The Exterminator and the Butler (Bob Duncan x Bertram Winkle)

Chapter 3

"Bend over, you little roach," he demands and I do as he says.
Bob takes out a fly swatter and slaps my plump ass with it a few times before he plunged his dick into the void of my asshole. He puts his hand over my mouth to muffle the moans of pleasure I can't help but let out.
Bob leans down to my ear as he pumps his enormous cock in and out of me and whispers, "Do you like this, you dirty little termite?"
Once he takes his hand off my mouth, I whimper and say, "Y-yes, B-big Daddy."
"That's not my name," he says as he slaps my ass again with the fly swatter. "Call me Bug Master."
"Y-yes, B-bug M-master."
Bob is the light to my moth, the honey to my bee, the food crumbs to my ant. Nothing in the world could give me the pleasure this sex god exterminator is giving me right now. He destroys my anal like he destroys termite nests.  Bob puts his hand around my mouth as my moans become louder as I near my climax.
"Come on, my little ant, finish for your Bug Master," he whispers.
Sweat drips from my forehead as I finish with once last scream of pleasure and one last powerful thrust from Bob. He flips me around and pushes me onto my knees. This is the moment I've been waiting for, the moment to taste his delicious cock. I eagerly shove all of his monstrous penis down my throat and pump it in and out as Bob groans. He quickly finishes and releases his cum into my mouth and I lick up and swallow every last drop of it. I was right, it did taste like shrimp fried rice. Bob pulls to up from my knees and leans me down on the bed with him.
We cuddle as he whispers into my ear, "You did wonderful, my little roach. Bug Master is proud of you."
I giggle softly to myself with pride as I lay in the arms of my sexy exterminator.