😵‍💫 Skitzocow David Anthony Stebbins / Acerthorn / stebbinsd / fayettevillesdavid - Litigious autist, obese livestreamer, elder abuser, violent schizo, ladyboy importer, hot dog enjoyer, wereturkey.

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MongolianMongoose said:
And wow he has the Dragon Ball clips he plays slowly ping-pong across the screen on top of the dashcam video to stop people from respecting his copyright; cropping out the obvious lawsuit bait dashcam videos.
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He’s proven repeatedly to be a hassle as he tries to DMCA and shut down any criticism so I wonder if anyone is going to bother.

You could generate a transcript of his video and use that or audio only clips to avoid his latest scheme. I wonder if there are any brave souls out there that will try to clip something and then Stebbins will file suit for mega damages because you’ve got his fiverr background music AND his silly dashcam footage.

Congrats Stebbins, you’ve made your content so toxic it’s not worth the hassle to comment on.
 
Wonder what's going to happen when Toei takes his video down or claim any (miniscule) ad revenue, they are litigious as fuck and youtube always sides with them.
 
I dunno if this has been posted before but quite by accident I came across this Jew Tuber reading out all of Mr Stabby's best hits.

 
MongolianMongoose said:
Acerthorn registered, in bulk, 10 new copyright videos on June 17th 2025
Acerthorn Cartoon Driving #1, #2... #10
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He uses these "cartoons" (dashcam videos with a filter) as a border his new Dragon Ball video released today.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=hBU5Ho6-X9MAnd wow he has the Dragon Ball clips he plays slowly ping-pong across the screen on top of the dashcam video to stop people from respecting his copyright; cropping out the obvious lawsuit bait dashcam videos.
How sensitive to criticism is this crybaby? He's put a lot of effort into stopping people from reacting to videos that no one is even watching. His last 2 hour Dragon Ball got only 350 views.

And stop hogging the passing lane David! Every vehicle on the road, even school buses, are leaving him in the dust.
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Here you go stabby, i'll give you a fully fair use response to your video.
 
DSP's Tax Lawyer said:
What if I don't want to support you David?
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I think you know exactly what will happen. wait for the gobbling at the dead of the night



I've been bored with no bossman to watch so i've been diving into more stebbins content.

Back when the OP was made we didn't have the technology to make stabby read out loud his own erotica.

we now have the technology

enjoy

(ml/al. stabby did not actually read this out loud)


She was the love of my life, my soul mate, my queen. I went to work each morning and sulked because I couldn't see her, and when I got home, not a day went by that we haven't made sweet love and fallen asleep in each others' arms.

But there was one thing about her that I didn't know when I fell in love with her. It was something that may have influenced my love had I known it before, but I now love her way to much to break up with her over it. It was something I had never expected from her sweet body, with her sweet, gentle voice, and her sweet, kind heart. It almost wrecked our marriage; in fact, I'm surprised we got through it.

It all started one night, after making love like any other night, when she was groaning in her sleep. But they weren't groans of pleasure, they were groans of pain. I lay there worried that she might be having a nightmare, so I wake her up. She opens her eyes and grins from ear to ear when she sees me.

"Hi, honey," she whispered.

"Baby," I said, "are you all right?"

I immediately saw her eyes fire up as if we were going on a roller coaster (she loves those things), but in an instant, she became scared and said "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Are you sure," I asked, putting my hand gently on her shoulder, "you were groaning in your sleep; were you having a nightmare?"

As I mentioned that, I could suddenly feel what was unmistakably adrenaline flowing through her body, but it only lasted an instant, and then she said "Um... yeah, it was a nightmare."

Strange, why would she get so excited over a nightmare? I decided to interrogate her about it in the morning.

*

* *

That morning, I got up at the brink of dawn, went down to the kitchen, and made breakfast. I was in my underwear with an apron over the front of me when my wife came in, naked as the day she was born and more beautiful than I can describe. Her eyes were like a lioness, with a pointy nose and a very cute smile. She had perky breasts with erect, pink nipples, abs as flat as paper with a cute navel. A tattoo below her belt line but right above her pussy showed an arrow that pointed down. She did it for me, showing me that her pink, wet pussy was just as much mine as it was hers. Her legs were as long and lean as those of Stacy Keibler, followed by feet that I loved to suck because they were always clean and perfumy. While I couldn't see it at the time, I knew her ass was as beautiful as a cheerleader who did a hundred squats a day. Oh my god, I had the perfect wife.

She saw what I was making and immediately cracked a smile.

"You know I love your fried egg recipe, baby!" she said in her usual soft, sweet voice.

