Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few calendar month ago at a Friday competitiveness night upshot. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the fights. about women are well dressed and either have a financial involvement or a blood lust to be satisfied. The other distaff bearing was the mob young lady, who wore piddling to zero Bikini not legal even at the beaches, and walked signaling around to signify the round. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in leotards, sportsman bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a belligerent than a witness, but female fighters were unusual in this environment.


This club was under land fighting, illegal and off demarcation line to military staff office. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with less study than in my marine Corps life history. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the club any given night. I say club but it was a warehouse that had strand link fence around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military police for over catamenia detention.


I was there for a fighting and to ca-ca money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my turn to fight. I went into the cage and won my fight quickly, the guy was ruffian but not trained, a typical bar fighter. I went to pick up my winnings and Jax the guy that was running the display told me that the more I could oppose, the more people would get to know me and the money would be skilful. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the club name. I thanked him and went back to the batting cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle scrap and mixed warriorlike arts too, so I stuck around to look out. I was also doing recon on potential future resister. Two fights later Jessica walked in the cage and began fighting a woman three column inch taller than her and heavier. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the indorse daily round. After her fight she joined the watcher and fighters who were done. In bare knuckle fighting there usually was n't a prison term terminus ad quem though, just competitiveness cashbox it as over one way or the former. The reason there were rounds was for advertisement and to give the attack aircraft a chance to last longer. thirster fight equated to to a greater extent money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing succeeding 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 acquaintance, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a fighters story, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. speed was always a stead for improvement and having some one to fight you when you did n't feel like it was a direct benefit. She was physically in good shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her toughness.


Out side the ringing Jessica was very down to globe and a happy hippy mortal. She was tranquility the antonym when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously aggressive. I watched her fight two to a greater extent fights in the workweek following and she was a very concentrated style 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 more than eight minutes all together. Working closely with her on an honest spirit level we grew personally, very close to each other, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a armed forces pay day, three day week end with a full moon. All these events converged to create a very high energy exit from bag. I had a fighting planned for tonight, so I planned on get together Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the competitiveness tonight. I had thoughts of Jessica riding with me on a pleasance ride to the beach, letting my thinking impetus from the fight in a couple hours. I snapped back to the road as a basketball player cut me off, It would not be honest for me, not to prove 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 exercise my corner tonight as well as being my ride, just in lawsuit 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 slot number 3 for the night.


For two, relatively new to this venue data formatting, paladin I was surprised to be in the figure three slot for the night. The first time slot was not a money maker, and the second was usually a grudge / personal match that would catch the eye of spectators, getting them to the John Milton Cage Jr. and matter to. The third slot was the first of the real money time slot. The situation was ridiculous tonight, junky, geeks, the rich people and the famous all in one stead to see a real competitiveness. No convention, no gloves, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's marrow. The referee was only there to declare 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 workplace thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's proficiency, his impuissance and I had trained for him. The 5 minute of arc rounds were not going to be a ingredient tonight. I walked in the batting cage calmness, no jumping, shadow boxing, no drama just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck as the ref did a weapon check, making sure neither of us had any. The corner persons left the Cage and the threshold to the John Cage locked. The bell rung, I stood in the center of the John Milton Cage Jr. and waited for my opponent to come to me. I quickly took his lead animal foot from under him with a leg sweep, following him to the deck using my forearm to the incline of his capitulum as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even enkindle my hands 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 heartbeat, respiration as the coop crew opened the gate. The referee raised my hired man in victory and I turned walking out of the John Cage. Jessica said"holy place shit wiener you destroyed the guy."I went to the office and Jax handed me the bag and said"next time not so fast, string it out a round 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 buffet car 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 wound 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 melt at my tactile sensation and said"nothing wrong."


I focused and asked her"what is going on ?"Her skin flushed turning slightly red, and answered"wiener you were so screw hot tonight."Her answer took me off sentry go, we 'd been friends and training collaborator. I could see she was all char now, her radical instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came right then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"wiener 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 for sure she had something different in judgment. I said"sure why not ?"We finished diner and I followed her on my motorcycle to her gym. This is where we work out, gearing, but had never sparred. She turned on the lights and walked to mat area removing her outer clothes until she was wearing just her scanty and fun 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 reach and then lunged at me taking me to the mat. We wrestled and fussed, each trying to get the amphetamine hand, until I was on top of her, my helping hand on her throat holding her down feather. My legs between hers suddenly gave way to rationality, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my intemperately peter pressing through my shorts into her wet panties. Then the look in her eyes made sensory faculty, she needed to orgasm. She feigned try to free herself, but I was able-bodied to let go of her pharynx and grab her hair holding her down to the mat.


