combat Night


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 fights. Most cleaning woman are well dressed and either have a financial pastime or a line of descent luxuria to be satisfied. The former female bearing was the pack girls, who wore little to nothing Bikini not legal even at the beaches, and walked mansion around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, play bra top, and stoolie. She looked more like a fighter aircraft than a spectator, but distaff fighter were strange in this environment.


This club was under terra firma fighting, illegal and off limits to military personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less body of work than in my Marine Corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many armed services as civilian in the ball club any given night. I say society but it was a warehouse that had Chain link fence around a 30 by 30 human foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by military police for over run detention.


I was there for a combat and to make money from fighting so I watched all the role player in the room until it was my turn to defend. I went into the John Milton Cage Jr. and won my fight back quickly, the guy was hooligan but not trained, a distinctive bar fighter. I went to find fault up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the appearance told me that the more I could fight, the to a greater extent people would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colouring but did n't recognize the club name. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and shuffle martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on possible future opponent. Two conflict later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the cleaning woman and won in the back round. After her fight she joined the spectators and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time limit though, just fight public treasury it as over one way or the former. The reason there were bout was for advertisement and to give the scrapper a hazard to finish thirster. thirster 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 crapulence. We became friends, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a hero level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. Speed was always a place for melioration 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 bulk up slightly adding to her stamen.


Out side the ring Jessica was very down to Earth and a glad hipster soul. She was quiet the opposite when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two Thomas More fights in the week 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 conflict 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 pay day, three day week end with a full-of-the-moon moon. All these events converged to produce a very senior high energy outlet from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on merging Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the fight tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a delight ride to the beach, letting my thoughts 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 work my corner tonight as well as being my ride, just in case 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 federal agency. Jax told me that my resister was here as well and that we would be in slot bit 3 for the dark.


For two, relatively new to this locale format, fighter aircraft I was surprised to be in the number three time slot for the night. The beginning expansion slot was not a money maker, and the back was usually a grudge / personal match that would take in the eye of viewer, getting them to the cage and occupy. The third slot was the first of the rattling money time slot. The place was ridiculous tonight, lusus naturae, eccentric person, the full-bodied and the famous all in one place to see a literal fighting. No rules, no glove, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's nub. The reviewer was only there to hold a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my habitation work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's proficiency, his weakness and I had trained for him. The 5 minute round of drinks were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the cage calm, no jumping, shadow packing, no drama just stone frigidity. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapon hitch, making sure neither of us had any. The corner individual left the cage and the room access to the coop locked. The doorbell stave, I stood in the center of the cage and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his lead pes from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck of cards using my forearm to the side of his drumhead as he hit.


He was unconscious mind and I did n't flex or even advance my work force 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, respiration as the batting cage gang opened the gate. The referee raised my script in triumph and I turned walking out of the cage. Jessica said"sanctum shit Frank you destroyed the guy."I went to the business office and Jax handed me the purse and said"next time 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 buffet car and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked side by side to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through diner and for a hour I thought I had done something to shock 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 trouble. 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"hotdog you were so fucking hot tonight."Her solvent took me off guard, we 'd been Friend and training pardner. I could see she was all woman now, her base instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came flop 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 as shooting she had something different in mind. I said"sure why not ?"We finished diner and I followed her on my bike 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 step-in and summercater bra. I took my drawers 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 throat holding her down. My wooden leg between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my hard cock pressing through my shorts into her wet panty. Then the flavor in her eye made sensation, she needed to orgasm. She feigned effort to liberate herself, but I was able-bodied to let go of her pharynx and grab her haircloth holding her down to the mat.


I used my other hand to extract 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 give done this to her. I pulled my boxers off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for event, but it was too sluttish to force the question of my tool inside her dripping wet slit. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her cunt take my turncock and I pulled back out and slammed my hammer back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much effect as I could hammering my rooster in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The language she spewed, was ampul and degrading which just added the whole element, something I would never have guessed would come from her, the sweet kind loving hippy psyche Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the violent and viciously aggressive being that was a hard worker to her base instinct.


Jessica started to agitate and hollo, straining her vocalization yelling at me, as she came. Her dripping wet snatch milking my peter, hungry for my seed. I could n't restrain back any longer and let the waves of explosive come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the croaky screaming, I pulled my prick from her pussy and wiped the head of my cock up and down her pussy to her clit whipping the finis free fall of seed on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our wearing apparel piece by piece putting them back on. Jessica 's eyes were once again different, another looking I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until dawning. It had been a splendid Friday night, but now it was Saturday cockcrow and the air was fresh 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 different individual when in reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to steer to my seat and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my chamber, we stripped our wearing apparel off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex finish night had caught me off sentry duty and laying future her nodding off to sleep was equally a new place in our relationship.


Waking late 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 computer memory, never to work, just freedom. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really mouth to her about. She took to riding like a duck to water, it appealed to her disengage disembodied spirit. 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 cabaret called the body shop.


She got off after I turned the bicycle off and said she had to go pick up her pay handicap. It was n't until that instant that I realized she was a stemmer, and how little I really knew about the fantastic char. Pulling off full inter-group communication fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper well must not have been well-fixed. It also explained why she 'd defy my design 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 baseball club, which would mean she would make up more than money.


We rode out of townspeople headed to the sun as it started to set on the celestial horizon. It was truly zen like how our aliveness were coming together. The sun set and the air turned nerveless, riding was great at this time of night, watching the light disappear and the darkness take over. The showtime star topology of the night and then the curtain of hotshot that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side of meat park and we used the facility, meeting up on a Bench near the bicycle. There was n't much dealings passage 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 rump and pulled her denim off her legs. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her step-in, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare pussy smelled so raw, un-perfumed, so consummate. I kissed her thigh from face to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my thumbs to pluck 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 backtalk once more. Jessica was getting surface-active agent, grasped my pilus and pulled me to her button, grinding on my look. I gave in, letting her guide me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my locating between her wooden leg, the scent of a woman and the moisture building. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to lick up every bead of her sweet ambrosia. It was then I heard phonation as a mates walked by us headed to the deftness. I looked as much as I could but Jessica 's handle pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my face rougher than I would think to be well-situated, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her dab into my mouth holding my tightly in topographic point as moving ridge over waving of her nectar nearly swim me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her clutches on my capitulum I looked up to see the couple that had gone by us, were now standing but a few animal foot 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 trouser, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my pecker in her. The look on her eye was as if this is what she lived for, sway hard pecker fucking her. I could sense her having miniature waves of orgasms as I fucked her hard and deeply as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the presence of her gasp obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to sway her pelvic arch to run across my thrusts. We locked oculus as she let a large flush of total free and her puss grasping my putz milking it. My orgasm was so close I could not take in 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 closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's tits, rubbing them, grasping her mamilla roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first small fry of my make out splash over her boob. The woman bent down and took my cock 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 titty licking my seed off them. Her boy protagonist pumped his payload onto her back and ass, jerking every last bead on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged names and phone numbers 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 share of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same place, no rush to move forward relationship wise.

The End