The Brass Bed

Brass beds are a nightmare to keep clean. Unless you use your imagination. A story.

“What the hell is this?”

Jane ignored the horror in my voice. “It’s a bed. It’s brilliant isn’t it?” She was going to try and win me over with enthusiasm.

“It’s interesting,” I conceded. “I’ve certainly never seen one like it. Where did you find this… thing?” It looked like something out of Frankenstein’s laboratory.

Jane avoided eye contact. “Well, we needed a bed for the spare room didn’t we? And now we’ve got one.”

“OK. But where did you get it?” I wasn’t going to let her off that easily. “It looks like something you’d buy from a scrap metal merchant. I hope it wasn’t expensive?”

She turned to me and looked a bit guilty. “It was free actually. I was walking to the station and I saw it sticking out of a skip on Church Street. I went and got Rachel, and she helped me drag it out and carry it home.”

“Bloody hell Jane. It came out of a skip? I’m not surprised though, look at it. When was the last time you had a tetanus jab?”

“Ha fucking ha. I think it’s brilliant, it looks so… gothic. Or like something out of a fairy tale.”

“It looks dangerous.”

“Well, get used to it, it’s staying.” She crossed her arms in emphasis. “It took us ages to get it back here and carry it upstairs. And I’ve spent all afternoon cleaning and polishing it.”

“I’m not surprised. You know what brass is like Jane? It’s a nightmare to keep clean, and there’s so much of it, you’ll be polishing this thing all the bloody time. You know there’s a reason brass beds aren’t too popular anymore?”

She hooked an arm through mine and leant against me, her voice dropping lower, “you don’t think it’s sexy?”

“What?”

She cuddled closer. “All those bars and railings and polished nobs? There’s so many different ways you could tie me to it.”

I put my head on one side and looked at it in a new light. It was a monster of a frame, and each bar and shiny knob was unique, no two were alike. It looked like it had been cobbled together from bits and pieces of hundreds of other beds. It was terrifically ugly, but… “you do have a point.”

“I knew you’d like it.”

“I wouldn’t go that far…”

Jane cut me off. “I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.” She kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear. “You could tie my arms and legs to each corner and do whatever you wanted to me. I can’t wait to christen it.”

I shrugged in agreement. “It’ll have to wait until we get a mattress though.”

“Yeah, shame. I’ve been staring at this bed all-day and thinking about all the possibilities. All those rounded knobs and curves, the smell of the metal and the polish, it’s so… raw.”

I hugged her. “You’re mad, you know that right?”

“So we can we keep it?”

“Yeah, go on then. If you like it so much.”

Jane bounced in excitement then hugged me to her again. She craned up and kissed me. I thought it’d be a quick peck on the lips to show me how grateful and happy she was, but then she pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I was surprised for a second, but kissed her back and Jane moaned faintly as I pulled her into me. I guess the bed really did have an effect on her.

Jane’s hands slipped under my jumper and ran over my stomach and chest. Her moaning noises grew louder and more insistent as we kissed. She pulled back from me and pulled her t-shirt off over her head, then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, knowing exactly what she was doing.

As Jane pulled me to her and started kissing me again I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I cupped her breasts and started massaging them, loving the noises she made when I ran my thumbs over her nipples. And then Jane was pulling at my jeans, trying to get my belt buckle open.

“Fuck Jane, easy…” I helped her with my buckle. “I’m liking this bed more and more by the second.”

“Just shut up and get your clothes off.” Jane kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her jeans. She pushed them down along with her knickers without any ceremony. She pulled my jumper off over my head as I pushed my own trousers and underwear down to the floor.

Jane practically jumped onto me. She pressed her lips against mine and grabbed my cock with both hands, then pulled at it eagerly as she made those groaning noises that turned me on so much.

She shivered as I ran a hand down her stomach, and pressed her hips towards me as I pushed the hand between her legs. I parted her lips and found she was soaking already. She sighed as I ran a fingertip along her wet slit and pressed herself onto my hand, rubbing her clit against my fingers to show me what she wanted.

I’d not seen Jane this horny so quickly since we’d accidently encountered that farmer spanking his young wife in a field. She sucked my tongue and bit my lip. She moaned and groaned and rubbed her body against me. She pulled at my cock frantically.

Then I had an idea. As we kissed and fumbled between each other’s legs I gently began backing Jane towards the bed. She understood and moved with me. She groaned even louder when the back of her legs made contact with the brass frame.

I kissed Jane’s neck but looked over her shoulder, examining the bed, searching for the right spot. I took hold of Jane’s hips and manoeuvred her backwards. She groaned in disappointment and looked up at me in confusion when I broke contact with her clit, but then she realised what I was doing and her eyes widened.

Jane helped me as I positioned her over one of the protruding brass knobs. It was polished and shiny, the size of a small English apple. I held her shoulders for support as she lowered herself onto it.

Jane gasped as she made contact with the metal, then groaned deeply as it began to slide into her. She held me tight and kissed me hard as she sank down onto the brass ball. Her body shook and she made little mewling noises between our lips. She broke our kiss and gasped again as it slid in all the way.

I kept hold of Jane's shoulders as she sat back and settled herself and looked around at the bed, her eyes wide, her breath coming in pants. Then she pulled me to her again and her lips were on mine and she was pressing my hand back between her legs, her own hands grasping for my cock again.

As we kissed and played with each other Jane squirmed on the brass knob, her whole body trembling already. She was moaning so noisily it sounded like she was already on the brink of coming.

Jane wriggled and writhed on the end of the bed. She started making noises I’d never heard before, deep, panting groans. I kept kissing her and stroking between her legs, my wet fingers sliding faster and faster over her clit.

Jane arched her back and screamed and she was coming. I held her to me tightly with one arm as she shook and trembled and cried. I rubbed her clit with my other hand as her orgasm ran through her, until her cries became groans and she pushed my hand away.

“Fucking hell… fucking hell…” Her head had fallen against my shoulder and she was still shaking. “You have no fucking idea…. fuck me, that was…. insane.” I realised she was still writhing gently on the bed knob as she clung to me and gasped and muttered. “Fuck me… fuck me… you have no idea…”

She started pulling at my cock again. “Come on me whilst I’m on the bed.” She kissed me hard, her tongue in my mouth, one hand wrapped tightly around my cock, the other stroking my balls.

I kissed Jane and groaned as she pulled me off. She was still so horny, I could feel her wriggling against the bed as she played with me. I moved my hips back and forth in time with Jane’s hand. I wished I could push my cock into her mouth, but impaled on the bed she was too high to reach.

Jane’s fingers were wrapped so tightly around me and pulled me with a perfect rhythm. And this was all so new and exciting and overwhelming. I felt the hand on my balls sliding under and then felt a finger wriggling into my bum. It was all too much.

I started gasping and then I was coming. My legs shook and I had to fight to stay on my feet. Jane groaned hard again as the first jets of my come arched out of me and and across her stomach. Instinctively I started rubbing her clit again as I came and then Jane was coming again with me, nearly screaming as I spurted come all over her chest and stomach and thighs.

As our orgasms subsided I helped Jane off the bed knob and we collapsed in a heap together onto the floor.

“It’s a definite keeper,” I whispered.

She grinned and laughed. “It’s going to be a fucker to keep clean though.”

"I don't know, I think you polished that knob pretty well."

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