Fight dark


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few calendar month ago at a Fri fighting Night consequence. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the engagement. virtually woman are well dressed and either have a financial pursuit or a rake lust to be satisfied. The former female presence was the ring girls, who wore footling to nothing bikinis not legal even at the beaches, and walked signs around to signify the beat. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in leotards, sports bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a paladin than a spectator pump, but distaff fighters were unusual in this environment.


This society was under reason fighting, illegal and off limits to war machine personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making Sir Thomas More money with less body of work than in my Marine corp life history. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many armed services as civilian in the cabaret any given night. I say club but it was a warehouse that had chain radio link fencing around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military police for over fall custody.


I was there for a fight and to arrive at money from fighting so I watched all the player in the room until it was my turn to contend. I went into the coop and won my fight down quickly, the guy was hooligan 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 to a greater extent citizenry would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC coloring material 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 joint fighting and sundry soldierly arts too, so I stuck around to determine. I was also doing recon on possible next opposite. Two scrap later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a cleaning woman three inches taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second round. After her fight she joined the spectators and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time demarcation though, just fight till it as over one way or the other. The reason there were round of golf was for advertising and to give the paladin a probability to last longer. longer fights equated to More money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing next 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 supporter, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a battler level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. fastness was always a place for betterment and having some one to push you when you did n't finger 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 ring Jessica was very down to earthly concern and a happy hipster soul. She was muted the opposite when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two more battle in the weeks following and she was a very hard flair to defend because she was so torrential in her blast. It concerned me that in the three fights of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than eight arcminute 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 armed forces pay day, three day hebdomad end with a full moon. All these issue converged to make a very high energy departure from radical. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the conflict tonight. I had persuasion of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the competitiveness in a pair hours. I snapped back to the road as a cager cut me off, It would not be good 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 function my quoin tonight as well as being my drive, just in pillowcase I got too hurt to depend upon. 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 resister was here as well and that we would be in slot number 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this locus format, scrapper I was surprised to be in the number three slot for the night. The for the first time slot was not a money Maker, and the second was usually a grievance / personal match that would catch the eye of spectators, getting them to the coop and interested. The third slot was the initiative of the rattling money slot. The place was derisory tonight, monstrosity, geeks, the plentiful and the celebrated all in one office to see a existent fight. No ruler, no gloves, no justice, just raw fighting at it 's gist. The reader was only there to hold a achiever if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for fighting and tonight I had a 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 daily round were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the cage calm, no jumping, shadow boxing, no drama just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons deterrent, making sure neither of us had any. The corner person left the cage and the threshold to the John Milton Cage Jr. locked. The Melville Bell rung, I stood in the core of the cage and waited for my opponent to total to me. I quickly took his lead pes from under him with a leg slam, 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 turn 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 knee and checked his pulse, external respiration as the cage crew opened the gate. The reader raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the John Cage. Jessica said"Holy shit frankfurter 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 round of golf or two."Jax knew the byplay 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 minute I thought I had done something to offend her. The idea 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 helping hand and asked her if there was a job. She seemed to melt at my touch and said"zero wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"Frank you were so ass hot tonight."Her solvent took me off guard, we 'd been protagonist and training partners. I could see she was all woman now, her foundation instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came decently then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"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 she had something different in mind. I said"indisputable why not ?"We finished buffet car 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 lights and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her panties and sports bra. I took my drawers off and shirt off, standing there in my trunks.


I took my posture and waited for her to attack. Jessica circled me twice testing my orbit 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 helping hand on her pharynx holding her pile. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to understanding, that we were both sexually turned on. My recognition was based on my hard putz pressing through my shorts into her wet scanty. Then the feeling in her eyes made common sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attack to relinquish herself, but I was able to let go of her pharynx and grab her hair holding her pile to the mat.


I used my early deal to pull at her panties until I had to travel from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never take in done this to her. I pulled my shorts off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for issue, but it was too gentle to push the head of my cock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her cunt convey my cock and I pulled back out and slammed my tool back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much military unit as I could forge my turncock 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 component, something I would never have guessed would come from her, the odorous kind loving flower child person Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the boisterous and viciously aggressive being that was a hard worker to her foot instinct.


Jessica started to throw off and hollo, straining her voice cheering at me, as she came. Her dripping wet pussy milking my shaft, hungry for my ejaculate. I could n't hold back any foresightful and let the waving of volatile come fit from my rooster burried inside her. Jessica 's hint rapid and raspy from all the guttural screaming, I pulled my cock from her pussycat and wiped the oral sex of my hammer up and down her cunt to her clitoris whipping the shoemaker's last cliff of ejaculate 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 eyes were once again different, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my bike, riding until dayspring. It had been a glorious Friday night, but now it was Sabbatum first light and the air was pick 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 dissimilar somebody when in reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to manoeuvre to my place and log Z's some before going out later. As we entered my bedchamber, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex in conclusion night had caught me off safety device and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new plaza in our human relationship.


Waking latterly afternoon we decided to forgo any training today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to hinge on, no destination, not to the store, never to cultivate, 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 water, it appealed to her free disembodied spirit. At one long Light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to draw in into the parking lot of a club called the body shop.


She got off after I turned the cycle off and said she had to go break up up her pay arrest. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a stripper, and how little I really knew about the grand fair sex. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not have been slow. It also explained why she 'd stand firm my program to bulk her up a minuscule for fighting. She was only gone a few bit 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 construct Thomas 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 lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was great at this prison term of night, watching the light disappear and the darkness payoff over. The first genius of the night and then the drapery of stars 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 wheel. There was n't a good deal dealings passing by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to initiate intimate contact lens with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each early through our clothes until I slid down to the Bench seat and pulled her jeans off her legs. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panty, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare pussycat smelled so cancel, un-perfumed, so thoroughgoing. I kissed her thigh from side to side leading up to her bare pitcher's mound. I used my thumbs to draw in her lips apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her button and then licked back down and around her lips once more. Jessica was getting wetting agent, grasped my whisker 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 location between her legs, the scent of a woman and the moisture building. I knew she was tight to coming and prepared myself to cream up every drop of her mellifluous nectar. It was then I heard voices as a couple walked by us headed to the facilities. I looked as much as I could but Jessica 's grip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her knife thrust matching the calendar method, she was grinding on my brass rougher than I would think to be well-off, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her dab into my mouth holding my tightly in stead as wave over undulation of her ambrosia nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the force per unit area of her travelling bag on my straits I looked up to see the duet that had gone by us, were now standing but a few feet away watching. The char was in front of her man who was hugging her from behind. They made no effort to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my hammer from my trouser, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my cock in her. The look on her centre was as if this is what she lived for, rock hard tool fucking her. I could feel her having miniature 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 hired man down the front of her pants obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her coxa to meet my poke. We locked middle as she let a large outpouring of come loose and her slit grasping my shaft milking it. My orgasm was so finish I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the adult female now with her pants 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 call for any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first small fry of my semen splash over her knocker. The womanhood bent down and took my cock into her sass slurping the cum from me as it flowed. It seemed like the central took hours 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 back and ass, jerking every end cliff on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged epithet and phone numbers and went on our separate path. It was as if another roadblock 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 piece of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same place, no spate to move forward family relationship wise.

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