I brought the eggs and bacon to the table and said, "Eat up, sweetheart. Whaddaya say we make whoopie all day long today?" She lit up a huge smile, and sat down, still butt naked, to eat her breakfast. I got behind her and began messaging her shoulders. She groaned in pleasure and affection as she was adored by her husband. I hate to make myself look egotistical, but she always says that I'm sexier than Tom Cruise. I had the physique of Bobby Lashley, with even more defined wash board abs than he did. My face, she says, literally makes women's and gay guys' heads turn, and while mine was the only one she had ever seen outside of porno (she was a virgin when she married me), she said I had an anaconda for a cock, literally ten inches long when fully erect, and balls so plump and large that just one takes up her entire gentle hand when blowing me.

As she was enjoying my fried eggs that she loves, I moved up to her ear and whisper "Baby, can I ask you a question?"

"Mm-Hm," she said, chewing on some yolk.

"Exactly what kind of nightmare did you have last night?"

Once again, her veins flared up in adrenaline. This time, it was for a few seconds before she calmed down and asked "Why do you want to know?"

"Well," I said, "Nightmares often mean you have repressed memories, and you haven't told me about any bad experiences before we met? Were you raped at some point?" I knew she wasn't because she bled the first time we made love.

"No," she said, "It's just... I dreamed you were beating me up last night."

Suddenly her shoulders flared up more than they had so far.

"Honey," I asked, "what's with the adrenaline?"

"A... adrenaline?" She said, "I don't know what your talking about?"

"Honey," I said, "can't you feel it? I certainly can?"

"It" she responded, "It just reminds me of roller coasters."

"Sweetie," I said, with fear in my voice, "are you a... are you a masochist?"

She immediately began the biggest sob you can imagine, bearing her head in her hands, "yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssssss!" I began to back up until I hit the dining room wall.

"It's... not just... any pain," she continued, "It's only when you do it. I want you to beat the hell out of me? It's a fetish. I've had it ever since I fell in love with you, but I was scared to tell you, because I was afraid you'd leave me!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She had a fetish for pain? Was I the one dreaming now?

I said, "What... what exactly... do you... dream... of me... doing... to you?"

"Breaking my nose," she began, letting it all hang out, "breaking my ankles, breaking a beer bottle over my head, caving in my skull with steel knucks. It makes me so horny when you show me how big and strong you are, I picture the hottest, most hardcore sex ever when you break my bones."

Was I even breathing? I was definitely scared enough to not breath.

Still sobbing, she said, "Hubby, what must you think of me now?"

I knew what I had to do. I walked over to her, lifted her head up, and said, "We'll get through this." She began to smile. "We'll get you the best help money can-"

"I don't want help!" she screamed, "I want you to beat the hell out of me! That's the only way I can be happy again!"

I dropped down to a seating position. "Will you..." I said, "will you leave me if I don't?"

She doubled the intensity of her sobbing, "Noooooo," she said, "I love you too muuuuuch!"

I didn't know what to do. She didn't want help, but how could I do harm to my beloved soulmate, even if she liked it? I began to cry myself.

My thoughts were broken with her sobbing "Punch me! Punch me please!"

"Baby," I said, "I can't!"

"You have to!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, "for the sake of our relationship, you have to!"

She stood up and showed me her belly. I looked at her belly button, preferring to come all over it than punch it. What do I do? Do I punch her with everything I've got, or do I try to persuade her to put this behind us and go back to the way we were (she was happy that way, wasn't she)?

Without realizing what I was doing, I balled up my fist and gave a soft punch to her belly. She didn't budge.

"That was pitiful," she said, "come on, break a bone!"

She must have seen the sorrow in my eyes, because she began sobbing again full blast. That was my cracking point. I couldn't bear to see her this sad. I felt a ripping sensation in my soul, and the next thing I remember was her naked body curled up with her hands on a bruise the size of a basketball. My hand was clenched, and I knew exactly what I had done.

I pulled her head up, as if she were laying on the ground after being skewered with a spear. "Baby! Baby! Are you all right!" I was truly terrified. What did I do?

Her eyes opened suddenly, and she removed her hands from her bruise, showing a giant red circle where I had busted several veins. She grabbed my head and said in a very kinky voice, "Come her you stud!

She pulled my head into her face and began a huge lip lock, twirling her tongue around my mouth. I got an erection so hard that I could have supported the Eiffel Tower on it. Amazing, we had kissed passionately before, but never made out. We had always preferred slow, beautiful sex.

She broke the lip lock (it was too kinky to be considered a kiss) and went down to my briefs. With one quick pull, she ripped them off, exposing my basilisk. Was she going to do what I thought she was going to do? She had never given me a blow job before? It wasn't sweet enough for us.

