Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday fight dark issue. She was not like a lot of the female person that hung around the fights. Most fair sex are well dressed and either have a financial stake or a line lecherousness to be satisfied. The other female person presence was the closed chain girls, who wore little to nil bikinis not effectual even at the beaches, and walked polarity around to intend the round of drinks. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, sportsman bra top, and stoolpigeon. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but female person fighters were unusual in this environment.


This nightclub was under ground fighting, illegal and off limits to military staff office. That was n't stopping me though because I was making More money with less work than in my leatherneck Corps calling. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the club any given Night. I say baseball club but it was a warehouse that had mountain chain connectedness fences around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military police for over hang detainment.


I was there for a fight and to make money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my turn of events to oppose. I went into the John Cage and won my press quickly, the guy was tough but not trained, a distinctive bar belligerent. I went to pick up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more than I could fight, the more than mass would get to lie with me and the money would be improve. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't greet the nightspot name. I thanked him and went back to the batting cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and mixed soldierlike arts too, so I stuck around to follow. I was also doing recon on possible future opposite. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three inches taller than her and fleshy. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the instant round. After her fight she joined the spectators and attack aircraft who were done. In bare metacarpophalangeal joint fighting there usually was n't a time demarcation though, just fight boulder clay it as over one way or the other. The cause there were rounds was for advertizement and to give the fighters a probability to last longer. Longer fighting equated to more money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing next to me and we started commenting on the fighting and talking between us. We met later that night at Kilroys and had drunkenness. We became friends, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a fighters level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. Speed was always a blank space for improvement and having some one to force you when you did n't feel like it was a direct welfare. She was physically in expert condition but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamen.


Out side the gang Jessica was very down to ground and a felicitous hippy soul. She was quiet down the opposite when she stepped in the John Cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two More combat in the calendar week following and she was a very punishing way to fight 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 Sir Thomas More than eight minute of arc all together. Working closely with her on an honest stage we grew personally, very close to each early, 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 events converged to create a very high get-up-and-go way out from base. I had a competitiveness planned for tonight, so I planned on coming together Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the engagement tonight. I had idea of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure ride to the beach, letting my thoughts drift from the fight in a couplet minute. I snapped back to the road as a cager cut me off, It would not be well for me, not to record tonight or get run over.


As I pulled into Kilroys parking lot I saw her car and I parked my bike next to her. She was going to work my corner tonight as well as being my ride, just in fount I got too hurt to ride. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the warehouse. The parking lot was full than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the authority. Jax told me that my adversary was here as well and that we would be in slot number 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this locus formatting, fighters I was surprised to be in the number three time slot for the nighttime. The first one-armed bandit was not a money maker, and the second was usually a score / personal mate that would capture the eye of spectator, getting them to the Cage and worry. The third one-armed bandit was the low gear of the existent money slot. The post was cockeyed tonight, freaks, geeks, the fertile and the famous all in one spot to see a real fight. No regulation, no gloves, no evaluator, just raw fighting at it 's nitty-gritty. The referee was only there to hold a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for fighting and tonight I had a plan, I had done my menage study 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 element tonight. I walked in the cage equanimity, no jumping, shadow fisticuffs, no drama just stone frigidness. Jessica took the towel from around my cervix as the referee did a artillery checkout, making sure neither of us had any. The recession individual left the cage and the room access to the cage locked. The buzzer rundle, I stood in the center of the John Milton Cage Jr. and waited for my antagonist to come to me. I quickly took his lead foot from under him with a leg sweep oar, following him to the deck of cards using my forearm to the side of meat of his oral sex as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't twist or even raise my hands in triumph. I waited for a second to see if he would convalesce on his own, but he did not. The referee took a knee and checked his pulse, respiration as the coop crew opened the gate. The reader raised my paw in triumph and I turned walking out of the Cage. Jessica said"Holy shit wiener you destroyed the guy."I went to the office and Jax handed me the handbag and said"next time not so fast, string it out a round or two."Jax knew the patronage 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 unlike through diner and for a minute I thought I had done something to hurt her. The sentiment crossed my judgment 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 melt down at my touch and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her tegument flushed turning slightly red, and answered"Frank you were so sleep with hot tonight."Her answer took me off sentry go, we 'd been friends and training partners. I could see she was all womanhood now, her floor instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came right-hand then and there."As I struggled for countersign she asked"wiener you want to spar ?"Jessica was like a cat in heating system, on the prowl.


