This story was written based on inspirational Hentai drawings by an artist named Dmitry. I don't usually write this type of story but the drawings just called to me.
It had been a week of round the clock negotiations to close the deal of the year. Sheri was the lead attorney on the project and had been simultaneously negotiating with two very different offers for the same investment property. Her firm had performed extensive due diligence on both companies in the bidding and had very different results. One company was publicly traded with a vast amount of public data at their disposal. They had also been very forthcoming with private data to support their position. The second company was a closely-held, family-run business that was very secretive about their operations. It should have been very straight-forward for her to recommend the first company to her client. The problem? The family-run business continued to offer a 30% premium on the price for the company. They seemed to know they were being played to up the price, but they continued to increase their bid.
At the end of the week, and the imposed deadline for making the decision, Sheri had recommended the public company to her client and they had accepted the offer. When Sheri contacted the other firms founder, a man by the name of Dmitry, it was a very unpleasant conversation. He was irate and accused her of many things to sway the client away from his lucrative offer. At the end of the call in a level voice, Dmitry told Sheri "You'll regret this decision". And with that, he broke the connection.
After finishing up some loose ends, Sheri hopped in her luxury sedan and drove towards Malibu and her 'get-away' house overlooking the ocean. The road is long, dark and winding with mansions tucked away from the road. It was well after midnight and she was all alone on the dark road. She could see headlights approaching her in the distance. As the car passed, it was if everything was in super slow-motion to Sheri. Even though it was only a couple seconds, it was as if it was thirty seconds to her mind. She looked at the driver and could see a woman with short blonde hair. She had a wicked smirk on her face that caused a shiver down Sheri's spine. As she looked closer, it was as if the woman was two-dimensional like a coloring book drawing that hadn't been colored yet. When Sheri blinked, the car was gone. She couldn't even see the red tail lights in her mirror.
Sheri wondered if she'd even seen what she thought she had seen. Shaking her head, she attributed it to the long week at work and had herself believing it was her imagination. No sooner had she calmed her heart rate than she saw headlights approaching from behind her. To her surprise due to the narrow winding road, the car pulled around to pass her. As the car pulled even, again the world seemed to slow down to a slow motion state. Sheri forced herself to turn her head to the left and look into the other car. The woman with the short blonde hair was driving the car beside her. She at once appeared to be beautiful and then again, she had the look of an uncolored coloring book drawing. The woman puckered her lips and blew Sheri a kiss and then quickly accelerated past Sheri. In a heartbeat the car was out of sight. There were no turn-offs in this part of the road and Sheri couldn't imagine the woman had driven so fast. Her heart was racing but fortunately her driveway was just around the bend.
Sheri pulled the car into her garage and closed the door behind her without ever getting out. She sat in the car with her mind reeling and her heart pounding. She tried to make sense of what she had just seen. Or had she imagined? Finally she stepped from her car and slowly entered her house. Walking around and turning on a few lights, she began to calm down. She poured herself a tall glass of whiskey over ice and took a long drink to calm her nerves.
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Sheri's sleep on Friday was uninterrupted and she relaxed throughout her Saturday as she tried to unwind from the negotiations. By the time she headed to bed on Saturday night, she had already forgotten about the mysterious driver from the previous evening. As her sleep grew deeper and she drifted off into a dream-state, she began to see an image take shape. Sheri led an active sex life but she always shut that part out when she was in the heat of a deal. Her sole focus was on the client and making the best deal possible. Her dream took on a "fly-on-the-wall" aspect as she was looking down and could see herself lying on the very bed she now slept. She was lying nude with her head and shoulders propped against the headboard. She could see her left hand stroking her right nipple and her right hand was covering her closely trimmed pussy. Her fingers were rubbing her clit in a slow, circular motion. She could feel her body getting warm from her actions. Sheri thought it odd that she could see herself masturbating by herself with no apparent source of stimulation. She always enjoyed watching videos when she found herself alone and in need of sexual release.
And then the image of a second person began to take shape on the edge of the bed. As the image became more clear, Sheri saw the short-cropped, blonde hair of the woman from the car on Friday night. The woman was no longer a colorless drawing, but a full-figured in color woman sitting at the edge of the bed facing Sheri's image. She could see her left hand pulling and pinching her nipple as her eyes never left the woman at the foot of her bed. As Sheri looked down on the stranger, she noticed what appeared to be a long, blonde horse's tail protruding from the small of her back. This seemed to be getting more and more odd as she looked down on the scene.
She blinked her eyes and now she was "a fly on a different wall". Instead of being on a wall parallel to the bed, she was now on the wall over her images head. Looking down at her own nude image below her, she could see her pussy lips glistening from her own arousal. Sheri could feel herself getting hotter and hotter with her sexual tension. Sheri now had a full frontal view of the woman at the foot of her bed and she was shocked, even horrified, by what she was seeing! The woman had a beautiful face and gorgeous breasts but this could not prepare her for what she was now comprehending. Between her legs was a large cock. But it was unlike any cock she had never seen on a man. She could only reflect back to her youth on her aunt's farm in the midwest. It was the cock of a stallion.
The vision sat on her knees with her calves tucked under her for support. Her right hand was stroking the sheath extending from her groin. The sheath covering the penis was nearly 18 inches long. As Sheri watched, the image stroked the huge penis attached to her body, it grew to nearly 36 inches in length and 8 inches in diameter at the business end. On a horse, when Sheri was a teen on her aunt's farm, it had looked huge. But attached to this woman, it looked like a monster protruding from her body!