In one gulp, she devoured my entire wang. I could feel my head and the tip of my trunk down her throat, with her tongue slurping the bottom. It felt soooo good. I thought my dick was going to explode; not cum, literally explode. I began moaning in pleasure as she cupped my enormous testicles with her not-so-gentle hands. That was my breaking point. I immediately felt my balls contract, and she must have felt it, because she took my cock out of her mouth except for my dick's head. I knew, even though she had never done this before, that she wanted to taste my semen.

I came like I never came before, and she swallowed every bit of it. In one gulp after another, it was as if she was chugging down something in a drinking competition. When I finally finished, she still had a mouthful, which she preferred to swirl around in her mouth for a minute before finally swallowing. I had become limp after that, so my dick was out of her mouth. I was sweating like a pig.

"Honey," I said, panting, "That... was... amazing! You never did that before!"

"It was your punch," she said, with the cutest grin, and my heart skipped a beat, "it turned me on like never before."

Oh shit. I had totally forgotten about that.

"Baby," I said, "are you okay?"

She pulled up beside me on the dining room floor and gave me a quick peck on the lips, "I've never been better!" Her eyes had a combination of fire and tenderness that I had never seen before.

Suddenly, it all clicked. Suddenly, causing her pain wasn't that hard anymore. I reached for and cupped her breast, feeling her hard nipple on my palm, and then squeezed it as hard as I could, until I could almost feel my fingers colliding, while simultaneously looking into her eyes for reassurance, which she was giving me in spades. Her eyes fired up and her nipple became more erect the harder I squeezed. She didn't squeal, but moaned in pleasure.

"Yes, honey! That hurts so good!"

TO BE CONTINUED

"Stebbins, we need those algorithms finished," my boss said on my speaker.

"Yes, sir, I'm working on them now," I told him.

"Working on them isn't good enough. If they're not done by five, your fired."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Beard," I told him, and turned my attention back to the computer. It was 4:30 already, and I wasn't even half-way done with the algorithms. I mean, these algorithms are for the entire company, and the other five people who normally help me with them were hospitalized in an accident that their car pool was in, leaving me to do the whole damn thing by the hard-coded deadline!

And what's worse, it was my birthday! Trust me, there's nothing worse than loosing your job for a stupid reason on your birthday! Of course, I'm used to it. My kids didn't even know when my birthday was until they needed it for the FAFSA (they're both away in college). Then again, maybe people are better off not knowing that I'm 45 years old today. God, I miss being young.

My wife, however. Now THERE is the woman that old age forgot about! I'm serious, at 43 years of age, she is still a dead ringer for the 18 year old I fell in love with. She was kind, modest, and absolutely gorgeous! As an Asian, she could hold her own in a beauty contest against Gail Kim, the wrestler, and she's FOURTY FUCKING THREE YEARS OLD! Oh, and no, I'm not just looking past her ugliness because I'm in love with her, no. My best friends, Will and Steve, tell me that if I ever divorce her, they'd bone her before I even finished the sentence. The only thing wrong with her, they say, is her random mood swings. They only last a few minutes, and she's always sorry afterwards for being so irrational, but they're scary when they do happen.

"Stebbins, it's five o'clock. We need those algorithms!"

I pressed the button and told him, "Mr. Beard, I haven't moved from this chair in seventy-two hours except to pee. I can't even remember if the highest selling tie was Lavender's Black or Black's Lavender! If I could just rest-"

"Fine, go home and get some rest, but don't come back."

I took fifteen minutes to get my things out of my desk and walked for what seemed like an eternity to my car. God, why couldn't I have car pooled? At least then, I'd have an EXCUSE for not getting these algorithms done! I mean, you can't fire someone for work they didn't do while taking out workers' comp! It's just not fair!

How would I tell Jing (my wife)? I decided to use my last paycheck to buy her some chocolates and roses. I went down to the Valentine's Store. After browsing for about ten minutes, Steve, one of my best buddies, who works in Human Resources over at a video game store, found me looking at roses.

"Hey, David, your car has all your office stuff in it. Did you get canned?"

"Yeah. That's why I'm here. I'm trying to butter up Jing before I break the new-"

"Dude, put that shit down! One of our algorithm guys just stormed out earlier today! I need to fill that position ASAP!"

I was astonished. "You don't mean-"

"Well, you'll have to apply and I'll have to interview you and all. You know, just to make it all LOOK legit, but hey," he reached into his manila office folder, "here's the questions, aaaaand" he reached back into his folder, "here's the answers!" He whispered "between you and me, okay?"

I smiled from ear to ear! Now, I could go home and tell Jing I got fired and not have to sweat bullets about it!

So, I drove home to our house and opened the door, but the little sliding lock on the inside was in place. Oh god, is she having another one of her mood swings? Looks like I won't be able to tell her about my new job yet.

