My first official act as her mentor/manager was to make her clean up the mess she had just dribbled all over my carpet. I couldn't reist spanking that big ass as she leaned over and sucked up all that mess plus the last two months of accumulated dirt and whatever from the well worn floor covering. Once I had her big ass covered with prints of my palm, it only seemed reasonable to nail that brown eye that was now winking at me from between those crimson cheeks. She grunted as I worked my well-lubed hard dick into her asshole, but kept on sucking up and swallowing everything she could get from the filthy carpeting.

Peggy had a nice tight asshole, a pleasant surprise. It fitted me like a glove and I enjoyed exploring every inch of her anal cavity, moving my rod from side to side and seeing how deep I could thrust. I let her grunts and sighs guide me on my exploration of her dark passage way. It didn't take long for that hot suctioning tube to get me off, and I flooded her bowels with the first of what might ultimately total hundreds of loads of hot cum, if all went as I planned.

I reached around, taking those big soft tit cushions in my hands and began jerking and squeezing them as hard as I could while she kept cleaning up the mess and my cum bubbled from her gaping asshole. "Having a good time?" I asked, yanking on those knockers until she gasped in pain. She whimpered and I rewarded her with a vicious slap across her ass, as I asked, "What kind of an answer is that, you dumb cunt! You just earned another gig. Now get finished with that little clean up and get busy on removing all the shit and other stuff that dirty ass of yours got all over my cock."

A short time later I was stretched out on the couch watching my dick disappear and reappear from her mouth as she licked and smooched every inch of my shit stained poker. I reached down and tousled her hair, like she was some kind of pet. "When you're done getting me nice and clean I want you to give me all the gory details about how you lost your cherry. I don't want you to skip over any of the good parts either. If I think you're making stuff up or letting stuff slide it's another gig for you."

To make things more interesting and entertaining I made her squat beside me and play with her shaved cunt as she told me her sad story. I told her that if she came before her story was over she'd get another gig. On the other hand if she didn't cum, then she'd get two gigs. I could see the wheels turning in her tiny mind as she tried to figure that one out. Peggy, or piggy, took a deep breath and began her tale of domination and degradation.

According to Peggy, at sixteen she was pretty hot and had plenty of guys trying to get into her pants, but managed to vend them off. Her real father had split a year previously and mom had a series of live-in boyfriends who kept her busy in the bedroom. Then Louis arrived and ruled the roost for amost a year. At first he ignored her, concentrating of keeping mom very well screwed, just like the others. With the passage of time it became very apparent that his hold over her mom was a lot stronger than any of the others. Then he started to branch out and homed in on her.

At first she was sort of flattered to get some attention. All the others had seemed to have one track minds that ended in her mom's hot cunt; this one was a bit different. She started flirting with him, walking around in her underwear to give him a good look at her budding breasts and flat stomach, not to mention her great ass. She knew it was great because the boys at school were always patting and grabbing it.

Then one evening Louis and her mom came home very late and started fooling around out in the living room. Peggy awoke and walked in on them. Louis was pounding mom with his large cock, the biggest she'd ever seen. Instead of being embarrassed, he gave her a big grin and went back to nailing mom good. Peggy returned to her room and masturbated until she fell asleep. That night she dreamt that it was she that Louis was nailing on the couch. When she woke up there was a wet spot on the sheet where her cunt cream had collected as it oozed out during the night.

I had to hand it to piggy, she told a pretty hot story. My dick was getting hard and she couldn't keep her eyes off it. I told her to mind her business and keep talking or I'd belt her a good one. She went back to her story.

Nothing happened for about a week, although Peggy went out of her way to display her tight teen body in a variety of revealing outfits that culminated in her modeling a new bikini bathing suit for him. That night he and her mom went out and didn't get back to early in the morning. She was sound asleep when she was awakened by his hand on her pussy, rubbing it through her panties. He had already hiked up her pajama top.

She tried to get up, but he held her down and whispered that her mom was out like a light and he had come to fuck her. He told her he was tired of her teasing and it was time to put out or he'd let her mom know what she was up to. Before Peggy could make up her mind he was on her and she got it good, not once, but twice before he finally rolled off telling her she was a pretty good fuck and he wanted more of her pussy as soon as the coast was clear. She was sore, frightened and at the same time turned on by the fact that he thought she was a pretty good fuck. She had been a virgin before he did her.

