Catie Beth Cuckress
Copyright© 2026 by Daphne Parish
Chapter 2: Telling Stories
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Telling Stories - Catie Beth Huck developed earlier than other young women, but that didn't help her naivety in life. With only her family and one good friend, Catie Beth develops her special skills to become popular and fit into any situation...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Uncle BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation White Female Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts Hairy
The camping trip was behind her and Catie Beth was anxious to call her friend, Eliza, as soon as they pulled in the driveway. The laborious duties of unloading the camper and all the supplies were not on Catie’s list of fun adventures. She helped with the unloading and storing of all the camping gear, but her mind was focused on sucking dick and her new favorite thing, “rimming”. Her Uncle Dylan had introduced her to this new sex activity, seemingly out of nowhere, and she was anxious to explain it all to Eliza. As soon as she was finished with unpacking, Catie sent a text to Eliza.
“I’m back ... finally ... can’t wait to tell everything. When can we hang out?” Catie couldn’t wait to get a reply. She was wet down below and for the first time she began diddling herself as she waited. She barely got her finger wet when Eliza texted back.
“I’m here ... cum over now ... missing your tongue ... lol”
Catie dug two fingers into her saturated pussy. She quickly replied, “Lemme check ... should be cool ... but I have a request...”
“Maybe ... depends on what it is ... you know mommy has needs...”
“Yes mommy ... I just wanna use my script ... promise it’s good ... frfr”
Eliza read the reply and smiled. So Catie Beth had written a script. That little slut puppy. That made her wetter than she already was. She thought for a minute about her reply. She didn’t want to be left hanging with no orgasm. She’d just spent the last two days edging and she was overdue for some relief.
“Idk ... I had something planned...”
Eliza always played hard to get with Catie Beth. It was the most fun to make her beg, and she always had a camera ready to capture the moment.
“This script uses Garth ... you can suck it if you want? Please?” Catie pleaded.
“Okey subby, but if you don’t cum through, you have 2 hours of face... 2 HOURS ... GOT IT?”
“Yes mommy. I got you. If you don’t like my script you can ride my face for 2 hours ... np ... see you in an hour...”
“WITH MY SPECIAL DILDO ... RIGHT?”
“Yes Mommy. With the dildo mask, AND I will diddle you all you want!!!”
Eliza read Catie’s text and wondered what she was up to. This was something new. Something was different about Catie. Something happened on their camping trip, Eliza knew it. She typed out her reply and laid back on her bed with her fingers between her legs watching her phone.
“Hurry!!! Mommy NEEDS!!!”
Elizabeth Perrin, Catie Beth’s friend, was a peculiar girl. She went by Eliza and her sole focus was proving to the world that she was a lesbian. The quandary was, she loved sucking dicks. She reasoned within herself that it wasn’t necessary for the dick she was sucking to be attached to a guy, or even a tranny. She just loved to suck dicks of all shapes and sizes, whether they were attached or not. Her other secret fantasy was being humiliated, especially by mean boys. She practiced humiliating Catie Beth because she knew Catie would never retaliate, plus Catie could never retaliate no matter what position she was in. It started when she was younger, her parents would humiliate her at any opportunity and eventually this would lead to her fantasizing about guys teasing her.
She was not unusual looking or prone to changing her hair color or other cosmetic appearances. Eliza was adopted, which was why her 4’ 4” tall stature wasn’t particularly odd. Her parents were black and very tall, and Eliza was exactly the opposite, but with a shapely figure. Some would say she had a bubble butt and big tits, but her measurements were 36 x 26 x 36, and she had thick thighs. Catie was very familiar with her thighs. It wasn’t that she minded Eliza’s looks or size, but they had a mostly platonic relationship except on the weekends. Catie would often stay overnight with Eliza and since Eliza’s room was the basement of her parent’s house, they were afforded a lot of privacy.
Eliza had created “The Script Game”, which turned into the start of their weekend. She would write a script during the week and the two would act out the scene as soon as Catie arrived. Since school was out and both girls had graduated, they had even more “playtime” than usual.
Catie Beth quickly created the script with her voice to text app and packed her bag. She found her favorite swimsuit for the pool, but they usually swam after dark and Eliza made Catie swim without a suit. As she packed the suit, she thought about her uncle pushing her into the lake and then stripping her down while she was in the water. Such a feeling of freedom swimming naked in the lake, but also terrifying because they could’ve easily gotten caught. Uncle Dylan was such a quick thinker. Just hanging out with him made her feel smarter. She couldn’t wait for the next camping trip.
