Thread: Scribe's Requests and Rough Drafts (female writers)

The Sex-arcade is a series of hentai pictures I started doing back in 2009. It is a series of various booths in a very exclusive arcade that offers famous female fictional characters to clients rather than arcade-machines and games. So I just found Sabu's website this morning and found his Sex-Arcade posts. I'm on the busy side of my RP's, but wanted to post this idea before I forgot, so PM me anyway if there's a girl you want to play. I'll insert my coin, among other things. Randomized until I found character I was familiar with. I don't have to have sex with this one. Fantastic art, fantastic fuck. Rough draft! Richard mused as he pulled up. He had last been on campus a few months ago, when it was discovered he was having sex with one of the students he tutored as part of the school's volunteer program. He, in fact, was one of the English tutors, and helped Annie become proficient in English at high school. Although they stopped seeing each other, Richard wasn't sure if this was something permanent, or if she they'd hook up again now that she was no longer a student. The irony was that the same rumors that caused him to be dismissed were the ones causing the girls to be curious about having sex with him. Better an experienced man than a clueless boy. He still helped out the girls he knew with their English, as well as review and assist them with their college applications. Stephen pulled into the driveway with Louis. I tell you! This will be great said Stephen, enthusiastically. Lots of girls, lots of dongs, man, I can't wait to see some good black dick inside of my girlfriend, Emily, while I fuck another girl! Stephen had his kinks, and, boy, did he have them. Cmon, Louis. Admit it. You have a thing for my gal. You just want to stick some of that nerd cock into Emily. And Mallory. Hell, I want to stick my cock into Mallory, as well. We're gonna have some of the best choices in this school tonight! Stephen made some last minute primps to Louis' hair. Well, at least we got you looking not like a train wreck on your last day of school. I'm sure if you took care of your hair better, you still wouldn't be a virgin. Oh, and if you took care of your face better. And the clothes you wear. You know what? Just have fun tonight! And make sure you fuck my girlfriend! Darrel hummed to himself as he drove his truck. Got some pizza, got the weed, he slapped his crotch, Got the dong the girls need! Despite his easygoing nature, Darrel was the entrepreneur, using his part-time pizza job as a start for his soft drug business. Plenty of high school kids needed their pizza for their studying, and needed their weed for their study breaks. And he sure didn't mind having his big black blunt smoked by the girls in lieu of receiving cash. Rather amusingly, the theater troupe he and his friend Samuel were part of had a constant demand for the stuff. Weed was the best medicine against stage fright, and didn't even need a prescription. Darrel's buddy, Samuel was with him. Samuel came from Nigeria and entered the United States during his freshman year. Despite his being new to the states, he quickly became popular with the theater crowd from his love of acting and art. Darrel helped him get used to American culture, though pizza and weed may not have been the best way! The river burbled and glistened, as the sun shined down on the secluded glen. The sweet sounds of birds sung around the resting princess. The algae seemed to coalesce, gradually rising up through the wild grass. The transparent green liquid seemed to caress her body, starting with her feet and legs. It began to engulf her, coat her, or at least her torso as it began to rise and take the form of a man. While it had consumed the occasional male, it had the need to procreate with the female, spreading its seed within them. It released a soporific musk as it took shape, and slid towards her nether regions. As it grew, the mimicking of muscles could be discerned on its transparent mass of a body. It began to slide up her inner thighs, seeking her desire and her sex. The sun shone down, bringing warmth and light to their naked bodies. Idea There's a nice little present at the door The doorbell rang, and I opened it to find an early Christmas present, wrapped up for me. I recognized her as the delicious Lil Kitty, and smiled at her, all tied up in red ribbon. A heart-shaped hole in the box invited me to stick my now-hardening shaft into her, her delicious pussy ready for all my sweet sticky cum. Idea Elf Noblewoman I had heard the reputations of elves, that they would be engaged in the most sensual of arts, yet jaded to so much in their