The hood was ripped off Casey’s head and her eyes began to adjust to the light. She couldn’t believe what she saw. 

She tested her restraints quietly, but found there was no way out of the tight ankle and wrist cuffs keeping her limbs behind her as she kneeled on the carpet. 

The room smelled like old pizza and body odor. She looked up right as a large leather collar was being padlocked on her. 

There he was….her new owner...Greg.

When Casey had begun her life as a slave, she always pictured herself laying in bed with a hunky man or two as they took turns using her body for their pleasure. She dreamed of having nothing to worry about in life, just constant pleasure from the man of her dreams.

Unfortunately, she was not about to experience that. 

Greg was not some hot young jock, he was quite the opposite actually. Greg was 38 and worked from home in a boring IT job. He enjoyed gaming, watching tv, take-out food, and masturbating.

He didn’t leave the house much, and wasn’t great with women. Greg was certainly overweight. He’d spent time on the couch eating his feelings and had developed quite the gut as a result. Plus, his hair beginning to gray wasn’t helping his age. 

Eventually, he’d realized he was better off to purchase a slave as a way of sexual relief than continue the slow path of dating apps.

Greg stood in front of Casey wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. His stomach sticking out and down in front of her as the lock clicked shut. 

She wanted to cry at the sight. Not only was he nothing like who she’d pictured serving, but she knew that she would be here a long time before he grew tired of her. His large pale body towered over her.

Casey was quite the opposite of Greg. She was 24, in slim good shape, and had a subtle ass and breasts, fetching quite the decent price. Greg had saved up a while to purchase her, and he was eager to begin getting his money’s worth. 

Without warning Greg dropped his shorts. His cock sprang up, clearly excited to see her. It was only about 5 inches tops, but rock hard. 

Greg quickly grabbed the back of her pony tail and pulled her forward, she knew what she had to do. Casey had no choice as she leaned in, smelling the genitals of a man who clearly hadn’t showered in a couple days. 

“You know what to do cunt,” Greg told her. 

Casey opened her mouth and began to take in Greg’s cock. At first she was hesitant, but a hand on the back of her head quickly changed that. 

She could taste days of sweat and grime as he pumped against the back of her throat. Casey had been trained with larger cocks than this, so the size wasn’t an issue, however the taste and his body were. 

Casey continued, as his stomach slammed against her head with every thrust. Casey felt so humiliated sucking this older fat man’s dirty cock, but she had no choice or he’d surely find a way to make her regret it.

After a couple minutes of pumping his shaft into her, Casey felt him tighten his grip, as he pulled her in against him. She couldn’t breathe with his cock down her throat and her nose between his pubes and stomach.

She waited as he flooded her with his cum, just as sour as she expected. Casey swallowed every drop, careful not to miss any as he slowly let her release for air. 

Casey leaned back, covered in a combination of sweat and saliva on the outside, and cum on the inside. 

She waited for instruction as Greg stepped over to the couch and sat down with relief. He was worn out, after all, he couldn’t even recall the last time he got a blowjob.

Casey kneeled there exposed, left with nothing but the lingering taste of Greg in her mouth. She wanted to be untied and relax too, but she knew that wasn’t in the cards.

Suddenly, the tv clicked on as Greg settled in. He looked at Casey, feeling broken and disgusted.

“Just relax cunt,” Greg said, “I’ll give you some more in just a bit.”