She rode her bike to Eliza’s and knocked on her door 30 minutes later. Eliza’s mom, Eleanor, answered the door wearing her apron and some shorts and a sports bra. She was very tall with very dark skintone and medium sized breasts, plus a very large ass, not that Catie noticed. She was always the picture perfect mom with her nails painted, makeup applied perfectly - not overdone or under, but always just the right amount. Her hair was long and usually in a ponytail, and her outfits always accentuated her body. Her dad was a very tall, athletic black man who owned his business and was prone to buying out failing businesses of the same nature. Eliza was adopted at birth and Catie was always jealous that her parents cared so much for her and she seemed to take her life for granted.
“Well hey Catie Beth, how was your trip?” Her mom always had a smile and she made Catie feel welcomed no matter what was going on.
“It was a lot of fun. I learned all kinds of things up there. I feel like I’ve grown since last Friday,” Catie answered honestly.
“Well you look like you’ve grown a couple of inches anyway,” Eleanor replied. “Your tee shirt looks amazing on you. Very nice. Very nice indeed.”
“Thanks Mrs. P, I really need a new favorite. This one almost doesn’t fit. You know, the under boob thing.” Catie said and instantly regretted it. She’d never said anything out loud like that before. Where did that come from and why was Eliza’s mom staring at her boobs?
“Well if I had boobs like yours I’d make sure everyone noticed them! Keep up the good work. Eliza’s downstairs. I’ll bring some dinner down in a bit. You go unpack.”
Eliza’s mom was so cool. She was so supportive and she took good care of Eliza and her dad. Catie always felt like Eliza didn’t know what she had. Of course she would never say anything.
“Ok, let’s see your script.” Eliza met Catie at the top of the stairs and handed her “Garth”, their 6” dildo that was attached to a belt. The girls would take turns wearing it while one would humiliate the other and make her suck it.
“Wait, first do you wanna hear what happened or do you wanna do the script?” Catie asked.
“Whichever one makes me cum quicker! That’s what I want. If you tell me a story, I wanna be Jilling myself while you talk. Or maybe I should just make you lick me now?”
“You pick, I can’t decide.” Catie pleaded. She was never good with spur of the moment decision-making, especially with sex. Her experience was limited and trying to decide this was too much.
“Downstairs and on your back naked. NOW!” Eliza demanded.
This was not going the way Catie had hoped. She had it all planned out. Eliza would be her Uncle Dylan and they would replay the scene in the van. Now she would have to give Eliza whatever she wanted first and then maybe she would be in the mood for the script, or maybe she would fall asleep like she normally did.
She trudged down the stairs and tossed her bag in the corner and stripped. Eliza stripped and produced a bag and dangled it over Catie’s face as she lay on the floor.
“Guess what came in the mail while you were gone?” Eliza asked, teasing her captive.
“I don’t know Mistress. What came in the mail while I was camping,” Catie said, clearly bitter about the way things were going. She added, “and getting my mouth pounded by my uncle...”
“Wait, what? You didn’t tell me that! What happened? Tell me everything. Tell me while I put these on you!” Eliza dangled a brand new pair of Clover Clamps briefly before attaching them to Catie’s hardened nipples. “And before you start, I also got this.” Eliza pulled a thin chain out of the bag along with an unusually small dildo.
“What are those for, Mistress?” Catie asked, eyes wide with anticipation. She did love surprises, but these seemed nefarious at best from what she could tell.
“Well, the chain attaches to the clamps so that whenever I’m riding your face and you aren’t giving me enough of whatever I need, I can just pull up on the chain and you’ll know instantly that you need to do better. It’s called ‘positive reinforcement’. It’s also known as “motivational support”. My dad says he uses it at work all the time when people aren’t doing their jobs.”
“Wait, so your dad uses nipple clamps on his employees?”
“No stupid! He uses the idea of positive reinforcement. They do it differently, like threatening to fire them, although that kinda sounds negative? I can’t remember, anyhow, you’re going to use this little vibrating dildo on me while you tell me about your uncle. When I ride your face, it goes in my ass. Got it?”
“Yes Mistress. I understand.”
“Good. Now, tell me everything. Every detail.”
“Ok, so we went to find wood for the fire,” Catie began.
“Wait, who’s we? You and the uncle? Was this at camp already? And this will be your only warning, you know how I like my puss worked. Slow and easy at first, then build up. Right now you’re just going one speed. Do it right or your nips will definitely suffer. These aren’t like normal clamps.” Eliza had purchased special clamps that when pulled, they dug deeper into the nipple. She felt that Catie’s nipples had become desensitized and she needed to be motivated.
“Yes Mistress. I will do better. So my Uncle Dylan, on my mom’s side, went with me to get wood for a fire, or whatever. He took me to this lake and, oh, I almost forgot. I was wearing my cut-offs from last year? The ones that make my butt hang out?”