life. Us humans were novel to them, only in contact recently over the last few years, a trifling to these immortal souls. I was the unnecessary son of my king, and sent to her court for the possibility of a political marriage. It was certainly the twitter of the elven lords to see who could bed and wed these humans they came into recent contact. The noblewoman Belaira specifically asked for a prime, based on the courtly rumors of crude human endurance relative to sophisticated elvish tastes. I found it rather curious, though, that instead of a formal reception, I was asked to wait in the guest quarters were I found a comfortable environment, including bath and bed. Perhaps the rumors of elves to acquire a half-elf child were true as well... Idea The Gym I had my eye on Madi. We went to the same gym as each other, and I couldn't get enough of this luscious half-Asian woman in her tight yoga pants and sports top. She seemed a tad flustered the times I tried talking to her, but I still maintained a friendly smile whenever I saw her. and she seemed friendly enough. We took the same yoga class, and I had some problems with some advanced bridging, namely trying to march. I asked her if she could help me out after class in the weight room, by watching my posture as I lifted one leg up after another. I had her sit directly in front of me, and, yes, my legs were spread out for her. In hindsight, I found this quite arousing, and somehow didn't think of her looking at me any different way. I must admit that I am easy to pre-come, and did not resist when she offered to touch me by my torso and lift my buttocks to help me stabilize my position... Rough Draft Succubus Hmm??? Jynlyn feigned, What is what? she smiled looking down at Cece looking at her hard rigid cock. The veins on the monster pulsated, emanating their underworld heat, and demonic desire. But Jynlyn's commands egged on the poor moral. Taste. Lick. Suck. I-I Ill try the demon heard. Such words were sweet songs only rivaled by the intonation of the heavens. A human who was willing. A human who was weak. Jynlyn's eyes burned with the anticipation of a female mouth. Jynlyn's fingers were continuing their quest, sopping wet with the woman's wet juices, slithering with her own wanton lust. Do you see it? Do you feel it? Jynlyn mused, to both Cece and Jasmine. Do you not realize the lasciviousness of your dear friend towards your mortal body? Jynlyn then returned her thoughts to Cece's mouth, now taking in her swollen member. Jynlyn arched her back, closed her eyes, and almost let out a bellowed roar of satisfaction, of corrupting a mortal, and the feeling of lips on her cock. She slowly felt her penis pass through the lips of the woman, and pressed on earnestly. MORE MORE she chanted, her breath haughty, yet replete with lust. She placed her clawed hand behind Cece's head, forcing her onto Jynlyn's pulsating shaft, piercing her deeply, as the head sought her throat. Molten bits of liquid dribbled from Jynlyn's cock, sweet salty tempting essence unavailable on the mortal plane. As desirous as lotus leaves... as pure as evil mana... is spread down her throat into her wanton body. And Jynlyn wanted that body, too. She now lay on her side opposite Cece, Ceces mouth still swallowing Jynlyn's cock, Jynlyn now spreading the soft swollen petals of Cece's sex. Jynlyn opened her mouth to let her snakelike tongue explore her slit, winding around Cece's button, lapping up Cece's juices. Though nothing like a demon in flavor, Jynlyn savored Cece's fluids, as if tasting a wine draught long ago. Do you not feel it, Jasmine heard in the pit of her soul. Do you not taste it, she heard echoing around her. Jasmine felt madness, trapped in her own body, taken over by a creature she did not control. She could feel the same pleasures Cece brought upon her body, could not break away. Jasmine could not even touch herself, her body owned by another. Jynlyn slapped Cece's ass, each twitch of her body sending her pussy into Jenlyn's waiting mouth. Taste me. Lick me. Suck me. she said again, to the mortal woman. Idea WoW Perhaps L is in need of a holy anointment, and the three elvish handmaidens say that this would require a sexual ritual. The spell gathers a woman warrior's unique mana in the penis, where it combines with the handmaiden's magic. At climax, the handmaidens spray from their magicked cocks over the supplicant as their blessing. It's actually a similar idea to the Chinese chi, where the man gathers a woman's chi by having sex with her, but, when he climaxes, the women receives the man's chi. Are you familiar with it? Bunny Sailor simply fumed. That bitch Olympia had shut down yet another one of her naval