Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few month ago at a Friday fight Night result. She was not like a lot of the female person that hung around the fights. most char are well dressed and either have a financial stake or a blood luxuria to be satisfied. The other female person bearing was the closed chain girls, who wore piddling to cypher bikinis not legal even at the beaches, and walked signs around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in tights, sports bra top, and sneaker. She looked more like a fighter than a looker, but female belligerent were unusual in this environment.


This clubhouse was under ground fighting, illegal and off demarcation to military machine personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less work than in my marine Corps career. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many war machine as civilian in the gild any given Night. I say baseball club but it was a warehouse that had string link fencing around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military police for over flow detention.


I was there for a fight and to make money from fighting so I watched all the thespian in the way 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 typical bar fighter. I went to pick up my win and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the to a greater extent I could contend, the to a greater extent citizenry would get to know me and the money would be better. I saw Jax had on MC coloring but did n't recognize the club public figure. I thanked him and went back to the John Milton Cage Jr. to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle fighting and unify warlike arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on possible succeeding opponents. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a cleaning lady three column inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the char and won in the second troll. After her fight she joined the watcher and scrapper who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a time limit though, just fight till it as over one way or the early. The ground there were turn was for ad and to leave the fighters a chance to last longer. thirster fights equated to Thomas 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 admirer, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a fighters tier, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. hurrying was always a place for improvement and having some one to push you when you did n't feel like it was a direct benefit. She was physically in undecomposed shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamen.


Out side the doughnut Jessica was very down to terra firma and a happy hippy soul. She was still the opponent when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously strong-growing. I watched her fight two more engagement in the hebdomad following and she was a very hard style 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 minutes all together. Working closely with her on an honest layer 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 moonlight. All these issue converged to make a very high vitality exit from base. I had a fight planned for tonight, so I planned on meeting Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the engagement tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasure drive to the beach, letting my idea impulsion from the fight in a couple hours. I snapped back to the route as a cager cut me off, It would not be good for me, not to usher 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 cultivate 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 office. Jax told me that my opposition was here as well and that we would be in slot identification number 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this venue data formatting, attack aircraft I was surprised to be in the number three time slot for the Night. The first of all slot was not a money manufacturer, and the second was usually a score / personal couple that would catch the eye of spectator pump, getting them to the John Cage and interested. The 3rd time slot was the first of the real money slots. The topographic point was ridiculous tonight, freaks, flake, the rich people and the noted all in one blank space to see a real fight. No rules, no baseball mitt, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's marrow. The ref was only there to hold a victor if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was prepare for combat and tonight I had a plan, I had done my dwelling house oeuvre thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his weaknesses and I had trained for him. The 5 minute stave were not going to be a ingredient tonight. I walked in the cage calm, no jumping, shadow boxing, no drama just stone inhuman. Jessica took the towel from around my neck opening as the referee did a weapons curb, making indisputable neither of us had any. The corner persons left the John Cage and the door to the Cage locked. The bell rung, I stood in the gist of the John Milton Cage Jr. and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his lead foot from under him with a leg end run, following him to the deck using my forearm to the side of his principal as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even raise my custody 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, cellular respiration as the cage crew opened the gate. The referee raised my paw in victory 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 pocketbook and said"next prison term 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 diner 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 minute I thought I had done something to pique her. The thought 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 at my touch and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"frank you were so nookie hot tonight."Her answer took me off guard, we 'd been Friend and training partners. I could see she was all woman now, her bag instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came right then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"Frank you want to spar ?"Jessica was like a cat in passion, on the prowl.


We 'd never sparred before and even if we had I was sure as shooting she had something different in idea. I said"sure why not ?"We finished diner and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, wagon train, but had never sparred. She turned on the brightness and walked to mat arena removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her step-in and sports bra. I took my pants off and shirt off, standing there in my boxershorts.


I took my posture 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 legs between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realisation was based on my difficult cock pressing through my underdrawers into her wet pantie. Then the look in her eyes made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to dislodge herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and grab her hair's-breadth holding her pile to the mat.


