Fight night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few month ago at a Friday fighting Night event. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the engagement. Most charwoman are well dressed and either have a financial pastime or a blood lust to be satisfied. The former female presence was the band young lady, who wore little to goose egg bikinis not legal even at the beaches, and walked signs around to mean the daily round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, mutation bra top, and sneak. She looked more like a attack aircraft than a spectator, but female battler were unusual in this environment.


This club was under ground fighting, illegal and off limit to military personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making Sir Thomas 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 golf club any given night. I say club but it was a warehouse that had mountain range link fence around a 30 by 30 groundwork mat. It resembled the cage set up by Military law for over flowing detention.


I was there for a fight and to constitute money from fighting so I watched all the role player in the room until it was my turn to fight. I went into the batting cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a distinctive bar battler. I went to beak up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more than I could fight, the Sir Thomas More masses would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognise the club name. I thanked him and went back to the batting cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and sundry warlike arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on possible futurity opposite. Two battle later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three column inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the cleaning lady and won in the back bout. After her fight she joined the spectator and scrapper who were done. In bare metacarpophalangeal joint fighting there usually was n't a fourth dimension limit though, just battle till it as over one way or the early. The reason there were rounds was for advertisement and to dedicate the fighter a chance to last yearner. Longer conflict equated to Thomas More money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing next 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 story, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. upper was always a place 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 good shape but I helped her bulge up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to ground and a happy hippy soul. She was quiet the opposite word 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 hard style to push 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 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 moon. All these events converged to make a very high energy exit from base. I had a scrap planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Gaelic Pub before the competitiveness tonight. I had opinion of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure drive to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the combat in a dyad hours. I snapped back to the road as a basketball player cut me off, It would not be estimable 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 work my recession tonight as well as being my ride, just in case I got too hurt to razz. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was broad than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the function. 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 venue format, fighters I was surprised to be in the telephone number three time slot for the night. The first slot was not a money maker, and the secondment was usually a grudge / personal lucifer that would bewitch the eye of spectator, getting them to the cage and interested. The third base slot was the low of the real money slots. The topographic point was absurd tonight, monster, geeks, the deep and the renowned all in one place to see a actual engagement. No rules, no baseball glove, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's nub. The referee was only there to declare a success if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my house work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's proficiency, his failing and I had trained for him. The 5 min rung were not going to be a divisor tonight. I walked in the cage calm air, no jumping, trace boxing, no drama just stone low temperature. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the reviewer did a weapons check, making sure neither of us had any. The corner someone left the cage and the door to the cage locked. The bell rundle, I stood in the sum of the cage and waited for my resister to come to me. I quickly took his pencil lead foot from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck using my forearm to the incline of his oral sex as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't deform or even promote my men in victory. I waited for a 2nd to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The referee took a stifle and checked his pulsing, respiration as the cage crew opened the logic gate. The ref raised my hand in victory 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 bag and said"following time not so fast, string it out a rhythm 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 bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed dissimilar through diner and for a minute I thought I had done something to offend her. The thought 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 hired hand and asked her if there was a problem. 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"Frank you were so bang hot tonight."Her answer took me off sentry go, we 'd been champion and training better half. I could see she was all cleaning woman now, her foundation instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came right then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"weenie 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 certain she had something dissimilar in mind. I said"sure 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 spark and walked to mat surface area removing her outer apparel until she was wearing just her pantie and sportsman bra. I took my pant off and shirt off, standing there in my shorts.


I took my stance and waited for her to lash out. 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 helping hand, until I was on top of her, my hands on her throat holding her down. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to understanding, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my hard turncock pressing through my shorts into her wet panty. Then the look in her eyes made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned try to free herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and grab her pilus holding her down to the mat.


I used my early hand to extract at her panties until I had to proceed from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never give done this to her. I pulled my drawers off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for burden, but it was too well-to-do to bear on the header of my cock inside her dripping wet puss. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her slit take my dick and I pulled back out and slammed my peter back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as often force play as I could hammer my tool in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The spoken communication she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the whole element, something I would never have guessed would come from her, the seraphic sort loving hippie soul Jessica. But this intimate vulture, was the savage and viciously strong-growing being that was a slave to her base instinct.


Jessica started to shake and scream, straining her voice cheering at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my cock, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any longsighted and let the waves of explosive come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the pharyngeal screaming, I pulled my prick from her pussy and wiped the head of my dick up and down her slit to her button whipping the cobbler's last cliff of cum on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our clothes piece by opus putting them back on. Jessica 's eyes were once again different, another feel I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my bike, riding until dayspring. It had been a magnificent Friday night, but now it was Saturday sunup and the air was sporty and clear, washing over our cutis, binding us together. This day would not be spent fighting but partying.


We stopped at the 50 's dining compartment 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 channelize to my place and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our wearing apparel off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex last Nox had caught me off safety and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new office in our relationship.


Waking later afternoon we decided to forgo any training today, and to go where the route takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no destination, not to the shop, never to work, just freedom. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really lecture to her about. She took to riding like a duck's egg to water, it appealed to her free intent. At one long lightness 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 trunk workshop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go beak up her pay check. It was n't until that import that I realized she was a stripper, and how fiddling I really knew about the fantastic woman. Pulling off full striking fighting while maintaining the organic structure of a stripper must not have been easy. It also explained why she 'd resisted my design to bulge her up a fiddling 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 townsfolk 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 not bad at this time of night, watching the light disappear and the darkness return over. The start hotshot of the night and then the drapery of wiz that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side parkland and we used the readiness, meeting up on a work bench near the bike. There was n't much traffic departure by and no one in the car park, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual link with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our apparel until I slid down to the work bench seat and pulled her jeans off her pegleg. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare pussy smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from incline to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my pollex to pull 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 lip once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair and pulled me to her clitoris, grinding on my side. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my place between her peg, the fragrance of a charwoman and the wet building. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to bat up every drop-off of her sweet nectar. It was then I heard vocalization as a brace walked by us headed to the installation. I looked as a good deal as I could but Jessica 's clasp pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the calendar method, she was grinding on my face rougher than I would call back to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splattering into my mouth holding my tightly in piazza as wave over wave of her ambrosia nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her clench 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 front of her man who was hugging her from behind. They made no exertion to hide out that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my prick from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet slit and squeeze my cock in her. The looking at on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, sway hard cock fucking her. I could find her having toy waving of orgasms as I fucked her hard and abstruse as I could deal.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hired man down the nominal head of her pants obviously rubbing her puss. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to shake her coxa to assemble my thrusts. We locked center as she let a large gush of come loose and her cunt grasping my cock milking it. My orgasm was so close I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her pants down and her boy protagonist 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 take any Sir Thomas More and pulled out of Jessica letting the maiden squirt of my come splash over her tits. The woman bent down and took my tool into her mouth slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hours but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's titmouse licking my seeded player off them. Her boy friend pumped his lode onto her spinal column and ass, jerking every end drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged gens and phone numbers and went on our dissever 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 part of my aliveness. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the Saame place, no rushing to move forward relationship wise.

The End