"Honey, what did I do this time," I asked her in a voice with faked sincerity?

She undid the lock and stuck her hand out with a blindfold. "Put this on. I've got a surprise for you!"

Oh, goodie! She had a surprise waiting for me! She remembered my birthday, AND the fact that it was the deadline for the company's algorithms! We normally just go out to a steak house to celebrate that!

I put the blindfold on and, when I told her that I was wearing it, I heard the door open. She took my hand and led me over to our bedroom (it's only one story, so I didn't have to climb any stairs). I could smell that she had lit some scented candles. Wow, what surprise did she have in store?!

"Honey, what's going on?" She put her finger on my lips.

"Don't speak," she said in a soft, seductive whisper, "I've been practicing this on a mannequin for the past three days. I hope you enjoy it."

I extended my grin, and she took off my pants and boxers, exposing my already erect cock. She then removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, and slid off my shirt and jacket. I was now completely naked, except for the blindfold.

"I'm going to take the blindfold off, so keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, okay, honey?"

I gave an excited nod, and she slid off my blindfold. Adhering to my promise, I kept my eyelids clenched together, although I wanted to see what she had in store.

She then cuffed my hands behind my back, but I could tell that there was something else behind me that she had tied the cuffs to. Apparently, whatever she was going to do to me, she didn't want me to move from this spot.

I then could hear a stereo playing, only it was playing silence. Suddenly, her voice appeared on the stereo "Go ahead and open your eyes!" I did so and saw my wife standing there, in a full Japanese school uniform (kind of like how our daughter, Mei, used to watch on Sailor Moon). She had an indigo handkerchief around her neck, twist-tied at the bottom, a white blouse that fit nicely around her size DD boobs, and an indigo miniskirt that was so short that I could see the tip of her buttocks, and she was standing away from me, with her head cocked back to see me. Suddenly, the music started playing.

"Let the BODies hit the FLOOR! Let the BODies hit the FLOOR! Let the BODies hit the-" every time they emphasized a syllable, Jing jumped back, coming one step closer to me, and bending over just a little bit more than the last time, until her buttocks was just one inch from the tip of my dick. As the stereo did one of those sticks-banging-together sounds four times, she shook her toosh back and forth to the beat of that sound, and the tip of her buns brushed against that little hole that my semen and pee comes out of.

"-FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!" She took off the miniskirt from the front (it must have been velcro) jumped around, and started to slowly and seductively shake her hips. I noticed that she was, indeed, wearing panties, but they were so silky and clear that they didn't cover a damn thing! I could only tell she was wearing them the same way I can tell that the kitchen sink is full of water. I noticed she had shaven her pussy and even got a bikini wax! I wonder if it was just for this occasion! I could see her pussy lips in all their glory, and they were throbbing like my cock was! My god, she was enjoying this as much as I was!

As the stereo starting playing "One: Nothing wrong with me," she put her hands behind her head and started thrusting her hips forward as they sang the numbers, and slowly backed her hips away as they said "Nothing wrong with me." The four times they did that, she thrusted her hips in four different directions, and the fourth them they said "nothing wrong with me," she reached for the middle of her blouse, and as they screamed "NOOOOOOO," she ripped it open (the blouse was also velcro) and started swinging it overhead. Now, aside from her hankerchief, panties, and bra (which was just as easy to see through as her panties were), she was completely naked! I could see her boobs, perked up by what would seem like nothing if you didn't notice her near-invisible bra (trust me, it's really cool if a woman's boobs are being held up without any visible means of support).

As the stereo started singing the chorus, "LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR! LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR! LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOOOOOOOOOOR!" She took the twisted-up blouse and started seductively rubbing it between her legs like a bath towel, and as they were screaming "Floooooooooor," she draped it over the back of my neck like a towel at the gym (I could feel her fresh pussy juices soaked into the blouse), while looking in my eyes with a stare of "yeah, you want this? You want this, bitch? Come get this, you fucking womanizing piece of shit!" The only problem was, she he me handcuffed to the wall! I COULDN'T go get me some!

As the song continued, she took the twist-tied end of her hankerchief and put it near my mouth. Taking the hint, I bit onto the end of it, and as she kneeled down so that her mouth was near my cock (that was getting sore from the killer erection), the knot (which was, apparently, a granny knot) came undone. Her mouth was now a single centimeter from the tip of my prick, and she flicked it with the tip of her nose. I couldn't take it any more, and I had premature ejactulation. I was worried, but apparently, that's what she was going for the whole time, because she backed up and allowed my semen to fall onto her entire body. I was a monster cummer -- I've filled half gallong milk jugs by jacking off before -- so every part of her body from the nose down was covered in my special Alfredo sauce!

