, illegal and off limits 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 life history. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many war machine as civilian in the guild any given night. I say golf club but it was a warehouse that had Ernst Boris Chain link fence around a 30 by 30 animal foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by armed services police for over flow detention.


I was there for a fight and to make believe money from fighting so I watched all the players in the elbow room until it was my turn to contend. I went into the cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a distinctive bar fighter. I went to pick up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more I could defend, the more people would get to make love me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't agnise the nine name. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and conflate martial arts too, so I stuck around to see. I was also doing recon on possible future opposition. 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 indorsement round. After her combat she joined the spectator and battler who were done. In bare metacarpophalangeal joint fighting there usually was n't a metre limit though, just competitiveness till it as over one way or the other. The rationality there were one shot was for advertisement and to give the fighter a fortune to last longer. longer engagement equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing adjacent to me and we started commenting on the scrap 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 belligerent tier, 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 push you when you did n't feel like it was a target benefit. She was physically in good condition but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to earth and a glad hippy soul. She was repose the contrary 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 heavy mode to fight because she was so torrential in her attack. It concerned me that in the three fight of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than eight moment all together. Working closely with her on an honest level we grew personally, very close to each former, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a military pay day, three day week end with a good moon. All these events converged to create a very high energy exit from base. I had a battle planned for tonight, so I planned on merging 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 cerebration trend from the fight in a twosome hours. I snapped back to the road as a basketball player cut me off, It would not be safe for me, not to exhibit 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 box tonight as well as being my drive, just in typeface I got too hurt to twit. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was entire than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the office. Jax told me that my opposite was here as well and that we would be in slot number 3 for the Nox.


For two, relatively new to this venue format, fighters I was surprised to be in the number three slot for the nighttime. The showtime expansion slot was not a money Creator, and the second was usually a grudge / personal match that would catch the eye of viewer, getting them to the John Cage and interested. The tertiary slot was the get-go of the real money slots. The home was ridiculous tonight, addict, eccentric person, the plenteous and the noted all in one shoes to see a real engagement. No ruler, no baseball mitt, no Book of Judges, just raw fighting at it 's core. The referee was only there to declare a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was make for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my home base work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's proficiency, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 minute cycle were not going to be a broker tonight. I walked in the coop calm, no jumping, apparition boxing, no dramatic play just stone insensate. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons check, making sure neither of us had any. The recess persons left the cage and the door to the batting cage locked. The bell rung, I stood in the center of the cage and waited for my antagonist to arrive to me. I quickly took his lead fundament from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the pack of cards using my forearm to the side of his head as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't bend or even raise my hands in victory. I waited for a second to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The referee took a genu and checked his pulse, respiration as the cage work party opened the gate. The reader raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the Cage. Jessica said"Holy shit frankfurter you destroyed the guy."I went to the office and Jax handed me the purse and said"next clip 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 dining compartment 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 minute I thought I had done something to offend her. The thought crossed my psyche 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 and said"aught wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her cutis flushed turning slightly red, and answered"Frank you were so bed hot tonight."Her answer took me off precaution, we 'd been friends and training married person. I could see she was all cleaning woman now, her base instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came right then and there."As I struggled for tidings she asked"frankfurter 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 psyche. I said"for certain why not ?"We finished buffet car and I followed her on my bike to her gym. This is where we work out, train, but had never sparred. She turned on the sparkle and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her panties and play bra. I took my trouser off and shirt off, standing there in my shorts.


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 upper hand, until I was on top of her, my men on her throat holding her down. My ramification between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realisation was based on my arduous tool pressing through my boxershorts into her wet panties. Then the feel in her optic made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to free herself, but I was capable to let go of her throat and grab her hair holding her down to the mat.


I used my other deal to pull at her step-in until I had to impress from between her branch 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 wooden leg. She struggled for effect, but it was too easy to tug the question of my prick inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual nooky. I felt her cunt take my shaft and I pulled back out and slammed my cock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much force as I could hammering my putz in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The language she spewed, was ampule and degrading which just added the whole component, something I would never sustain guessed would hail from her, the sweet sort loving hippie soul Jessica. But this intimate predator, was the fierce and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her infrastructure instinct.


Jessica started to stimulate and scream, straining her voice shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my putz, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any longer and let the waves of explosive come fit from my peter burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the guttural shriek, I pulled my peter from her pussy and wiped the headspring of my cock up and down her pussy to her clit whipping the finale drops of seed on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our apparel piece by piece putting them back on. Jessica 's centre were once again unlike, another facial expression I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until dawning. It had been a magnificent Fri night, but now it was Sat morning and the air was clean 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 person when in reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to manoeuver to my place and slumber some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our wearing apparel off and laid down snuggling into each former. The sex net night had caught me off guard and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new billet in our kinship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to forgo any breeding today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no name and address, not to the store, never to make, 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 water, it appealed to her free feeling. At one long light 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 bicycle off and said she had to go pick up her pay check-out procedure. It was n't until that mo that I realized she was a stripper, and how piddling I really knew about the fantastic char. Pulling off wax middleman fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not have been well-to-do. It also explained why she 'd jib my plans to bulk her up a little for fighting. She was only gone a few instant 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 society, which would mean she would establish more money.


We rode out of town headed to the sun as it started to set on the purview. It was truly zen like how our spirit were coming together. The sun set and the air turned poise, riding was with child at this time of night, watching the igniter disappear and the iniquity take over. The first base star of the night and then the pall of asterisk that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side common and we used the readiness, meeting up on a bench near the bike. There was n't much traffic pass by and no one in the park, 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 seat and pulled her denim off her leg. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my pass.


Her bare twat smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from slope to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my quarter round to rive 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 sass once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hairsbreadth and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my boldness. I gave in, letting her pathfinder me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my attitude between her legs, the scent of a woman and the moisture building. I knew she was conclude to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop cloth of her cherubic ambrosia. It was then I heard voices 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 method of birth control, she was grinding on my nerve rougher than I would think to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her dab 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 grasp on my read/write head I looked up to see the yoke that had gone by us, were now standing but a few foundation away watching. The charwoman was in front of her man who was hugging her from buns. They made no endeavor to shroud that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrusting my prick in her. The spirit on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, rock strong cock fucking her. I could finger her having illumination Wave of orgasms as I fucked her hard and deep as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his handwriting down the battlefront of her pant obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her pelvic arch to meet my drive. We locked oculus as she let a large blowup of hail release and her cunt grasping my cock milking it. My orgasm was so close I could not receive stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her trouser 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 nipples roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the outset jet of my come in dab over her mammilla. The womanhood bent down and took my stopcock into her mouthpiece slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took time of day but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's tits licking my seed off them. Her boy friend pumped his load onto her spinal column and ass, jerking every death drib on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an titillating dream.


We exchanged names and phone numbers 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 voice of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same lieu, no rushing to strike forward family relationship wise.

The End