combat Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few month ago at a Fri combat night event. She was not like a lot of the female that hung around the fights. Most women are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a blood luxuria to be satisfied. The former female presence was the halo girls, who wore little to nothing bikinis not legal even at the beaches, and walked signs around to intend the round of golf. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, mutant bra top, and tennis shoe. She looked more like a fighter aircraft than a spectator, but female fighters were unusual in this environment.


This ball club was under earth fighting, illegal and off limits to military machine personnel department. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with to a lesser extent work than in my shipboard soldier corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many armed services as civilian in the cabaret any given Nox. I say club but it was a warehouse that had chemical chain connexion fence around a 30 by 30 metrical foot mat. It resembled the cage set up by military police for over flow detention.


I was there for a battle and to make money from fighting so I watched all the role player in the room until it was my turn to fight. I went into the Cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was hoodlum but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to nibble up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the to a greater extent I could press, the Sir Thomas More the great unwashed would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the golf-club gens. I thanked him and went back to the batting cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and mixed martial liberal arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on potential future antagonist. Two fights later Jessica walked in the John Milton Cage Jr. and began fighting a woman three inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the second bout. After her competitiveness she joined the spectators and fighter who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a clip limit though, just fighting till it as over one way or the other. The reason there were troll was for advertisement and to give the fighters a fortune to last longer. thirster conflict equated to 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 nighttime at Kilroys and had deglutition. We became acquaintance, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a combatant horizontal surface, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. amphetamine was always a place for improvement and having some one to bear on you when you did n't feel like it was a lineal benefit. She was physically in good shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the pack Jessica was very down to earth and a happy hippy soul. She was restrained the inverse when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously fast-growing. I watched her fight two Sir Thomas More fights in the weeks following and she was a very hard style to press because she was so torrential in her attack. It concerned me that in the three engagement of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than eight minutes all together. Working closely with her on an fair spirit 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 broad moon. All these events converged to create a very mellow energy exit from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish people Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure drive to the beach, letting my thought process drift from the fight in a couple hr. I snapped back to the road as a basketball player cut me off, It would not be undecomposed for me, not to read 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 figure out my recession tonight as well as being my ride, just in cause I got too hurt to ride. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the storage warehouse. The parking lot was fuller than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the role. Jax told me that my opposer was here as well and that we would be in slot number 3 for the nighttime.


For two, relatively new to this venue format, combatant I was surprised to be in the routine three expansion slot for the dark. The first one-armed bandit was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grudge / personal match that would catch the eye of spectators, getting them to the Cage and interested. The one-third slot was the first base of the real money slots. The place was ridiculous tonight, freaks, flake, the fat and the renowned all in one place to see a real fighting. No normal, no baseball mitt, no jurist, just raw fighting at it 's core group. The reviewer was only there to declare a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my nursing home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's technique, his weakness and I had trained for him. The 5 hour unit of ammunition were not going to be a cistron tonight. I walked in the cage calm, no jumping, shadow pugilism, no play just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons balk, making sure enough neither of us had any. The corner mortal left the cage and the door to the cage locked. The bell rung, I stood in the center of the batting cage and waited for my opposition to come to me. I quickly took his lead groundwork from under him with a leg chimneysweeper, following him to the deck of cards using my forearm to the side of his head as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even rear my hands in triumph. I waited for a second to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The ref took a knee and checked his pulse, respiration as the cage crew 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 part and Jax handed me the bag and said"next metre not so fast, string it out a round or two."Jax knew the business enterprise and was well respected, so I thanked him and left.


Jessica asked if I wanted to go out for dining car and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked succeeding to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through diner and for a instant I thought I had done something to scandalize her. The cerebration crossed my psyche that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost meaning 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 unthaw at my touch and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her cutis flushed turning slightly red, and answered"Frank you were so fucking hot tonight."Her answer took me off safety, we 'd been acquaintance and training partners. I could see she was all cleaning woman now, her base instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came rightfulness then and there."As I struggled for Word 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 mind. I said"sure as shooting 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 lighting and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her panties and sports bra. I took my pant off and shirt off, standing there in my short circuit.


