Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday fight night event. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the fights. Most charwoman are well dressed and either have a financial pastime or a blood lust to be satisfied. The other female person presence was the ring young lady, who wore picayune to nothing bikinis not sound even at the beaches, and walked signs around to signify the stave. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, variation bra top, and tennis shoe. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but female fighter aircraft were unusual in this environment.


This clubhouse was under earth fight, illegal and off terminal point to military personnel office. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more than 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 ball club any given nighttime. I say club but it was a storage warehouse that had chain link fencing around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the John Cage set up by Military constabulary for over fall custody.


I was there for a fighting and to gain money from fighting so I watched all the players in the elbow room until it was my turn to fight. I went into the Cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a distinctive bar fighter. I went to pick up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more I could crusade, the more people would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the ball club name. I thanked him and went back to the cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare metacarpophalangeal joint scrap and mixed martial arts too, so I stuck around to look out. I was also doing recon on potential future opposition. Two fighting later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the char and won in the endorse beat. After her scrap she joined the spectators and fighter who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a sentence demarcation line though, just conflict till it as over one way or the other. The reason there were bout was for ad and to break the fighters a chance to last longer. yearner combat 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 crapulence. We became protagonist, 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. swiftness was always a plaza for betterment and having some one to labor you when you did n't feel like it was a conduct benefit. She was physically in commodity shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamina.


Out side the tintinnabulation Jessica was very down to ground and a happy flower child someone. She was quiet the opposite when she stepped in the John Milton Cage Jr., fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two Thomas More competitiveness in the hebdomad following and she was a very hard trend to fight 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 instant all together. Working closely with her on an honorable degree 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 to the full moon. All these events converged to create a very senior high Energy going from stand. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Gaelic Pub before the fight tonight. I had idea of Jessica riding with me on a delight ride to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the engagement in a couplet hours. I snapped back to the road as a cager cut me off, It would not be thoroughly 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 act upon 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 wide than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the office. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in one-armed bandit numeral 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this venue format, fighters I was surprised to be in the number three slot for the night. The first expansion slot was not a money shaper, and the indorse was usually a score / personal couple that would bewitch the eye of witness, getting them to the cage and interested. The 3rd expansion slot was the showtime of the real money expansion slot. The blank space was ridiculous tonight, freaks, eccentric, the rich and the famous all in one seat to see a tangible conflict. No rules, no boxing glove, no justice, just raw fighting at it 's core. The reviewer was only there to announce a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's proficiency, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 minute rounds were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the cage calmness, no jumping, shadow boxing, no drama just stone frigid. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the referee did a weapons check, making sure neither of us had any. The corner persons left the cage and the threshold to the cage locked. The Melville Bell rung, I stood in the heart and soul of the coop and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his lead foot from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck using my forearm to the slope of his capitulum as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even raise my workforce in triumph. I waited for a second to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The referee took a stifle and checked his pulse, cellular respiration as the cage bunch opened the gate. The referee raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the cage. Jessica said"Holy shit wienerwurst you destroyed the guy."I went to the 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 diner and I said"yeah at Killroys ”. She parked succeeding to my wheel and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed different through dining compartment and for a instant I thought I had done something to offend her. The sentiment crossed my psyche 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 evaporate at my touch and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her pelt flushed turning slightly red, and answered"Frank you were so screw hot tonight."Her solvent took me off guard, we 'd been friends and training partners. I could see she was all woman now, her root word instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came redress then and there."As I struggled for Word of God she asked"Frank you want to spar ?"Jessica was like a cat in estrus, on the prowl.


We 'd never sparred before and even if we had I was sure she had something different in mind. I said"surely why not ?"We finished diner and I followed her on my bike to her gym. This is where we work out, geartrain, but had never sparred. She turned on the lights and walked to mat region removing her outer apparel until she was wearing just her panties and sports bra. I took my pants 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 scope and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the upper berth handwriting, until I was on top of her, my hired man on her throat holding her down. My ramification between hers suddenly gave way to understanding, that we were both sexually turned on. My realisation was based on my firmly cock pressing through my drawers into her wet panty. Then the feel in her eyes made sentiency, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to resign herself, but I was able to let go of her pharynx and snap up her haircloth holding her down to the mat.


I used my other mitt to pull at her step-in until I had to move from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never have done this to her. I pulled my shorts off, and returned between her branch. She struggled for effect, but it was too easy to push the head of my cock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't Romance language, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her snatch take my cock and I pulled back out and slammed my prick back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as much force as I could forge my cock in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The terminology she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the unscathed factor, something I would never feature guessed would total from her, the sweet kind loving hippy soul Jessica. But this sexual vulture, was the boisterous and viciously belligerent being that was a hard worker to her base instinct.


Jessica started to excite and scream, straining her voice yelling at me, as she came. Her dripping wet bitch milking my cock, hungry for my seeded player. I could n't check back any thirster and let the waves of explosive come fusillade from my rooster burried inside her. Jessica 's breathing time rapid and raspy from all the pharyngeal scream, I pulled my hammer from her pussy and wiped the headland of my cock up and down her slit to her clitoris whipping the cobbler's last bead of cum on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some time and then silently collected our clothes piece by piece putting them back on. Jessica 's eyes 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 Fri nighttime, but now it was Sabbatum morning and the air was clean and readable, 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 reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to head up to my place and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex endure night had caught me off guard and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new place in our relationship.


Waking late good afternoon we decided to forgo any training today, and to go where the route takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no name and address, not to the storehouse, 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's egg to H2O, it appealed to her resign spirit. At one farseeing luminance She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to rip into the parking lot of a order called the soundbox shop.


She got off after I turned the bicycle off and said she had to go pick up her pay check. It was n't until that second that I realized she was a stripper, and how little I really knew about the marvelous woman. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the body of a stripper must not have been easy. It also explained why she 'd defy my plans 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 Thomas 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 cool, riding was dandy at this time of night, watching the light disappear and the duskiness take over. The first star of the Night and then the pall of stars that blanketed to nighttime sky. I pulled over to a route side of meat park and we used the readiness, meeting up on a bench near the wheel. There was n't a great deal traffic passing by and no one in the park, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual middleman with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the bench fundament and pulled her jean off her legs. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panty, putting a leg on either sid eof my psyche.


Her bare pussycat smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so consummate. I kissed her thighs from incline to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my thumb to pull in 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 lips once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my pilus 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 pegleg, the scent of a woman and the moisture construction. I knew she was close-fitting to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop of her sweet ambrosia. It was then I heard voices as a duet walked by us headed to the facilities. I looked as often as I could but Jessica 's handgrip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my facial expression rougher than I would opine 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 place as wave over wave of her ambrosia nearly swim me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her traction 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 end 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 dick from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and thrust my tool in her. The look on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, rock hard stopcock fucking her. I could feel her having miniature undulation of orgasms as I fucked her knockout and deep as I could manage.


I looked over at the yoke and noticed he had his hand down the front of her pants obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to shake her hips to meet my thrusts. We locked eyes as she let a large gush of get along loose and her cunt grasping my cock milking it. My coming was so closelipped I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the womanhood 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 nipples roughly.


I could n't necessitate any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the start squirt of my come plash over her tits. The adult female bent down and took my stopcock into her lip slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the commutation took hours but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's tits licking my seeded player off them. Her boy friend pumped his warhead onto her back and ass, jerking every last drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each early as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged name calling and telephone numbers and went on our separate ways. It was as if another barrier had been broken and Jessica and I were even closer. matter were moving very fast for us and although I had not planned on getting married ever, I knew I wanted Jessica to be persona of my liveliness. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same stead, no rush to move forward relationship wise.

The End