Basement (Classic)

(Written by Bram Lueche)

Emily sighed deeply, making sure her mother heard her very clearly. She stomped off as she heard her mother remind her.

“It’s in the basket above the washing machine!” Her mother proclaimed loudly.

Down in the basement, she could barely see a thing and the place was damp and cold, not something helped by the fact she still had no clothes on, she looked around a bit before her eyes adjusted enough to see the washing machine, and above it, was a shelf that held a basket, and that’s where she guessed her mother kept whatever she wanted her to wear.

She tried to reach up to the basket but found herself unable to, even when she stood on her tippy toes, straining against the machine, she was still too far to reach the basket. She finally tried jumping to reach the shelf, and succeeded in grabbing hold of the edge, but that’s when the washing machine came back to life.

Sputtering into movement, the machine began rocking back and forth, and as coincidence would have it, the corner of the machine was situated right between her legs, and it was now rubbing against her bare crotch rather furiously.

Emily let out what was a yelp of a squeal of surprise and a moan of pleasure, she was about to let go when she realized that doing so just might cause her to lose balance and knock her head against the ground, and she would rather through this vibration until the cycle ended.

Emily could feel an orgasm building up inside of her as the machine slowly chipped away at her resistance, she didn’t want a repeat of what happened this morning, but eventually this proved too much for her and her juices squirted out, splashing onto the machine and the ground beneath it as she reached orgasm, what’s worse is that she felt herself losing control of her bladder, and following the powerful torrent of cum that shot out was a slow, steady stream of warm liquid that trickled slowly at first, but came gushing out stronger afterwards, she had peed herself.

“Emily! Hurry up!” She heard her mother calling to her as she gathered all her strength to climb atop the washing machine and peak into the basket to find.