DOMINO

I was invited to work. From the spot where I was living to the place of my future job, along the seashore, was about thirty kilometers. And I, without fully understanding the situation, without coordinating my impulse with the owners, board a steamship, and then walk fifteen kilometers along the shore...

I arrive... A small house—a former collective farm fishing station. Not a single living human soul within a twenty-kilometer radius. I go up to the porch, knock...

— Yes, come in," I hear a woman's voice.

I enter...

In the room, sitting at a table, is a young woman in a man's white shirt and semi-military trousers. She's cracking sunflower seeds

and calmly looking at me.

— Hello," I say. "Can I see Volodya Sergeevsky?

— Hello," she replies. "Unfortunately, Volodya isn't here right now. He went to the Port to buy a new boat. And you are?

— Well, I just came to talk about the job. Volodya and I had a preliminary agreement... Will he be back soon?

— In about five days.

— Excuse me... I think I'll leave. I'll come back in about three days. Tell him Sasha came by.

— Where will you go at nightfall?... Stay," she says, seeing my confusion. "At least until morning... We have enough space... Would you like some tea?

— I wouldn't say no...

She heats the kettle, gets out bread, cheese, butter.

— Sit down," she invites.

We have tea, talk about trifles, then I go to sleep.

Morning comes...

— And why do you need to go somewhere?" she says at breakfast. "Volodya will be back in four days. Stay. You can at least help around the house... Tomorrow we need to heat the bathhouse. And a pier for the boat should be built. Can you do it?

I nod and, it seems, even too hastily...

How and why do a man and a woman guess that they need each other?...

I won't describe the next day: how I heated the bathhouse, built the pier, did some other things...

Evening came. We washed in the bathhouse and sat for evening tea...

— Do you play dominoes?" she asks.

— Yes. I like 101...

— Shall we play?" she suggests.

— Let's play.

— For what stakes?

— Just for fun," I shrug. "At least time will pass faster.

— Well, just for fun—that's not interesting," she drawls, slightly disappointed.

— How do you want to play?

— Well, suppose...," she says, in feigned thought, pursing her lips. She smiles slyly and finishes her proposal: "Whoever loses a round takes off a piece of their clothing... Agreed?

I don't rush to answer...

— First: how will Vovka look at this?... It's clear she doesn't live here just to cook soup and wash floors... And what if Volodya has serious feelings?

I look at her and suddenly it dawns on me that this is an ordinary Russian whore. No frills. Lives here, fucks for her own pleasure, and for that she even eats and sleeps well. And, apparently, she's already itching in one place. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have proposed such a thing to a stranger... Well, alright, girlfriend, let's play. Let's see how this ends..."

— Okay," I reply. "Let's play...

For the first half hour, the "struggle" goes with equal success: she loses both her slippers and those semi-military trousers, I lose my socks and shirt. She remains in a skirt, shirt, and, well, presumably a bra and panties underneath. I'm in trousers and underpants...

The "struggle" continues... Two more rounds pass. She loses them. I, pretending to be embarrassed, try not to watch as she takes off her shirt and... panties.

Imagining how I'll fuck her, I scoop up the next seven dominoes under my palm...

And I lose three rounds in a row!...

Well then: the game's conditions must be fulfilled: I take off my trousers and, slightly lifting myself on the chair, pull down my underpants. There's nothing left to take off. So, I've lost...

— Maybe one more?" I say hopefully.

— Okay," she agrees, "but the loser climbs onto the table and dances a belly dance.

— So you'll be the one dancing," I think maliciously, shuffling the domino stones.

We play this round and I lose—me...

I never thought I'd dance naked on a table in front of a young whore... Well, that's just my luck! No matter how you twist it, it's simply shameful...

She silently, expectantly, looks straight into my eyes...

But, a game is a game... I asked for it myself...

I slowly get up. Covering my "business" with my palm, I put a foot on the stool. I stand on it with both feet. I stand sideways. I'm still ashamed. Then I lift my leg and place it on the table. A domino painfully digs into my sole. Cursing, I put my second foot on the table—that is, I stand completely on the table...

Imagine: a naked man standing on a table half-turned to a young woman sitting on the sofa. Standing and bashfully covering his dick with his palms...

And what does she do?... The following: she gets up from the sofa, with a habitual movement takes off her bra, unzips her skirt. The skirt falls to her feet. Having undressed, she stands on the stool, and then on the table. She takes me by the hands, looks into my eyes and says: "Now we're on equal footing."

Well, the fact that my dick is hard—that goes without saying. And I, afraid this is a dream, try to pull her to me with a jerk. She pulls back and says, slightly with deliberate reproach: "Not here..."

She unclasps our hands, climbs down and lies on her back on the sofa.

I hastily jump off the table and fall on her. My dick, finally, finds the coveted pussy...

— Wait," she manages to wriggle out from under me. I, not understanding her desire, sit down slightly offended.

— Let me go first," she smiles cunningly. "I just love men's candy...

She bends down and takes my dick in her mouth. And starts sucking it. So much so that I almost lose consciousness from pleasure...

— And now you," she says when about half an hour passes, and my "friend," having rested, is ready for work again...

I fall on her, trying to get into her hole...

— No," she mutters slightly with distaste, "that's not interesting.

I prop myself up on my arms...

— Stand up," she gets out from under me, goes into another room and returns with a large mirror. She sets it up by the headboard of the bed, squats down, facing the mirror, and says: "This will be more interesting. Understood?

Naturally, I understand her. I get on my knees, take her by the hips and launch my "friend" into the slit. Through the reflection in the mirror, I see: her eyes are half-closed and her breasts sway in time with our movements...

... We fucked about fifteen times a day, but there were only three of those days, on the fourth Volodya returned. Whether he guessed about our affairs or not—I don't know: a day later I left on a passing "Progress"... Probably, he guessed...

And a whore, she's a whore even at a fishing station...

...

Impromptu

And don't keep IT in your underpants

But keep IT at the ready

Because women are always

Ready to fuck

And don't listen to anyone

If you want sex

Then take her by the pussy

Or by the tit...

And once you take her..

Then give IT the right path

Insert IT into the pussy

Or you can into the asshole

Alright, enough wasting paper

I've really gone on

Time to fuck a woman

Or engage in masturbation!!!

...

That's how it is!