Dexter Laboratory Toy Novels & Stories

Along one wall was another bar. John immediately went over, and after asking Don if it was okay, started fixing more drinks for everyone. After everyone got settled in, Jessie smiled and handed Dexter a present that had Ronnie and Lacey's name on it. He smiled, winking at her. ***** Dexter Lacey obviously had done the bag as there was some really thin paper in it that matched the color of the bag. He smirked, then pulled out the tissue paper. Looking inside, he laughed and pulled out a bottle of flavored lube.

I licked the crevice under the head while I jerked. When Dexter's dick was completely hard, it was at least 9 inches long and had a just a little curve on the end. I put the head in my mouth and synchronized my stroking to coincide with my sucking while his grandson Cal anxiously removed his clothes. "Ohhh shit lil girl. I haven't had this in a long long time. If you keep doin this, you're gonna get that nut soon," Dexter mumbled.

Lucky for me, he couldn't see inside my head, or I'd be in trouble for being so shameless. "Dr. Lambert, are we finished?" "Yes. Let me show you how to use this toy." With that, Jerry pulled a box from below and opened it. Inside were toys in various lengths and girths, with veins that made them look strikingly real. I felt my face heat up instantly. Keeping a perfectly serious expression, Jerry went on to explain everything in detail. "These toys are designed to help with desensitization. After applying the medication, you can use a toy repeatedly to gradually reduce sensitivity. Many of your sensitive areas are located deep inside, so this tool is essential."

I watch him warily, and my eyes flick to the crowbar set up against the wall. All instincts tell me to run for it, and I would have, but a newfound fear as well as desire to protect the little pups growing inside me stops me from making any move. Dexter moves to the box. He opens it, then pulls out a photograph of two people in it. From the distance, I couldn't tell who they are, until Dex lifted it and showed me. I squint my eyes to see the photograph better, but when I did I looked back at Dex.

He could pass for a model. ″Good morning Miss, my name is Dexter,″ he said as he stretched forth his hand. She shook his hand. ″I'm Annabelle and I'm pleased to meet you, Dexter.″ ″So which car would you like to go to school in?″ he asked. 'What sort of question is that?' she thought. ″Dexter, choose any car. I just don't want to be late,″ she said. ″Okay,″ he answered, ″I'll meet you just outside the garage Annabelle. I hope you don't mind me calling you that.″