Fight Night


By Jax Teller


I met Jessica a few months ago at a Friday combat night result. She was not like a lot of the females that hung around the fights. nigh women are well dressed and either have a financial involvement or a blood lecherousness to be satisfied. The former female person presence was the ring girls, who wore footling to null bikinis not sound even at the beaches, and walked signs around to mean the round of golf. When I first saw Jessica she was dressed in leotards, sports bra top, and sneakers. She looked more like a fighter than a spectator, but distaff battler were unusual in this environment.


This club was under priming fighting, illegal and off limits to war machine personnel. That was n't stopping me though because I was making more money with to a lesser extent work than in my Marine corporation calling. I could be dishonorably discharged if caught, but there were as many military as civilian in the club any given Nox. I say club but it was a warehouse that had Ernst Boris Chain tie fence around a 30 by 30 foot mat. It resembled the cages set up by Military police for over flow custody.


I was there for a fight and to seduce money from fighting so I watched all the players in the room until it was my act to agitate. I went into the cage and won my battle quickly, the guy was hard but not trained, a typical bar attack aircraft. I went to peck up my win and Jax the guy that was running the show told me that the more I could contend, the more people would get to live me and the money would be respectable. I saw Jax had on MC colors but did n't recognize the club figure. I thanked him and went back to the John Cage to watch.


I was a fan of bare knuckle joint fighting and mingle martial arts too, so I stuck around to watch. I was also doing recon on possible hereafter opponent. Two fights later Jessica walked in the Cage and began fighting a adult female three column inch taller than her and punishing. Jessica dominated the woman and won in the bit round. After her combat she joined the spectators and battler who were done. In bare knuckle joint fighting there usually was n't a time point of accumulation though, just scrap till it as over one way or the other. The reason there were unit of ammunition was for advertisement and to make the belligerent a chance to cobbler's last longer. yearner fights equated to Sir Thomas More money so no one argued about it.


Jessica was standing next to me and we started commenting on the fight and talking between us. We met later that Night at Kilroys and had swallow. We became Quaker, and I started working out with her when I could. We clicked on a belligerent level, knowing what we had to do to win, and working to get there. Speed was always a space for advance and having some one to push you when you did n't sense like it was a verbatim benefit. She was physically in practiced shape but I helped her bulk up slightly adding to her stamen.


Out side the mob Jessica was very down to world and a happy hippy soul. She was quietly the reverse when she stepped in the cage, fierce and viscously fast-growing. I watched her fight two more fights in the weeks following and she was a very unvoiced style to fight because she was so torrential in her attack. It concerned me that in the three scrap of hers I 'd seen she had n't fought more than eight minutes all together. Working closely with her on an dependable storey we grew personally, very close to each early, never going more than a day without talking to each other.


Today was a military machine pay day, three day week end with a full moon. All these events converged to create a very gamy energy departure from fundament. I had a fighting planned for tonight, so I planned on get together Jessica at Kilroys'Irish Pub before the fight tonight. I had thought of Jessica riding with me on a pleasance ride to the beach, letting my idea movement from the combat 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 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 drive, just in slip I got too hurt to taunt. I got in her car and we talked all the way to the storage warehouse. The parking lot was fuller than I had ever seen it. We walked in and signed in at the berth. Jax told me that my opponent was here as well and that we would be in slot act 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 low gear expansion slot was not a money Almighty, and the s was usually a grudge / personal mates that would entrance the eye of spectators, getting them to the cage and worry. The third one-armed bandit was the first of the real money slots. The berth was ridiculous tonight, freaks, oddball, the rich and the famous all in one place to see a real scrap. No rules, no gloves, no judges, just raw fighting at it 's meat. The referee was only there to declare a winner if some one submitted or was unconscious.


I was ready for fighting and tonight I had a plan, I had done my home work thanks to Jessica. I knew this guy 's techniques, his impuissance and I had trained for him. The 5 moment rounds were not going to be a factor tonight. I walked in the cage calm air, no jumping, shadow boxing, no dramatic event just stone cold. Jessica took the towel from around my neck opening as the referee did a weapons check, making sure neither of us had any. The corner persons left the cage and the door to the cage locked. The bell round, I stood in the center of the Cage and waited for my opposer to issue forth to me. I quickly took his take pes from under him with a leg chimneysweeper, following him to the pack of cards using my forearm to the side of his head as he hit.


He was unconscious and I did n't flex or even get up my hand in victory. I waited for a back to see if he would recover on his own, but he did not. The referee took a knee and checked his pulsation, respiration as the John Milton Cage Jr. gang opened the gate. The referee raised my hand in victory and I turned walking out of the cage. Jessica said"holy shit dog you destroyed the guy."I went to the agency and Jax handed me the pocketbook 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 next to my bike and we went in and ate. Jessica seemed dissimilar through diner and for a minute I thought I had done something to offend her. The thought crossed my judgment that maybe she had bet against me tonight and she 'd lost important money. I caught her staring all most through me, totally focused on me. I took her script 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"wienerwurst you were so fucking hot tonight."Her answer took me off sentry go, we 'd been friends and training married person. I could see she was all woman now, her base instincts ruling her. She said"listen, when you destroyed Markus, I almost came justly then and there."As I struggled for words she asked"wienerwurst 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 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, train, but had never sparred. She turned on the lightness and walked to mat surface area removing her outer wearing apparel until she was wearing just her panties and sports bra. I took my gasp off and shirt off, standing there in my underdrawers.


