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By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few calendar month ago at a Friday fight Night event. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the scrap. well-nigh adult female are well dressed and either have a financial interest or a bloodline lecherousness to be satisfied. The other female presence was the ring girls, who wore little to nothing bikinis not legal even at the beaches, and walked signs around to signify the rung. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in leotards, variation bra top, and fink. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator pump, but distaff attack aircraft were strange in this environment.


This club was under priming coat fighting, illegal and off limit point to military personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less work than in my marine Corps vocation. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the club any given dark. I say golf-club but it was a storage warehouse that had chain link fences around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the John Milton Cage Jr. set up by armed services law for over flow detention.


I was there for a combat and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the elbow room until it was my number to crusade. I went into the cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was problematic but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to pick up my profits and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the Thomas More I could fight, the more citizenry would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colouring material but did n't recognize the club epithet. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare metacarpophalangeal joint scrap and sundry martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on potential future adversary. Two fights later Jessica walked in the John Cage and began fighting a woman three inch taller than her and ponderous. Jessica dominated the charwoman and won in the second cycle. After her fight she joined the looker and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time limit though, just fight boulder clay it as over one way or the former. The reason there were rounds was for advertisement and to ease up the fighters a chance to utmost thirster. Longer competitiveness 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 night at Kilroys and had drinks. We became friends, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a scrapper level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. Speed was always a station 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 bod but I helped her bulge up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to earth and a happy hippy soul. She was quiet the opposition 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 surd stylus to crusade because she was so torrential in her onset. It concerned me that in the three fights of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than eight min 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 pay day, three day week end with a full moon. All these upshot converged to produce a very high DOE outlet from base. I had a conflict planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the competitiveness tonight. I had thought of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the fight in a couple 60 minutes. I snapped back to the road as a cager cut me off, It would not be dependable 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 quoin tonight as well as being my ride, just in example I got too hurt to ride. 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 opposition was here as well and that we would be in time slot identification number 3 for the Night.


For two, relatively new to this venue data formatting, fighters I was surprised to be in the number three slot for the night. The first slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grudge / personal match that would catch the eye of spectator pump, getting them to the coop and interested. The third time slot was the first of the real money slots. The place was ludicrous tonight, monstrosity, geeks, the fat and the noted all in one station to see a literal fight. No pattern, no gloves, no justice, just raw fighting at it 's center. The reader was only there to adjudge a succeeder if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for fighting and tonight I had a architectural plan, I had done my rest home oeuvre thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 minute rounds were not going to be a divisor tonight. I walked in the coop composure, no jumping, shadow boxing, no dramatic play just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons chit, making sure neither of us had any. The corner mortal left the cage and the doorway to the cage locked. The bell round, I stood in the center of the cage and waited for my opponent to follow to me. I quickly took his lead pes from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the pack of cards using my forearm to the incline of his principal as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't turn or even invoke my hands in victory. I waited for a 2nd to see if he would retrieve on his own, but he did not. The peer review took a articulatio genus and checked his pulsing, respiration as the coop crew opened the logic gate. The reviewer 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 post and Jax handed me the purse and said"next sentence not so fast, string it out a round of drinks or two."Jax knew the commercial 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 adjacent 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 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 hand and asked her if there was a problem. She seemed to mellow at my contact and said"nil wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"dog you were so bonk hot tonight."Her answer took me off guard, we 'd been friends and training spouse. I could see she was all 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 password she asked"hotdog 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 trusted she had something different in mind. I said"sure 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 sparkle and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her panties and sports bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my boxershorts.


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 speed handwriting, until I was on top of her, my hands on her throat holding her down feather. My branch between hers suddenly gave way to reasonableness, that we were both sexually turned on. My realisation was based on my severely cock pressing through my shorts into her wet pantie. Then the looking at in her eyes made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to free herself, but I was capable to let go of her pharynx and grab her haircloth holding her down to the mat.


I used my early bridge player to pull at her panties until I had to move from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never hold done this to her. I pulled my underdrawers off, and returned between her wooden leg. She struggled for effect, but it was too soft to drive the head of my cock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual nooky. I felt her cunt take 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 much force as I could forge my hammer 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 possess guessed would come from her, the Henry Sweet kind loving hippy someone Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the furious and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her Qaeda instinct.


Jessica started to escape from and scream, straining her vocalism yelling at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my rooster, hungry for my seed. I could n't curb back any longer and let the waves of volatile come salvo from my hammer burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the guttural screaming, I pulled my shaft from her pussy and wiped the head of my pecker up and down her slit to her clit whipping the end drop of come on her wellspring trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some fourth dimension and then silently collected our apparel piece by while putting them back on. Jessica 's centre were once again different, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until dayspring. It had been a magnificent Friday night, but now it was Sabbatum morning and the air was uncontaminating and pass, 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 individual when in realness it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to channelise to my home 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 lowest night had caught me off guard and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new seat in our family relationship.


Waking later afternoon we decided to relinquish any training today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no destination, not to the store, never to work, 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 free spirit. At one recollective 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 dead body workshop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go find fault up her pay stay. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a striptease artist, and how trivial I really knew about the marvellous woman. Pulling off wax contact fighting while maintaining the body of a exotic dancer must not have got been loose. It also explained why she 'd dissent my plans to bulk her up a petty 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 club, which would imply she would make 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 life sentence were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was great at this time of Night, watching the get off disappear and the darkness take over. The maiden adept of the dark and then the drapery of stars that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a route side of meat park and we used the installation, meeting up on a judiciary near the bike. There was n't much dealings passing game by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity 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 blue jean off her pegleg. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her pantie, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare puss smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thigh from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my pollex to rive her lip apart and licked around the rim of her pussycat. Breathing I kissed directly around her clit and then licked back down and around her lips once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair 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 position between her ramification, the odor of a woman and the moisture construction. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop of her sweet nectar. It was then I heard voices as a yoke 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, she was grinding on my fount rougher than I would recollect to be well-situated, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my mouth holding my tightly in situation as wave over wafture of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her grip on my read/write 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 effort 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 thrust my cock in her. The look on her optic was as if this is what she lived for, sway gruelling pecker fucking her. I could feel her having miniature waving of orgasms as I fucked her intemperate and deep as I could make out.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the nominal head of her pants obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her pelvic arch to cope with my drive. We locked eyes as she let a large gush of come up unloose and her cunt grasping my rooster milking it. My climax was so close I could not own stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her pant down and her boy friend pounding her from behind stepped finisher to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's mamilla, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't make any Sir Thomas More and pulled out of Jessica letting the first off squirt of my occur 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 interchange took hr but as soon as I was done coming the char slid her mouth to Jessica 's mamilla licking my cum off them. Her boy friend pumped his lading onto her spinal column and ass, jerking every conclusion drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged name and phone numeral and went on our disjoined style. It was as if another barrier had been broken and Jessica and I were even closer. thing were moving very fast for us and although I had not planned on getting married ever, I knew I wanted Jessica to be component of my life sentence. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the Saame place, no Rush to run forward relationship wise.

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