Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few calendar month ago at a Friday combat night case. She was not like a lot of the female person that hung around the fights. well-nigh charwoman are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a stemma lust to be satisfied. The other female comportment was the pack girlfriend, who wore small to nothing two-piece not legal even at the beaches, and walked house around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, athletics bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a scrapper than a spectator, but female belligerent were unusual in this environment.


This clubhouse was under solid ground fighting, illegal and off limits to military personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less work than in my shipboard soldier Corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military machine as civilian in the nightspot any given dark. I say nightclub but it was a warehouse that had chain link fence around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the John Milton Cage Jr. set up by armed services constabulary for over flow detention.


I was there for a fight and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my turn of events to fight. I went into the cage and won my contend quickly, the guy was knotty but not trained, a distinctive bar fighter. I went to pick up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the appearance told me that the to a greater extent I could fight, the more people would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC coloration but did n't pick out 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 commix martial nontextual matter too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on potential succeeding opponents. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a fair sex three column inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the endorse round. After her fighting she joined the watcher and fighter aircraft who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time terminal point though, just fight till it as over one way or the other. The intellect there were bout was for advertisement and to give the fighter aircraft a chance to last longer. Longer battle equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing succeeding to me and we started commenting on the fights 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. fastness was always a shoes for improvement and having some one to fight you when you did n't feel like it was a direct benefit. She was physically in good flesh but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to world and a happy hipster soulfulness. She was quiet the opposite word when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously strong-growing. I watched her fight two more conflict in the workweek following and she was a very hard vogue to oppose because she was so torrential in her onslaught. It concerned me that in the three engagement of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought Thomas More than eight minutes all together. Working closely with her on an honest level we grew personally, very close to each other, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a military machine pay day, three day week end with a full Sun Myung Moon. All these outcome converged to create a very high energy exit from foundation. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on group meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Gaelic Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my cerebration drift from the fight 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 present 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 put to work my corner tonight as well as being my ride, just in case I got too hurt to cod. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was wide-cut 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 turn 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this locus format, fighters I was surprised to be in the issue three slot for the nighttime. The firstly slot was not a money shaper, and the second was usually a grievance / personal match that would hitch the eye of spectator pump, getting them to the cage and interested. The third slot was the start of the real money expansion slot. The berth was ridiculous tonight, freaks, eccentric, the rich and the famous all in one lieu to see a real competitiveness. No rules, no gloves, no jurist, just raw fighting at it 's kernel. The referee was only there to declare a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for fighting and tonight I had a programme, I had done my home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his failing and I had trained for him. The 5 minute daily round were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the coop equanimity, no jumping, dark boxing, no drama just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a artillery check-out procedure, making sure neither of us had any. The corner soul left the John Milton Cage Jr. and the door to the coop locked. The bell rung, I stood in the plaza of the batting cage and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his precede human foot from under him with a leg end run, following him to the deck using my forearm to the side of his point as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't bend or even enkindle my hands in triumph. I waited for a second to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The umpire took a knee and checked his heart rate, respiration as the batting cage crowd opened the logic gate. The referee raised my hand in triumph 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"side by side metre 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 diner and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked next to my motorcycle and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through diner and for a bit I thought I had done something to transgress her. The mentation 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 deal and asked her if there was a job. She seemed to melt at my touch modality and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her peel flushed turning slightly red, and answered"Frank you were so fucking hot tonight."Her answer took me off guard, we 'd been friends and training partners. I could see she was all woman now, her understructure instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came correct 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"sure why not ?"We finished dining 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 Light Within and walked to mat area removing her outer apparel until she was wearing just her panty and sportsman bra. I took my knickers 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 hands on her pharynx holding her down. My pegleg between hers suddenly gave way to rationality, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my hard rooster pressing through my short into her wet pantie. Then the look in her eyes made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned effort to free herself, but I was capable to let go of her pharynx and grab her fuzz holding her down to the mat.


I used my other hand to pull at her panties until I had to move from between her branch momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never stimulate done this to her. I pulled my shorts off, and returned between her leg. She struggled for outcome, but it was too well-fixed to campaign the caput of my turncock inside her dripping wet slit. This was n't Latinian language, just raw instinctual screw. I felt her twat fill 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 a lot force as I could hammer my stopcock in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The speech she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the whole element, something I would never induce guessed would derive from her, the sweet sort loving hippy soul Jessica. But this sexual piranha, was the violent and viciously belligerent being that was a slave to her base instinct.


Jessica started to shake and call, straining her vocalisation yelling at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my cock, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any longer and let the waves of volatile come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the pharyngeal screaming, I pulled my cock from her cunt and wiped the head of my pecker up and down her prick to her clit whipping the last drops of semen on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some meter and then silently collected our clothes piece by spell putting them back on. Jessica 's center 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 Nox, but now it was Saturday cockcrow and the air was clean and clear, washing over our pelt, 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 person when in reality it was still Jessica, but Sir Thomas More of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to head to my office and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our apparel off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex stopping point night had caught me off guard and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new blank space in our relationship.


Waking late good afternoon we decided to forgo any grooming today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to taunt, no destination, not to the store, never to process, 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 unloose spirit. At one long light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to force into the parking lot of a club called the organic structure shop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go plunk up her pay curb. It was n't until that consequence that I realized she was a stripper, and how niggling I really knew about the fantastic charwoman. Pulling off replete touch fighting while maintaining the eubstance of a ecdysiast must not receive been gentle. It also explained why she 'd resisted my plans to bulge her up a little for fighting. She was only gone a few transactions 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 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 skyline. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned coolheaded, riding was not bad at this time of night, watching the light disappear and the dark yield over. The first whiz of the night and then the curtain of asterisk that blanketed to nighttime sky. I pulled over to a route face commons and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the bike. There was n't a good deal traffic passing game by and no one in the park, to I took the chance to originate intimate contact with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the work bench derriere and pulled her jeans off her pegleg. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panty, putting a leg on either sid eof my point.


Her bare pussycat smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from side to side leading up to her bare hammock. I used my thumbs to pull her brim apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her lips once more. Jessica was getting bedwetter, grasped my hair and pulled me to her button, grinding on my side. I gave in, letting her template me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her stage, the scent of a woman and the moisture building. I knew she was end to coming and prepared myself to lick up every driblet of her dulcet ambrosia. It was then I heard voices as a match walked by us headed to the readiness. I looked as a good deal as I could but Jessica 's grip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her poking matching the rhythm, 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 splash into my mouth holding my tightly in plaza as wave over undulation of her nectar nearly submerge me.


As Jessica released the insistency of her adhesive friction on my foreland I looked up to see the match that had gone by us, were now standing but a few feet away watching. The woman was in strawman of her man who was hugging her from ass. They made no movement to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my dick from my pant, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and pierce my cock in her. The look on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, rock surd cock fucking her. I could feel her having miniature waves of orgasms as I fucked her hard and inscrutable as I could oversee.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the front of her trouser obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her hips to assemble my driving force. We locked eyes as she let a vauntingly gush of come unloose and her cunt grasping my rooster milking it. My climax was so close I could not sustain stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her pants down and her boy Quaker pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's tits, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't subscribe to any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first squirt of my come splash over her teat. The char bent down and took my turncock into her oral fissure slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hour but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's mamilla licking my seed off them. Her boy acquaintance pumped his cargo onto her back and ass, jerking every live drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an titillating dream.


We exchanged names and phone issue 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 percentage of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the like place, no surge to incite forward kinship wise.

The End