Ramona

All Ramona needed was to be a little attracted to the guy to get in the ring with him. Jessie was medium height and lanky, just the kind of man a girl like Ramona would love.
"They're like punching bags you can have sex with!" she once told her friend Emma the Ref at the Amazonia Boxing Club.  One match with a guy built like Jessie ended seconds after it began. A straight right from Ramona and her opponent (and future boyfriend) was sprawled on his back, touring Dreamland. They were together for five months. Now Ramona was feeling the "urge" again and the with Jessie, the feeling was mutual.

The match was private by Ramona's arrangement. Jessie was thrilled with a solitary mixed boxing match, but he did his best to conceal his excitement.
"Think I want to hurt you, boy?" Ramona purred. The first round bell had sounded and the pair were circling each other.
"A little!" Jessie answered. "Maybe a lot?"
Ramona hammered Jessie twice in the midsection. Doubled over, he tried to retreat, but Ramona planted her right foot on his. The next punch exploded on the side of Jessie's face.
The black girl let him slip backward, only to smack harder in the same location. Jessie was instantly suspended on the ropes. Head ringing, it was impossible for Jessie to focus on the woman in his face.
A gut shot spread agony all through his body.
Ramona pressed her gloved on Jessie's face.
"In about a minute, you're going to be out cold! Understand? In fact, I think I'm going to hospitalize you!"
Ramona read the arousal in Jessie's eyes.
"Oh, that gets you all fired up? You like the idea of a woman using her fists to put you in the hospital!"
A barrage of punches hit Jessie as he was starting to speak. Twenty seconds later, he could barely stand.
"All ready?" she asked, coyly. "This is gonna hurt!"
Instant blackness.

Jessie woke the next morning from a deep KO, laying in a hospital bed. Bruises covered his body and dark black swelling encircled his left eye. The pretty nurse told Jessie he was being kept over night for observation.

"Jessie? You awake?"
The sweet feminine whisper came from Ramona, who was peeking in the door.
The digital wall clock read 2:30 AM.
"Ramona?"
Ramona strutted in, wearing a white nurse's uniform that displayed her stunning thighs and breasts. She was carrying a gym bag, which she flung on the bed.
"We were scheduled for ten rounds...I have nine more coming to me!"
The lady fighter undid the uniform, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body. 
 They fucked for about an hour. Ramona always got hot for any man she defeated in the ring, which was all of them.
After writing her number down for Jessie, Ramona, still straddling her lover like a jockey, unzipped the gym bag.
"My mother told me: "Ramona, never give it up on the first date.' But I could not help myself, I really like you, Jessie."
Ramona pulled out a single pink boxing glove and eased it slowly over her right hand. Jessie couldn't breathe.
"Don't forget to call me, Jessie, when you're finally released from the hospital. We're only getting started." Ramona kissed the boxing glove. "Say 'Nighty-night!' "
The round house to Jessie's jaw detonated a super nova and Jessie was back on Dream Street.
Ramona looked over her prone lover, out cold and dreaming of Serena Williams, and noticed his uninjured right eye. She kissed and then slugged him.
Jessie's body jerked, but he remained out of it.
"You deserved it!" she told Jessie.