Hands Free
By Skeletoncrew
Donatello made the final adjustment to the inner workings of his latest invention, then reassembled it and switched it on. It hummed quietly. He had finally gotten rid of that damn annoying rattle. Quiet running, compact design, removable washable lining, and hands free operation. It was perfect. Time for a test run!
He locked it up in one of his drawers while he checked to see if anyone was still awake. Nope. Donatello bolted the door to his lab anyway. The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted while using it. This was not the sort of thing he wanted others to know about. He removed his new creation from the drawer and set it next to the computer. Whistling happily, he pulled up the program he had written to control it. The commands worked perfectly. Time to log on to the Internet and give it a test run.
Once he was online he headed straight for his favorite chat room. Good, DarkAngel69 was on. She'd be perfect.
DarkAngel69: Hey, long time no C. Wuzzup?
BigGreen1: Been working on some things around the house.
DarkAngel69: Kewl. I've been studying but I'm goofing off now. I'm really horny. ;^D
BigGreen1: Want to go to a private room?
DarkAngel69: Thought you'd never ask! LOL
After a couple of minutes of private chat, Donatello was ready to put his invention to the test. He fitted it into place and set it to the lowest setting. Nice.
DarkAngel69: I perform a little striptease and take everything off but my panties.
BigGreen1: Reaches out to fondle your big beautiful breasts.
DarkAngel69: Moans and strokes your huge cock.
With a few simple keystrokes Donatello turned up the intensity on his new machine. Making it remotely operated had been a real stroke of genius. He chuckled to himself. The cyber sex session continued to heat up.
BigGreen1: Throws you on the bed and begins to ravish your body.
DarkAngel69: Wiggles out of your passionate embrace and rolls over onto hands and knees. Looks over shoulder at you, tossing my long black hair. Fuck me in the ass you animal!
Donatello blinked, his excitement ebbing somewhat. Why were his cyber sex partners always asking him for that? It sounded like such a disgusting thing to do. Ah well, its not like they were actually doing it. Whatever floats her boat. Assuming she is a she. He quickly brushed that thought aside and resumed typing. Soon enough his device was cranked up to full power. It was absolutely fantastic! It stayed quiet, didn't overheat, and best of all, he'd never have to type one-handed again!
Ahem. I feel a quote from the cartoon's theme song is now in order, "Donatello does machines."