Breasts, Bribes, and Body-cams

By Matt Nicholson and Norma Jeanne

The first words out of Natalie’s mouth when the red and blue lights come on behind her aren’t at all polite. But by the time the handsome cop makes it to her window, cursing is the last thing she wants to do. After a couple minutes giving him eyefuls of bulging cleavage and flashes of rock hard nipple, they come to an agreement that lets her skate away from a ticket in exchange for the chance for something a lot more fun.

A few hours later, Natalie arrives at his place for what she expects will be an entertaining one-night stand and a couple of tickets forgotten. But what she expects and what he has planned for her and her bulging breasts are two completely different things. Once she is helplessly in his clutches and her breasts and body begin to feel his wonderfully sadistic touch, she learns his plans are far more long-term and a whole lot more wickedly depraved.

(This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Nov 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463123225

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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Breasts, Bribes, and Body-cams

By Matt Nicholson and Norma Jeanne

Breasts, Bribes, and Body-cams

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Cover image courtesy of blackfoxbound.net

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Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work of fiction contains graphic language and descriptions of consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  The actions depicted are sometimes extreme, and often have a heavy focus on breasts.  This work is meant for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  As a work of fiction, all acts depicted are intended to be fantasy. Neither the author, publisher, nor its associates bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from any attempt to translate said acts to actual settings. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are written as being eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Shit! Damn it to hell!

Natalie kept spitting curse words while watching the black and white car with the flashing blue and red lights in her rear-view mirror. When it was obvious her candy apple red Miata was what the cop was after, she pulled to the right side of the road. As long as she was cussing, she added a few at herself for her own stupidity for speeding. Then she cursed the cop because he was most likely actually stopping her for being a big-titted redhead in a candy-apple red Miata. There was never a cop on this stretch of the road, and there was no reason for there to be one now.

She rolled the window down as he approached.

Evening, ma’am. Officer Avery with the Giddings Police Department. Speed limit’s 60. You were going 72. Is everything okay?

She tried to crane around to see him better, but the way he stood back of her door against the car made it hard. The side view mirror gave her a great view...of his torso. Everything’s fine, officer. I’m sorry, I just didn’t realize it. Even though she did.

I understand, ma’am. I need to see your driver’s license and insurance, please.

She pawed through all the junk in the glove compartment looking for her insurance card. She finally found it and handed it to him, and then she opened her purse and dug through it for her license. Her mind fumbled through excuses like her hands fumbled through her purse.

With a frown, she pulled out the card. As she handed it to him, she realized he had come up beside the door, and he wasn’t being shy about staring down her blouse. Even with his eyes hidden behind his tinted sunglasses, it was obvious.

She started to bring a hand up to block his view, but his nearness had also given her a better look at him. She couldn’t help but like what she saw. If he wanted to stare at her tits, she wasn’t going to give up the only advantage she seemed to have. Instead, she glanced down to get an idea of what exactly he saw. Even from her angle, it was an eyeful of bulging cleavage and a flash of areolas pulling tighter from excitement before her eyes.

He tipped the glasses down as his hand and her license moved between his face and the view. Did you know your license is expired, ma’am?

She had known that, too. I’m sorry. I’ll get it fixed today. Knowing he would see through any excuse she gave him, she looked up into his brown eyes. They were beautiful. Actually, he was beautiful, if you could call a man that. He stood about six foot, three inches tall. She guessed he was somewhere around two-hundred to two-ten. Unlike most cops who seemed to prefer being close-cropped or bald, he had gorgeous, dark, wavy hair. His biceps stretched his blue shirt’s short sleeves, and there was no doubt he was just as buff under the rest of his tailored uniform.

She leaned forward just a little, enough to let him get a an even better view of cleavage framed by the vee of her low-cut blouse and even more dark contour of her