Piggy was really going to town on her dripping twat. I could smell the pussy juice from here. I stroked my cock to make it good and hard and debated whether to fuck her ass again, have her blow me or listen to more of her story. I compromised and let her continue her story while I fucked her in the ass once more. She had a nice asshole; it seemed to be a perfect fit for my cock. That was a very good sign since I was planning on fucking her in the ass all day tomorrow, except when I was giving her chubby body a good going over with my strap, paddle and anything else that might do the job of making her understand that I was the man in charge of her sorry ass until she either shaped up or I got rid of her.

Peggy and Louis managed to get together about two or three times a week and it was great! He put the wood to her with a lot of enthusiasm, told her she was a real hot chick and taught her how to give him a good blowjob. Then he took her anal cherry as well one weekend when her mom was out of town visiting a friend. She didn't enjoy being fucked in the ass for some time, but since he liked doing her that way, she finally learned how to handle that kind of action. From then on he used her asshole most of the time since it was safer as far as keeping her from getting knocked up and he liked the way it wrapped itself around his big dick.

I could believe piggy's comment based on how her shit chute was handling my hunk of fuck meat. This stupid cunt had a great fucking asshole! That was something special, and she was too dumb to appreciate it. Visions of her becoming more than just a grade B porn star began to percolate in my active imagination. I knew a guy who knew a guy who was making amateur porn and even at her current weight she would probably do alright in his stuff. Let's face it, the number of amateurs who do anal regularly are few and far between. Combine her anal talent with those big floppy tits and she had the potential to become fairly big in the amateur market. This would lead to bigger and better things once I whittled about twenty-five pounds off her.

Peggy continued with her tale of betrayal. Mom got wise to the fact that Louis was laying pipe somewhere else and she got suspicious that the somewhere else was in the same apartment as she was. One afternoon she caught them in the act, walking in on them while he was buried to the hilt in her asshole. He split the next day and mom proceeded to beat the hell out of her little home wrecker. She had no place to go, so Peggy had to stay and take whatever mom dished out, and it was plentiful, very nasty and lasted for a couple of months.

The girl had bruises on her ass and tits for those couple of months; her mom kept them fresh by regular beatings that took place at least once a week. At home Peggy was not allowed to wear clothing, another little punishment dreamed up by her totally pissed off mother. Mom also started to force her daughter to masturbate every couple of days, making the argument that the girl was so oversexed that she needed to relieve her urges, and this was a much better way to do it than go out and have sex with some guy who might get her pregnant.

If I hadn't been so distracted by the way piggy's asshole was massaging my imprisoned cock, I would have realized sooner that she was not giving me the whole story. However it wasn't until I dropped my load deep inside her shitter that it dawned on me that I was being conned by this dumb cunt.

I had a hunch that there was more to this than I was getting. It didn't play right; mom evidently could get all the cock she needed. So why didn't she just kick piggy out and bring in another stud to scratch her itches. Why waste all this time disciplining the kid? Then there was the masturbation thing, that was too strange to believe.

Then it hit me; maybe mom was making piggy go down on her! That would kill two birds with one stone; piggy would be humiliated beyond belief and mom would have someone to relieve her sexual tensions until she got over what had happened between piggy and Louis. I let piggy ramble on for another minute or so before I confronted her with my theory.

By the time I got around to playing some games with her, she was once more in the squatting position, thighs spread to show her fat-lipped, shaved cunt, hands behind her neck and her ass cheeks tightly clenched to avoid getting any of the soupy mess that filled her rectum onto my carpet.

"Let's see, so far you have two gigs, and at the rate you're going it will soon be four, especially now that you can't play with that nasty gash between your legs anymore. Now you are feeding me a line of bullshit about how your mom made you play with your pussy. I don't believe a word of it! So now you're up to three gigs and counting. Now I want to hear the truth, all of it! I'm going to count to ten and if you don't start telling me what really happened between you and dear old mom it's a gig every ten seconds until you have a grand total of ten. At that point you and I are parting company for good. Make up you're mind; what is it going to be?"

Piggy made a pathetic sight, her eyes blinking uncontrollably as her dim bulb of a brain tried to figure a way out of the trouble her mouth had gotten her into. The way her breathing pattern had changed told me I was right about things. I announced she had just gotten another gig, number four. She was literally sweating as she struggled to come up with an answer for me. I announced gig five and her face got red with embarrassment. I knew the dam was about to break, and I could hardly wait to make the most of it. Right after I said "six and counting" she started to blubber. I reached over and gave her a backhand across her teary face. "It's now or never, tell me about how you and mom made it with each other, and don't skip any of the good stuff." It was then that she puked all over my fucking carpet!