base bordellos A girl or two in every port, causing Bunny Sailor to lose favor with the Bunny Queen. Bunny Sailor had been stripped of her Bunny ears! She'd get that little slut with her tight black leggings and American flag sports bra. Did she even know that sailors fucking prostitutes was the American way?? Bunny Sailor knew exactly what she'd do to that woman. First, she'd tear off that stupid sports bra, then rip those leggings. Then she'd dress her in a sailor suit. But, before that, she'd grope those huge stupid breasts, and tweak those taut little nipples of hers. And she'd force her to orgasm, sliding her hands over that shaven slit, putting her fingers into her tight little snatch -- wet or otherwise. Huh? What? she thought. I'm not a lesbian. Okay, I am, but I'm seeking revenge here, not a fuck. Well, maybe a fuck. Concentrate, woman. Bunny Sailor gripped the plastic gun Bunny Queen equipped her. for her last stand, Bunny Sailor requested a nautical theme for her room. Her room, however, had more of an underwater theme, with faux windows around her room showing swimming fish and seabed life. Hmph. Fitting ending for a dead sailor, she mused. The television screen above her turned on. She's arrived said the monitor voice. Room Bunny Sailor made one last fashionable check of her costume. Her innocent-looking short blue skirt was hiked high enough to show the bottom of her delicious ass. Her top tied in the front, showing off her Korean cleavage, and her flat stomach. Her short brownish hair was perfectly coiffed, her face and skin a light complexion, and her lips as pink as her Asian pussy. As the door opened, she shot her gun! Not quite expectedly, a thick stream of goo fired out, a taser-like stream of a strange yet familiar scent. Ha ha! Olympia! Bunny Queen said she was unarmed, and invited you here for a one-on-one challenge. But she's not here! I'm here! And you're there! Dammit! I was supposed to say that BEFORE I shot the gun. Ummm... can we start again? But that was the least of acrimonious duo's concerns. For the strange liquid that covered Olympia's body was a concoction of Bunny Queen's infamous pheromones. It permeated her body, seeping into every pore, every inch of her curvaceous body. But Bunny Sailor could smell its scent too, and knew she was being consumed by the pheromones as well. That bitch... that... other bitch... she put the gun down. No... she held onto it, tasting it, licking it, slurping it up, and sliding her tongue all over it. She looked down at Olympia, as Bunny Sailor began to feel an incredible lust and desire growing within her. I bet you want to taste this too. I bet you want to put your wanton slutty lips around this dildo and suck it as much as I do. Open your mouth like a good little heroine. Holding the toy to Olympia's mouth, Bunny Sailor said, There's one in every port... You should have picked up Nicole, Tyrelle. William drove up to Isabella's driveway, already parked with a few cars. Not saying that this is anyone's fault, but you know how things can get. Hope you two can work things out soon. William parked, then got out of the car. I know, I know, replied Tyrelle, feeling a little dejected. Not even sure what's gonna happen next, going to separate schools. Well, you should also know that some of these girls here will be going to that school as well. Make 'em happy here and they'll make you happy there. Hey, there's Chris! Get a load of him! Chris was pumping his bicycle to the house, clad only in his helmet and graduation gown. Most. Embarrassing. Ride. Ever. It felt like have the spectators seeing him ride his bike this way across campus were taking out their smartphones and taking photos of him this way. More than his four years here, he supposed. He gave himself a wry smile, feeling a little good about the attention. Stephen smiled back at Emily. Oh, I'm ready to go, all right. C'mere! Stephen hugged Emily back, giving her a light grope on the ass. He kissed her, deeply, his tongue feeling her mouth. He grinded himself just a bit into her, his prominent cock sliding against the texture of his gown. He then broke the kiss and turned towards the others with a sly grin. You boys looking forward to a little of this? he laughed. Meanwhile, Darnell was passing around the blunts. He had already put down the pizzas and beer. I'll supply the pizza, and the boys will supply the sausages, he joked. He noticed Tyrelle and Nicole with each other, but they weren't as affectionate as he thought they would be. Tyrelle! Nicole! How's the beautiful couple doing? Darnell shook hands with Tyrelle. Both of you, have a little something to relax you. Darnell produced two joints and flicked open