A have an insatiable minion rape fetish. It is my ultimate fantasy to be gagged, tied up, and brutally assfucked by Kevin the Minion. I have accrued tens of thousands in debt attempting to fill this void with sexual "toys," including several custom dildos and a modified Kevin-shaped plush doll with a twelve-inch yellow strap-on. The wife and I are separated, and I have accepted the fact that I will never see my kids again. The only thing keeping Karen from divorcing me is the fear that she might be the final push into a deep, inescapable abyss, at the bottom of which lies my death. The truth is, I died nine years ago on the night I met the love of my life. I came home from the premiere of Despicable Me rock hard, collapsing in the shower and sobbing at the realization that Kevin the Minion would never, could never pin me down with his perfectly smooth body and stubby arms, penetrate me with his incredible yellow girth, and empty his huge, aching balls deep inside my tummy. I sat there all night, sometimes weeping, sometimes ramming my flaccid dick into the shower drain in frustration. It has been nine years since that night. I have nothing now. I have accepted that. My apartment is a squalid den of inescapable despair, filled with jizz-stained Kevin the Minion dolls and tormented notes etched onto lewd posters of Kevin the Minion. My only friends are the roaches. My God, I am going to die here. Banana.
Get up and sit on my face. Right now baby.” He ordered. Your legs were extremely shaking because of how sensitive you were but you did as he said. You watched him lay on the bed and immediately straddled his face. “Oh fuck~” he whispered to himself before you finally lowered your pussy on to his face. He went wild. His tongue felt so extravagant to the point where you subconsciously started bouncing on his face. He didn’t complain. He grabbed your ass and spanked you because every time you got spanked you would go deeper on his tongue. His tongue was fucking magical. Swirling around your walls, exploring every curve and examining every detail. If that wasn’t enough he grabbed your thighs making you stay on his face. You grabbed his hair and came on his face while moaning out of complete bliss. “A-Ahh~ D-Daddy!~” You screamed. Little did you know that calling that sexy milk dud ‘daddy’ would have been the biggest mistake of tonight. You could feel the smirk on his lips on your pussy as he released his mouth off of you. “You taste wonderful Y/N~ but calling me daddy? I could get used to that~ if you call me anything else I will spank you 5 times on each cheek. Got it?” “Y-Yes Daddy..!” “Now what your about to do is unzip my pants with your mouth and suck my cock.” You immediately got off of his face, got off your bed and went on your knees. He got in front of you and started stroking your hair. “Youre a little whore aren’t you?” He laughed. You nodded because he was right. You were a whore. But what mattered to you was that you were His Whore. You unzipped his pants with your mouth and he pulled them off. You could see his cock almost ripping out of his underwear. You were in awe. How the fuck did Steve Harvey pack this much? You didn’t understand it. You didn’t want to understand. You just knew you wanted to taste it. You wanted to taste him. All of him. He saw how hungry you were for his cock so he took of his underwear. “Open your mouth.” You did as you were told. He put his fingers down your throat to see how many you could take. You didn’t have a gag reflex so it wasn’t a problem at all. You started licking his fingers and sucking on them. He pulled out and started rubbing His Spit covered fingers all over his cock. “You have been such a good girl for me Y/N. Now it’s time to give you want you want.”