I used my other hand to pull at her panties until I had to displace from between her pegleg momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never deliver done this to her. I pulled my boxers off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for effect, but it was too easy to campaign the read/write head of my cock inside her dripping wet cunt. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual fucking. I felt her cunt direct my stopcock and I pulled back out and slammed my cock back into her.


She cried out"OH GOD YES"I fucked her with as a good deal force as I could hammering my tool in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The speech communication she spewed, was ampul and degrading which just added the whole element, something I would never feature guessed would come from her, the sweet-smelling kind loving hippy soul Jessica. But this sexual predator, was the fierce and viciously belligerent being that was a striver to her fundament instinct.


Jessica started to agitate and scream, straining her voice cheering at me, as she came. Her dripping wet cunt milking my cock, hungry for my cum. I could n't throw back any longer and let the waves of explosive come fusillade from my peter burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the guttural screaming, I pulled my cock from her pussy and wiped the head word of my cock up and down her cunt to her clit whipping the last pearl of come 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 middle were once again different, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my bike, riding until sunrise. It had been a brilliant Friday night, but now it was Saturday break of day and the air was clean 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 dissimilar person when in reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to head to my place and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedchamber, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex end night had caught me off safeguard and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new property in our relationship.


Waking previous afternoon we decided to antedate any education today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no destination, not to the stock, never to knead, just exemption. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really blab to her about. She took to riding like a duck to body of water, it appealed to her rid spirit. At one yearn brightness level She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to rend into the parking lot of a club called the body workshop.


She got off after I turned the motorcycle off and said she had to go peck up her pay check. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a stripper, and how picayune I really knew about the fantastic charwoman. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the body of a ecdysiast must not have been easy. It also explained why she 'd defy my plan to bulk her up a minuscule 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 star at the social club, which would mean she would fix more money.


We rode out of town headed to the sun as it started to set on the celestial horizon. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned poise, riding was great at this time of Nox, watching the dismount disappear and the dark take over. The for the first time superstar of the dark and then the mantle of asterisk that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a route side common and we used the facility, meeting up on a bench near the motorcycle. There was n't lots dealings overtaking by and no one in the parkland, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual link with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the bench ass 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 drumhead.


Her bare pussy smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so gross. I kissed her second joint from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my quarter round to pull her lips apart and licked around the rim of her pussy. Breathing I kissed directly around her button and then licked back down and around her mouth once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my hair and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my brass. I gave in, letting her scout me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her ramification, the scent of a charwoman and the moisture construction. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to solve up every drop of her sweet nectar. It was then I heard voices as a twosome walked by us headed to the facility. I looked as much as I could but Jessica 's clutch pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrusts matching the calendar method, she was grinding on my fount rougher than I would think to be prosperous, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my sassing holding my tightly in place as moving ridge over wave of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the atmospheric pressure of her handgrip on my head I looked up to see the couple that had gone by us, were now standing but a few groundwork away watching. The woman was in front man of her man who was hugging her from butt. They made no effort to hide that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my cock from my trouser, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and jab my tool in her. The look on her eye was as if this is what she lived for, rock toilsome cock fucking her. I could feel her having miniature waves of sexual climax as I fucked her punishing and cryptic as I could manage.


I looked over at the twain and noticed he had his hand down the front of her trouser obviously rubbing her cunt. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her hips to cope with my push. We locked heart as she let a magnanimous gush of come loose and her cunt grasping my cock milking it. My sexual climax was so closing curtain I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the fair sex 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 tits, rubbing them, grasping her teat roughly.


I could n't take any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the first squirt of my come splash over her tits. The womanhood 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 sass to Jessica 's mammilla licking my semen off them. Her boy friend pumped his freight onto her back and ass, jerking every utmost bead on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged figure and telephone set phone number and went on our severalize mode. It was as if another barrier had been broken and Jessica and I were even closer. affair were moving very fast for us and although I had not planned on getting married ever, I knew I wanted Jessica to be contribution of my life sentence. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the Saame place, no Rush to move forward kinship wise.

The End