Turning around to show me her ass, which you could literally bounce a quarter off of (I've done it before), she bent over a full ninety degrees, grabbed the strings of her thong, and straightened her back, and bent her legs, so that her watery thong was at knee level. She then fell on her ass (I think she bounced up a little) and took her panties completely off (by the way, everything she's doing, past, present, and future, is perfectly in sync with the song) and put them on her head like a seven-year-old dork wearing his underwear on his head to try and get laughs. By this time, my erection had come back full force!

She then proceeded to rip her bra open at the front (another velcro-based article of clothing), rubbed it on her pussy, and draped it around HER neck like a towel! Holy shit, this babe knew EXACTLY what she was doing!

With her pussy and boobs now clean of sperm, she proceeded to rub her boobs together, smearing the semen and getting some on her hands before she moved her right slowly toward her belly, and gave me a very stern, but seductive look. "You want me to go lower? Huh? HUH?! Show me how much you want it, before I fucking divorce you, you spineless pig!" I was so speechless at how sexy she was in her homemade wedding dress that all I could do was hyperventilate and nod.

She started with her right hand rubbing against her clit. She soon moved her left hand there (or was it her left hand to begin with? I don't remember) and began fingering herself with the index and middle fingers of one of her hands, rubbing her clit with the middle and index fingers of the other, and sticking her thumb up her own asshole! This asshole was an inch away from my dick, and she was lookup up at me with a look in her eyes that told me "Bitch, if you don't serve me some of that babymaking country gravy, I'll castrate you with a kitchen knife!"

As the song went through it's final playing of the chorus, she removed her hands from her hip section, but oh no, she wasn't done! Not so long as there was one more chorus to play! She took her freshly-opened asshole and shoved it around my johnson, and started ass-fucking ME! She reached around, underneath her legs, and started to fondle my balls. I could feel those balls starting to contract, and I shot a load so big that it could feed the homeless for a year so far into my wife's rectum, that I'm pretty sure some of it got into her large intestines! She came at the same time I did, with her fruit juices falling on the floor right before my feet, making a puddle the size of commercial spill.

As the song stopped playing, she reached around my back and opened my handcuffs. "Happy birthday, hubby!"

"Babydoll," I said in an exhausted voice, "you have no idea how much I needed that! Oh, and since we're in such a good mood, I've got something I need to tell you!"

She kissed my lips and motioned her head for the shower. "What's that?"

"I'm unemployed!"

Her smile turned upside down in a heartbeat. "WHAT?!"

"But it's okay," I said, "Steve's promised me a job over at Games-A-Lot! It'll just take a couple of days for me to go through the application process!"

Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Hey, what's that site you go to to read sexy stories?"

"Literotica," I said, wondering where she was going with this.

"Write a story about tonight, and put it on that site for me, will ya?"

THE END!

I never thought she would be the one. In fact, until she was, I would have gagged at the thought of it. We were best friends, and we took each others virginity.

It started out fifteen years ago, when we were three. I had just moved to our city and she was next door. This was still an innocent time when neighbors greeted new mover-inners, so her parents and my parents met each other, and Stephanie and I stood there, between our respective parents, in our diapers. I gave her a look, she gave me a look, and we knew without saying a word that this was a true friendship, not the stereotypical hang-out-after-school-playing-basketball friendship, but one where we would always be there for the other.

The years passed, and we only grew closer. We shared everything together (except ourselves, that is), and some people thought we were going out, but soon friends learned not to even joke about it. Me going out with Stephanie was like dating my sister. It was sick, twisted, and tabooed. We may as well each be gay, because heaven forbid we date one another.

But all that changed in the blink of an eye. We each went to the University of South Carolina (our home state), each majoring in the same thing (small business ownership). We had apartments across the hall from each other. I was sitting at my apartment watching TV when Stephanie just walked in like she owned the joint. That in and of itself didn't bother me. She did that all the time. We had an unofficial "no-knock necessary" policy on each other. What startled me this time was that she was in tears. She had cried before, as girls do, but this was a cry unlike anything I had ever heard from her. It sounded her mother had died and she just got told over the phone.

"Steph, what's wrong?" About two minutes later, she had finally calmed down, and looked at me with those brown, lion eyes, and she said "My... date... horrible!" And she exploded into another session of supersobbing (I made that word up).

Did I just hear her right? She was this miserable because of a bad date?

"Steph, how can a date-"

"YOU DON'T GET IT JACK!" She screamed, and I knew that this guy she was going on a date with was the most obnoxious, self-centered, sex-crazed asshole of a male you could ever imagine. I suddenly felt my dinner coming up, and sure enough, I puked it all over my carpet. When someone says that a friend's misfortune makes them sick, they don't mean it literally, except us.