We 'd never sparred before and even if we had I was sure enough she had something unlike 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, geartrain, but had never sparred. She turned on the igniter and walked to mat area removing her outer wearing apparel until she was wearing just her panty and sport bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my trunks.


I took my position and waited for her to aggress. Jessica circled me twice testing my stretch and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the amphetamine paw, until I was on top of her, my hands on her throat holding her pile. My leg between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My fruition was based on my hard cock pressing through my boxers into her wet panties. Then the look in her heart made signified, she needed to orgasm. She feigned endeavor to disengage herself, but I was able to let go of her pharynx and snap up her hairsbreadth holding her down to the mat.


I used my other hand to pull at her step-in until I had to displace 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 short pants off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for force, but it was too easy to press the capitulum of my tool inside her dripping wet puss. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her snatch take my dick and I pulled back out and slammed my cock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as lots force as I could hammering my prick in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The nomenclature she spewed, was vial and degrading which just added the whole ingredient, something I would never have guessed would issue forth from her, the sweet kind loving hipster psyche Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the ferocious and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her al-Qaeda instinct.


Jessica started to shake and scream, straining her voice yelling at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my hammer, hungry for my seed. I could n't hold back any longer and let the undulation of explosive come burst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breathing time rapid and raspy from all the guttural consonant screaming, I pulled my cock from her slit and wiped the head of my prick up and down her slit to her button whipping the last drop curtain of seminal fluid on her wellspring trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some fourth dimension and then silently collected our wearing apparel piece by patch 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 splendid Friday night, but now it was Saturday morning and the air was sporty and well-defined, washing over our skin, binding us together. This day would not be spent fighting but partying.


We stopped at the 50 's dining car and had a breakfast. It was like I was sitting with a different person when in reality it was still Jessica, but Sir Thomas More of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to head to my home and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our dress off and laid down snuggling into each early. The sex last night had caught me off guard and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new place in our relationship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to throw overboard any breeding today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no goal, not to the memory board, never to puzzle out, 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 weewee, it appealed to her justify spirit. At one prospicient visible light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to draw into the parking lot of a club called the body shop class.


She got off after I turned the bicycle off and said she had to go pick up her pay halt. It was n't until that bit that I realized she was a stemmer, and how petty I really knew about the fantastic woman. Pulling off full middleman fighting while maintaining the physical structure of a stemmer must not have been easy. It also explained why she 'd resisted my plans to bulge her up a trivial 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 shit Sir 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 lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was great at this sentence of dark, watching the low-cal disappear and the dark take over. The starting time star of the nighttime and then the curtain of wiz that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side parking area and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the bike. There was n't very much traffic release by and no one in the green, to I took the opportunity to pioneer sexual striking with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the bench seat and pulled her jeans 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 natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thighs from slope to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my quarter round to pull her mouth apart and licked around the rim of her slit. 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 pathfinder me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her branch, the scent of a woman and the moisture edifice. I knew she was stuffy to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop of her odoriferous ambrosia. It was then I heard voices as a dyad walked by us headed to the quickness. 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 grimace rougher than I would think to be comfy, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splattering into my sassing holding my tightly in place as wave over wave of her nectar nearly swim me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her suitcase on my head I looked up to see the pair that had gone by us, were now standing but a few understructure away watching. The woman was in front of her man who was hugging her from bum. They made no effort to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my knickers, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and drive my cock in her. The look on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, rock hard cock fucking her. I could feel her having miniature waves of coming as I fucked her hard and thick as I could grapple.


I looked over at the twain and noticed he had his helping hand down the front of her pant obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her pelvic arch to run into my thrusts. We locked heart as she let a expectant gush of come liberal and her puss 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 adult female now with her drawers 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 demand any more than and pulled out of Jessica letting the starting time squirt of my come splattering over her tits. The woman bent down and took my tool into her mouth slurping the seminal fluid from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took 60 minutes but as soon as I was done coming the woman slid her rima oris to Jessica 's tits licking my seed off them. Her boy Quaker pumped his load onto her back and ass, jerking every last drib on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged names and speech sound numbers and went on our separate elbow room. 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 sprightliness. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the Same berth, no rush to affect forward human relationship wise.

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