I used my former hand to pull at her step-in until I had to propel from between her pegleg momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never ingest done this to her. I pulled my shorts off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for gist, but it was too prosperous to campaign the headway of my prick inside her dripping wet bitch. This was n't love story, just raw instinctual ass. I felt her bitch involve 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 much force as I could hammering my cock in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The language she spewed, was ampul and degrading which just added the altogether factor, something I would never give guessed would come from her, the sweet-flavored form loving hippie soul Jessica. But this intimate predator, was the violent and viciously strong-growing being that was a hard worker to her root word instinct.


Jessica started to agitate and scream, straining her voice shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet puss milking my cock, hungry for my cum. I could n't hold back any longer and let the waves of explosive come burst from my peter burried inside her. Jessica 's breath rapid and raspy from all the guttural shriek, I pulled my cock from her pussy and wiped the head of my dick up and down her slit to her clitoris whipping the last drops of come on her fountainhead 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 dissimilar, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my bike, riding until sunrise. It had been a magnificent Friday night, but now it was Saturday dawning and the air was blank and pull in, washing over our peel, 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 unlike person when in reality it was still Jessica, but more of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to channelise to my place and kip some before going out later. As we entered my sleeping room, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each other. The sex live night had caught me off sentry go and laying next her nodding off to sleep was equally a new place in our relationship.


Waking latterly afternoon we decided to forgo any training today, and to go where the route takes us. It was how I liked to tantalise, no finish, not to the store, never to work, just exemption. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really verbalise to her about. She took to riding like a duck to piddle, it appealed to her gratuitous flavour. At one prospicient lighting 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 eubstance shop class.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go pick up her pay check. It was n't until that moment that I realized she was a stripper, and how little I really knew about the wonderful woman. Pulling off full contact fighting while maintaining the organic structure of a stripper must not receive been easy. It also explained why she 'd withstand my program to bulk her up a piffling 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 clubhouse, which would mean she would pee to a greater extent money.


We rode out of Town headed to the sun as it started to set on the visible horizon. It was truly zen like how our lives were coming together. The sun set and the air turned cool, riding was majuscule at this prison term of night, watching the sparkle disappear and the darkness yield over. The commencement star of the Night and then the curtain of stars that blanketed to night sky. I pulled over to a road side common and we used the facility, meeting up on a work bench near the bike. There was n't much traffic passing by and no one in the Mungo Park, to I took the opportunity to initiate sexual contact with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each early through our wearing apparel 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 pantie, putting a leg on either sid eof my head.


Her bare kitty-cat smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so pure. I kissed her second joint from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my ovolo to pull 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 rim once more. Jessica was getting surface-active agent, grasped my tomentum and pulled me to her clitoris, grinding on my expression. I gave in, letting her guidebook me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her legs, the scent of a womanhood and the wet edifice. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to lick up every drop of her sweetness nectar. It was then I heard phonation as a couple walked by us headed to the quickness. I looked as practically as I could but Jessica 's grip pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her thrust matching the rhythm, she was grinding on my side rougher than I would reckon to be comfortable, 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 undulation of her nectar nearly drown me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her clasp on my head I looked up to see the match that had gone by us, were now standing but a few feet away watching. The woman was in nominal head of her man who was hugging her from fundament. They made no crusade to obscure that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my peter from my bloomers, I found Jessica 's dripping wet twat and thrust my cock in her. The look on her eyes was as if this is what she lived for, sway hard peter fucking her. I could palpate her having miniature wafture of orgasm as I fucked her heavily and deep as I could wangle.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the movement of her pants obviously rubbing her bitch. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her hips to see my thrusts. We locked eyes as she let a vauntingly gush of come loose and her slit grasping my cock milking it. My sexual climax was so closely I could not have stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the woman now with her knickers down and her boy booster pounding her from behind stepped closer to us. She reached out and began playing with Jessica 's breast, rubbing them, grasping her nipples roughly.


I could n't require any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the for the first time small fry of my come up splash over her tits. The woman bent down and took my hammer into her lip slurping the ejaculate from me as it flowed. It seemed like the substitution took hours but as soon as I was done coming the cleaning lady slid her mouth to Jessica 's tits licking my ejaculate off them. Her boy friend pumped his load onto her back and ass, jerking every last drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each other as if waking from an erotic dream.


We exchanged names and earphone numbers and went on our separate fashion. It was as if another roadblock 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 part of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the Lapplander place, no Rush to move forward human relationship wise.

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