"Oh," I said, catching my breath, and she grabs me and hugs me, like I'm the only one she trusts. I embrace her back, and after two minutes, we let go and gaze into each other's eyes. She gives a faint smile, which lets me know that my presence and friendship alone has made her feel a little better.

Then, it happened. As we were looking into each other's eyes, some supernatural force interfered. Our looks changed from the closest friendship to the most flawless, most passionate love one could ever think of. There was no questioning it. There was no "What's this strange feeling?" We knew we were destined for each other.

And as flawless as a kiss can be, our lips met, and our tongues danced in each other's mouths as I massaged her long, straight, black hair and she ran her fingers through my short, thick, brown hair. Our heads moved back and forth as we ground our lips and tongues against one another. It just got hotter and hotter by the second. We were already sweating, and we had just made out. Gives you a good indication of how much we were in love, now that I think about it.

Stephanie broke away first. I thought she was coming to her senses, but actually quite the opposite. As she stood two feet in front of me, she began to unbutton her blouse, breathing heavily as she went. As she exposed her white, lacy, silk bra, I noticed it didn't hide much. I could see her nipples, which were red and more erect than a guy in the Marines.

"Do you like this, honey?" she asked. It was the first time she had called me anything of the sort, and it was painfully obvious that she was afraid of hearing no.

"Baby," I said (calling her that felt perfectly natural), "You make Aphrodite look like a chimp!"

"Then you'd like this," she breathed, and moved her hands to the back of her bra and removed it. As her bra slid off her chest and onto the ground, I realized that the compliment I had given her about Aphrodite was an understatement. I was a very religious man, but if I had to make a choice between Heaven or her, there would be a ¾ chance that I'd pick her.

As she started to fondle her tits for me, I whisper-breathed "More, more," and she said "Show me your penis, first."

I moved my hands down to my jeans and unzipped them, exposing the front of my boxers. Then I took my pants and underwear and dropped them to my ankles and stepped out of them. My cock stood perpendicular to my body, sticking at least seven and a half inches. You could literally see the blood pumping through the veins as it throbbed like a deep, thick gash.

Stephanie stared at it for a moment and then unzipped her own pants, exposing her pink panties, which were SOAKED from her pussy juices. She dropped her pants and panties to her ankles and stepped out of them, then came to me and grabbed my t-shirt at the waist.

"Take this off," she moaned as she lifted it up over my head, "I wanna see all of my man, just like you're seeing all of your woman." We were now both completely naked.

She stepped back to admire me, and I did the same to her. She looked like her body was carved out of stone. Along with her jet-black hair, her lion-like brown eyes and lips of twenty-five carrot gold could have only come from God. Her breasts were bigger than Dolly Parton's, and twice as beautiful. Her abdominal area was flat as a pancake, leading down to her dripping, soaking pussy, and when I say dripping, I mean there was a puddle on my carpet where her sex had dropped from between her legs. I could tell from the look of passion in her eyes that she thought just as highly of me.

After what seemed like an eternity, she dropped down to the ground, on her back, split her legs and put her hands on her knees. "FUCK ME!" she screamed, "FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL! FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM! I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY! I WANT YOUR SEMEN IN MY CERVIX! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

I wasn't going to disobey my lover's desires. As I dropped to my knees and positioned my cock, jizz poured from the little hole. Then, it went in. I could tell she was a virgin because I could feel her hymen, which I learned about in health class. No matter. I pulled out about an inch, and then thrust my hips forward, right through her hymen. Stephanie gave a quick, sharp yelp of pain, but mere seconds afterward, she started squeezing her pussy against my cock, which told me that it now felt good for her, so I continued by having intercourse with my dream girl. Just like I learned in health class, in and out, in and out. Every thrust into my beloved Stephanie's hot, steamy pussy felt better than the last, and within ten seconds, I had cummed. The cum overflowed from her pussy and onto the floor. It had exhausted me so much that I fell on my back beside her.

I looked at her with nervous eyes. Had I disappointed her with my lack of stamina? But she was looking at me with the most passionate love you could ever think of, and I knew she thought no less of me than when she did at our first kiss.

She moved her head to my dick, which was still rock hard and covered in semen and my lady's juices, and she put it in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure as she looked up into my deep, dark eyes and my arousal had come back full force. Then she took her mouth off my cock and started licking the semen and pussy juices off until it was clean. Then, she took it back in her horny mouth and started bobbing her head up and down while swirling her tongue around my dick's big, red, bloated head, rubbing my balls with her hands all the while, and enjoying every second of it. It felt so good, and the fact she was enjoying it, along with the fact that it was dear Stephanie, my best friend of fifteen years, now my heavenly-inspired lover, made it that much better.