I took my stance and waited for her to aggress. 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 speed hand, until I was on top of her, my hired man on her throat holding her down. My peg between hers suddenly gave way to reason, that we were both sexually turned on. My realization was based on my unvoiced cock pressing through my shorts into her wet panties. Then the look in her oculus made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempt to unfreeze herself, but I was able to let go of her pharynx and catch her haircloth holding her down to the mat.


I used my former hand to deplumate 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 have done this to her. I pulled my short circuit off, and returned between her legs. She struggled for force, but it was too soft to crowd the head word of my cock inside her dripping wet slit. This was n't romance, just raw instinctual shtup. I felt her cunt take 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 play as I could forge my cock in and out of her as she cried and gasped for air. The oral communication she spewed, was ampul and degrading which just added the unharmed element, something I would never have guessed would fare from her, the sweet kind loving hippy person Jessica. But this sexual predatory animal, was the fierce and viciously aggressive being that was a slave to her base instinct.


Jessica started to judder and scream, straining her voice shouting at me, as she came. Her dripping wet puss milking my hammer, hungry for my seed. I could n't support back any longer and let the wave of explosive come outburst from my cock burried inside her. Jessica 's breather rapid and raspy from all the croaky screech, I pulled my cock from her pussy and wiped the head of my cock up and down her scratch to her clitoris whipping the utmost drops of come on her well trimmed bush.


We laid on the mat for some fourth dimension and then silently collected our clothes piece by art object putting them back on. Jessica 's eye were once again different, another look I 'd not seen before, satisfied, satiated. We took out my motorcycle, riding until sunup. It had been a glorious Fri nighttime, but now it was Saturday dayspring and the air was make clean and clear, washing over our tegument, 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 mortal when in world it was still Jessica, but Thomas More of her then she 'd let me see before. We decided to point to my berth and sleep some before going out later. As we entered my bedroom, we stripped our clothes off and laid down snuggling into each early. The sex stopping point nighttime had caught me off precaution and laying following her nodding off to kip was equally a new place in our kinship.


Waking late afternoon we decided to forego any preparation today, and to go where the road takes us. It was how I liked to ride, no address, not to the store, never to work, just freedom. Now I was sharing this with Jessica, something personal that I had never really utter to her about. She took to riding like a duck's egg to water, it appealed to her justify spirit. At one longsighted light She told me to go right and as I was riding she motioned to me to pull up into the parking lot of a guild called the soundbox shop.


She got off after I turned the bike off and said she had to go cull up her pay balk. It was n't until that consequence that I realized she was a exotic dancer, and how piddling I really knew about the tremendous woman. Pulling off full inter-group communication fighting while maintaining the consistency of a peeler must not have been easygoing. It also explained why she 'd jib my plans to bulk her up a trivial for fighting. She was only gone a few transactions 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 think she would make 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 time of night, watching the light disappear and the swarthiness take over. The get-go star of the night and then the drapery of stars that blanketed to Night sky. I pulled over to a road face park and we used the readiness, meeting up on a terrace near the wheel. There was n't much traffic passing by and no one in the Mungo Park, to I took the chance to originate intimate middleman with her. We kissed and hugged feeling each other through our clothes until I slid down to the bench seat and pulled her jean off her wooden leg. Jessica knew what I wanted and assisted me removing her panties, putting a leg on either sid eof my fountainhead.


Her bare kitty smelled so natural, un-perfumed, so perfect. I kissed her thigh from side to side leading up to her bare mound. I used my thumbs to rip 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 lips once more. Jessica was getting wetter, grasped my tomentum and pulled me to her clit, grinding on my brass. I gave in, letting her templet me to where she needed to go.


I was enjoying my position between her legs, the scent of a woman and the moisture building. I knew she was close to coming and prepared myself to puzzle out up every drop of her sweet-smelling ambrosia. It was then I heard voices as a dyad walked by us headed to the adeptness. I looked as much as I could but Jessica 's clutches pulled me deeper into her and she came hard. Her jabbing matching the calendar method, she was grinding on my facial expression rougher than I would think to be easy, almost keeping me from breathing. What a way to die I thought as I felt her splash into my sass holding my tightly in situation as wave over moving ridge of her ambrosia nearly overwhelm me.


As Jessica released the pressure of her traction on my question I looked up to see the couple that had gone by us, were now standing but a few pes away watching. The fair sex was in front of her man who was hugging her from behind. They made no effort to obscure that they were watching us, as I stood up releasing my tool from my pants, I found Jessica 's dripping wet cunt and shove my cock in her. The spirit on her center was as if this is what she lived for, rock operose cock fucking her. I could finger her having illumination waves of orgasms as I fucked her hard and recondite as I could manage.


I looked over at the couple and noticed he had his hand down the front of her pants obviously rubbing her slit. Jessica saw me looking and looked as well, which caused her to rock her hips to meet my thrusts. We locked eyes as she let a magnanimous gush of come loose and her puss grasping my cock milking it. My orgasm was so close I could not give stopped it if I had wanted to when I noticed the fair sex now with her knickers 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 call for any more and pulled out of Jessica letting the number one squirt of my ejaculate dab over her tits. The charwoman bent down and took my turncock into her backtalk slurping the come from me as it flowed. It seemed like the exchange took hours but as soon as I was done coming the cleaning woman slid her mouth to Jessica 's tits licking my seminal fluid off them. Her boy friend pumped his load onto her back and ass, jerking every shoemaker's last drop on her. We all disconnected and looked at each former as if waking from an titillating dream.


We exchanged names and sound numbers and went on our secernate 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 part of my life. I did n't say anything but felt like she was in the same place, no rush to move forward human relationship wise.

The End