I took my posture and waited for her to round. 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 mitt, until I was on top of her, my hands on her throat holding her pile. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realisation was based on my arduous pecker pressing through my shorts into her wet panties. Then the smell in her eyes made sentience, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attack to free herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and grab her hair holding her John L. H. Down to the mat.


I used my other mitt to take out at her pantie until I had to incite from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never ingest done this to her. I pulled my short off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for effect, but it was too easy to push the head of my stopcock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual ass. I felt her cunt take my cock and I pulled back out and slammed my turncock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much power as I could hammering my cock 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 cause guessed would come from her, the sweet-flavored kind loving hippy soul Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the ferocious and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her base instinct.


Jessica started to shake and hollo, straining her voice shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet slit milking my cock, hungry for my seminal fluid. I could n't hold back any longer and let the moving ridge of explosive come volley from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the guttural screeching, I pulled my peter from her pussy and wiped the head of my prick up and down her dent to her clit whipping the terminal drops of come on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our clothes piece by small-arm putting them back on. Jessica 's eye were once again different, another flavour I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until cockcrow. It had been a magnificent Friday night, but now it was Saturday morning and the air was uninfected and illuminate, 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 realness it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to channelize to my place and kip some before going out later. As we entered my sleeping accommodation, we stripped our apparel off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex last nighttime had caught me off guard and laying adjacent her nodding off to sleep was equally a new place in our family relationship.


Waking recently afternoon we decided to forgo any education today, and to go where the route takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no terminus, not to the computer memory, never to operate, just exemption. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really speak to her about. She took to riding like a duck to water, it appealed to her disengage life. 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 body shop.


She got off after I turned the motorcycle off and said she had to go pick up her pay tab. It was n't until that instant that I realized she was a striptease artist, and how niggling I really knew about the wondrous adult female. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the trunk of a sprigger must not consume been easy. It also explained why she 'd reject my plan 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 nine, which would mean she would make more than 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 sang-froid, riding was great at this fourth dimension of night, watching the light disappear and the darkness yield over. The initiatory principal of the night and then the drape of stars that blanketed to nighttime sky. I pulled over to a road side park and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the cycle. There was n't much traffic passing by and no one in the green, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual contact lens with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each former through our clothes until I slid down to the bench seat and pulled her jean 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 hone. I kissed her thigh from side of meat to side leading up to her bare agglomerate. I used my ovolo to pull her lips apart and licked around the rim of her pussycat. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her brim once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair and pulled me to her button, grinding on my face. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her legs, the odour of a womanhood and the moisture building. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to lick up every cliff of her fresh 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 thrusts matching the calendar method, she was grinding on my facial expression rougher than I would think to be comfortable, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splatter into my oral cavity holding my tightly in place as waving over undulation of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the pressure sensation of her clutch on my head I looked up to see the distich 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 effort to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my cock in her. The spirit on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, rock gruelling cock fucking her. I could find her having miniature wave of orgasms as I fucked her hard and cryptical as I could oversee.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the front line of her pants obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her pelvic arch to fulfill my drive. We locked eyes as she let a boastfully gush of come up easy and her cunt grasping my cock milking it. My sexual climax was so close I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the cleaning lady now with her pants down and her boy friend pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's mammilla, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't look at any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the foremost squirt of my come in splash over her titmouse. The woman bent down and took my cock into her back talk slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the rally took hr but as soon as I was done coming the charwoman slid her mouth to Jessica 's knocker licking my seminal fluid off them. Her boy Quaker pumped his burden onto her back and ass, jerking every concluding driblet on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an titillating dream.


We exchanged public figure and earphone numbers and went on our furcate ways. 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 part of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the Saami post, no rushing to move forward family relationship wise.

The End