As I came a second time, she swallowed most of it, and what she didn't swallow was licked up by the same method she had used before. She then slowly moved up my body, until we were face-to-face, cock-to-pussy, nipple-to-nipple. She kissed me with the most flawless passion one could ever kiss with, and said "Are you ready for round three, my sweet Jack?"

After another kiss, I said "Baby, I've never been ready for anything more than I am now," and she sat on my cock, with my dick standing straight up, in her vagina. She sat up as I began to fondle her erect, sweaty tits, and she began riding me like a bunking bronco, squeezing her pussy muscles against my cock all the while. Within another thirty seconds, I came a third time, but she didn't stop this time. Instead, she continued to ride me until I came a fourth time. Suddenly, she started screaming in pleasure, and I knew she was having an orgasm.

She fell on her back beside me, and looked into my eyes with a look of fear. I gave her a look of assurance to let her know that I didn't care how long she lasted. What mattered was that we were together. She smiled a smile a relief.

We lay there for about ten minutes, trying to catch our breath. As we stand up, Stephanie bends over and grabs the armrest to the couch, breathing heavily. I suddenly get an idea. I walk up behind her, cup my hands on her tits, and position my cock just outside the small, pink pucker of her asshole, and insert my dick in her anus. She groans in a combination of pain and pleasure, sort of like a "hurts so good" kind of feeling, as I fuck her in the ass, going in a little farther with every rep, eventually getting to the point where my balls bang against her clit. I then cum harder than I had all night, but nothing overflowed due to how tight her asshole was, and I pull out.

Stephanie falls on the floor on her back, and I fall on top of her on my front. We gaze into each other's eyes for a few minutes, and I say "You know what this means?"

"What?" Stephanie giggles.

"Our friendship is now totally down the river."

She just looked at me, laughed, and said, "Who gives a fuck? We're happy, aren't we?"

I smile and say "Aw what the hell! We weren't that close anyway!"

We both burst into laughter.

THE END
 
OK I am not reading anything thing that David considers "erotic"

I can only imagine the horrors that lurk within that diseased brain of his. We already know he loves snuff, rape and torture porn from his open "reviews" of such filth but what he fantasizes about in the dark, closed recesses of that mould ridden brain is too much for me.

Never gaze too long in to the abyss brothers, for it gazes back.
 
New Stabby just dropped.
I was briefly confused as it was filed in the Southern District of New York and courtlistener says "42:1983 Prisoner Civil Rights" I was hopeful, but alas, it's not related to imprisonment.

Stebbins v. American Arbitration Association, Inc. (1:26-cv-00017) S.D. New York


From the 30 seconds I made it before my brain melted, apparently this is the forced arbitration company used by a couple places that fired him. One, the cellular sales place we knew about. The second is a place called "Home Helpers" which does in-home care. Apparently the customers requested a female helper.

Can you imagine asking for home help and getting Stabby...

Anyway.

ECF 1 (Complaint) as Images:
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Don't worry, it gets extra funny, maybe. Here's his emergency motion for a temporary restraining order.
ECF 3 and Exhibit as images:
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omg he's suing the Arbitration company he uses because they didn't respond fast enough for his liking when he complained about getting fired, holy shit. Never change Stabby!

We need to find these other two lawsuits he's talking about in this one. He sued both his employers for wrongful termination, discrimination and defamation.

Sounds like he got too many customer complaints so they turf'ed him.
 
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"Bobanks Holdings" intrigued me since I don't think we've heard of that before. Home health care for seniors, as scary as that might be. And discriminated against for being male. Suuure. I mean it happens. But sure.

Also the company shows up in some eye-catching searches about "Hardin" suing them. Turns out: Not our Hardin.
 
Hmm he's only demanding a measly 600k? That's out of character. No 6 gorillion dollareedoos plus punitive awards in equal amounts?

Oh, 600k is the maximum legal award. Never mind.

I wonder if Davey has a chance here, maybe one of these companies will settle for some token amount to avoid David's legal assault?

We know David records every conversation he has, just for an occasion like this. If some low level, drone manager said something stupid he might actually have a case he can win.
 
Mikoyan said:
Home health care for seniors, as scary as that might be. And discriminated against for being male.
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I know people who work in eldercare, having a fussy client is very par for the course.
Its much in the company's interest and yours to cater to their preferences, else your going to be washing old lady cooter while she tries to beat you with her cane.

You know what you do? Sit on your hands and wait for another client who is fine with a male.
You know what Stabby probably did? Immediately imagined the untold riches of a stupid discrimination suit, revealed his hand and the company booted him out the door before he could even say the word "complaint".
 