his lighter. Louis sat alone, near the pizza, watching the couples already gathering. He picked a piece of pizza and started eating it. Sausage, he thought to himself. Rough Draft! Jasmine's body quaked, as Jynlyn's orgasm ripped through her being. Jynlyn only shared enough of her eruption with Jasmine, sending the poor woman into a state of pleasure and confusion. Jasmine still knew not where she was, but could feel an intense sensation between her legs, between her thighs, as her body came. Jynlyn felt her balls tightening, her cock twitching, her unholy liquid shooting through her font into Cece's mouth, down her throat, into her belly. It seared the poor mortal's soul, delivering a devil's delitght, a purgatoric pleasure, of blistering brimstone brine. Jasmine's mouth was covered with Cece's pussy juices, covering her face, her lips, her hair. Jynlyn smiled as she licked up Cece's liquids, the snake becoming a cat, licking her hands after capturing her prey. But speaking of cats... Meow. Fu, fu, fu.... Jynlyn cooed, spying the cat on the couch. Were you watching us, you voyeuristic little kitty? Jynlyn held the cat in her arms and stroked its luscious fur. She held up the creature and smiled, It's a boy!!! Well, you've given me an idea, and I'd like a pet of my own!, Jynlyn smiled, rubbing the fur along her own cheeks. Jynlyn undid the collar of the tomcat, and muttered a spell, causing delicious little sparkles to alight upon the collar, causing it to grow. Look what Jasmine has for you, Jynlyn said to the still prone Cece, A lovely token of her affection. Jynlyn then placed the collar around Cece's neck, which wrapped itself around her lovely throat. She then produced a long strap of leather, that affixed itself like a leash. Come, my pet, Jynlyn commanded. Walk on all fours like the creature you are. We are going to engage in the greatest pleasure of modern creation. Jynlyn's eyes sparkled when she produced her MistressCard. We're going SHOPPING!!! The door opened wide, as the duo walked into the outside. More roughness! Meow, meow, meow meow meow? Is that what you said little Cece?? Jynlyn picked up the cat. Or so it appeared in the mirror. For in the mirror was a brown tabby cat, cradled oh-so-innocently by a woman unknown to Cece. The ragged brown wings... the dark horns... the dirty blonde hair... the brown almost non-existent top and skirt... and that enormous cock. That was not Jasmine. And the way the Jasmine held Cece in the real world was anything but innocent. Jasmine held Cece with an unusual strength, cradiing, with but one hand, a grown woman like a little child. The otherworldly woman in the mirror gently stroked the fur of the tabby, while, in the apartment, Cece was sliding her free hand across Cece's breast. It slid downward, against Cece's naked belly, to her nether regions, playing with the mound above her lips, just above her button. Ah, but we should not be dallying, should we, pretty kitty? said the creature with the form of Jasmine. Jasmine then repositioned the cat, draped over her shoulder. Again, only its appearance. Jynlyn was carrying Cece over her shoulder, her ass in prominent view -- in public no less. Jasmine smiled, waving to her neighbors, showing off her pretty cat -- and displaying Cece's pretty little ass. Jynlyn was rubbing Cece's behind, appreciating that ass, feeling her up, occasionally slapping it, or stroking it, as if it had a tail. They eventually arrived at the bus stand, and Jasmine placed Cece on her lap. It appeared to others that the cat was lying down on her belly and stroking its tail. But the reality was that Jynlyn was rubbing her ass, and giving her an idle spank to pass the time. The bus eventually arrived, and Jynlyn gleefully picked Cece up again, carrying her in her arms like a newfound treasure. Jasmine sat in the back with her prey. The bus stopped, and she looked out the window, seeing a rather regal school. Canterlot High, a plaque said. Several girls boarded the bus, and two sat with Jasmine and her kitty in the back. Jynlyn smiled. How adorable! said the grey-haired one, wearing glasses. I just love kitties! You love pussies more, joked the purple-haired one, with her yellow coat, and white skirt. May we pet her? Please, smiled Jynlyn. Jynlyn groped Cece by her breasts, holding her out in full frontal towards the front of the bus. In appearance, Jasmine was simply holding up the cat and exposing its belly. The two girls, sitting on either side of Jasmine, giggled with glee as they rubbed its fur, touched its face, and rubbed its belly. They glided their hands against Cece's skin. Their fingertips slid along her face. And they fondled her breasts along with Jynlyn.