Sneed Force One said:
I know people who work in eldercare, having a fussy client is very par for the course.
Its much in the company's interest and yours to cater to their preferences, else your going to be washing old lady cooter while she tries to beat you with her cane.

You know what you do? Sit on your hands and wait for another client who is fine with a male.
You know what Stabby probably did? Immediately imagined the untold riches of a stupid discrimination suit, revealed his hand and the company booted him out the door before he could even say the word "complaint".
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Smart caregivers, particularly male ones, request same-sex clients anyway. There's always a chance that a dementia-ridden old kitty will relate her rape fantasies to Adult Protective Services or an Ombudsman, and even if they don't believe her, they're still required to investigate the allegations as if they really happened. An independent contractor might get suspended during the investigation, even if the allegations are clearly demented.

A friend of mine who specializes in errands-only caregiving had to throw an old woman out of his car. Her time was up, she had 10 more places that she wanted to go, so she threatened to accuse him of sexually assaulting her if he didn't take her where she wanted to go. Fortunately his dash cam caught the whole incident, so he didn't even get suspended. He drove her home, kicked her out, and refused to take women passengers after that.
 
DavidS877 said:
Don't worry, it gets extra funny, maybe. Here's his emergency motion for a temporary restraining order.
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I don't even need to read past the first page to say this is a total nonstarter and Stabby is buttfuck retarded. The case law on arbitration is blindingly clear. He's actually trying to sue the arbitration agency itself. :really:
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I wonder if Davey has a chance here, maybe one of these companies will settle for some token amount to avoid David's legal assault?
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They don't have to. This shit goes to arbitration, period, and then dumbfuck turkeyboy has to pay up front even to get that. And the dumb, ignorant bastard is trying to sue the American Arbitration Association. They may be inclined actually to make an example out of him.
 
Dumbledore's Onlyfans said:
Smart caregivers, particularly male ones, request same-sex clients anyway
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This was my thinking. It's clearly a desperate lawsuit (aren't they all from him..) to fiddle money that won't work, like we're talking about elderly people, choosing gender is the the nice option, usually they're bitching about skin color or something else and usually those companies just do as they say. I imagine some black caregiver has tried suing with very little in the way of success.
I wouldn't be shocked if he's trying to set a precedent so he can portray himself as the "Unsung hero of all those caregivers who do so much for people and get so little" by doing this, fuck man if he was trans he might actually get somewhere (Well, if he was in Washington at least)
 
Has he ever interacted with anyone, literally anybody that he didn't sue?

Get fired for combing through customer nudes instead of fixing their phone? Sue.
Get fired for chimping out and baselessly threatening to sue an employer for discrimination? Sue.
Don't get a priority bump to the front of the line and arbitrate in less than two weeks? Sue.
Now I can't ever be held to any arbitration clause and can sue anyone forever. Including the 2 already pending cases.

Never change you fucking lunatic.
 
FatMan said:
Has he ever interacted with anyone, literally anybody that he didn't sue?

Get fired for combing through customer nudes instead of fixing their phone? Sue.
Get fired for chimping out and baselessly threatening to sue an employer for discrimination? Sue.
Don't get a priority bump to the front of the line and arbitrate in less than two weeks? Sue.
Now I can't ever be held to any arbitration clause and can sue anyone forever. Including the 2 already pending cases.

Never change you fucking lunatic.
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Dave is 100% unable to get along with anyone. And I mean ANYONE. It's jaw dropping impressive how aggressively anti-social he is. I've been a lolcow watcher for decades but never have I come across a soul such as Acerthorn's.

He's never had a lover, a friend, a acquaintance to exchange small talk with or even someone he talks to occasionally online. He is 100% assburgers 100% of the time. Online, offline it doesn't matter he's just a plain old SOB to everyone he meets.

It's quiet amazing, I've never seen such a pure example of a pure asshole. Even the worst people I know have some, no matter how small, redeeming qualities but not old Acer. He's 100% pure unadulterated asshole.

Even his own parents can't stand him. I mean....Christ that's a whole new level of being an asshole.

If you think about it it's rather remarkable that Davis still exists. Just imagine being that alone all the time. Surrounded by the mass of humanity but being 100% unable to partake in it.

I know David's tried to off himself more then once but I think he's settled on making everyone around him as miserable as he is as his way of dealing with his mental issues....you know rather then taking his meds, attending therapy and trying to do better.

But hey, trying to do better is hard. It's just much easier to wallow in the pit he's made and blame the world for his life. I think the saddest thing is that David believes money will cure all his problems, trust me David being rich won't change a thing about your life except you'll have a much nicer place to be a grumpy asshole in.
 
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