In my 20s, I used to visit adult shops frequently. I didn’t buy much, just used to go in and have a look at all the hardcore images plastered everywhere. When my wife started complaining, my dick wasn’t doing much for her (three inches). She wanted a bit more girth and depth, and she wanted to try out a penis extender. I decided to pop into a sex/adult shop to see if I could get a penis sleeve/extender. I walked in and looked around the range they had on display, they were all huge ones to make your penis extend to 8.9, 11inches. My wife has given me strict instructions not to go over 6 inches; she wants to build up to the bigger ones gradually. I walked around the store for a while until the few customers who were there left. I looked at the guy at the counter, and he was busy flicking through a porn mag.

I looked around the display one more time, just to make sure I hadn’t missed a smaller sleeve, as I had seen them a while back in a different store. I approached the counter, and the guy looked up, asking if he could help. I said Yeah, I need a penis extender….he looked in the direction of where they were and said Just there, where you were. I took a deep breath and asked, ‘Have you got anything smaller?’ He looked at me, confused What do you mean smaller? 8 inches is the smallest they make. I think you won’t need one if you want smaller, he laughed as he said it. I told him I saw a 6-inch extender in another store, but it’s a bit of a trip to get there. He was now curious about the 6-inch one, specifically how much space the insert occupied or the total length.

I started going red. I took another deep breath. .it was the total size. It was adding a few inches …. he smiled and said I can ask the boss if you want maybe we can get it in shall I ask for you, I said yes please, he came out from behind the counter adjusting his groin area he had a huge bulge sticking out his pants he went and knocked the door next to his counter and popped his head in and said, “I got a customer wanting a penis extender we haven’t got the size he wants can you get it?” He turned around, saying, “One sec, she’s coming,” and stood next to me with his huge bulge still sticking out (there were several screens around the store playing hardcore porn, and he was looking at a hardcore mag when I asked for help, so he was definitely aroused).

A few seconds later, a blonde woman in her 50s came out and asked, “How can I help?”

She was tall, blonde; she wasn’t slim, but she wasn’t fat either. She towered over me, and I felt so nervous as she was quite good-looking for her age and was showing a bit of cleavage. “Uh, yeah… I was after a penis extender, but it needs to be smaller than what you sell.”

She smiled, looked at the guy, then down at his bulge, then back to me (they might have been a couple for all I know, as he was comfortable with his bulge in front of her).

“Can you tell me exactly what you’re looking for, and I can phone my supplier and ask for you?” she queried.

“I’m looking for an extender that is 6 inches in total length,” I replied after another deep breath.

“Are you sure that’s about what most people have you sure you don’t want 7 or 8 inches?”

I give a nervous laugh. My wife said no more than 6 inches for now, and she will go bigger next time. She eyed my crotch, and I looked flat next to the staff member who was still bulging out. So, how much insert space are you looking for, if you don’t mind telling me, because the supplier will ask. I glanced away, which was a mistake because I looked straight at the guy’s crotch. I coughed and cleared my throat. “Three inches,” I nervously said as they both smiled, looking at each other, then at me.

“So, a six-inch extension for your three-inch penis is that correct?” she asks me, hoping you’re not messing with me. I’ve never seen one that size.

I looked down at the floor. I managed to say, “No, I’m not joking.”

She said, “Hold on,” and she turned to walk back to the office.

God, she was tall, she had legs for miles, and her ass looked amazing. She left the door open and called the supplier. She was out of my view, but I could hear her. I listened.

“Hey, Steve, I’m after a dick extender… I’m looking for a six incher… Nah, serious… No, a six-inch with an insert space for about three inches… Hahaha, I know… No, I haven’t seen it… No, I’m not asking him for proof… He’s Asian… No, he said three inches erect… No idea, probably an inny… Ha-ha, that’s funny… Can you get one though… OK, Steve, thanks anyway. See you tomorrow. I’m coming down for some bits in the morning.”

She walks back out grinning ear to ear. “No, sorry, they don’t stock them. Apparently, it’s a rare size. Not many suppliers make them, so if the other shop sells it, then get it from there.”

I was embarrassed that she made sure I heard the conversation with her supplier.

As I walked towards the door to leave, she called me, saying, “We do sell penis enlargement creams if you want to try that.”

I stopped. I was getting a nervous boner in my pants after hearing her laugh about my size with Steve, and now she was making fun of me, as I know penis creams don’t work. I asked do they work and how I use them, and she picked up the tub and came over to me and said, “You put it on your dick twice a day, make sure you massage it in and use a decent amount. Are you exactly three inches?”

“Yes,” I reply. “Well, just a touch over, but rounded to three.”

“And soft. Is it a similar size?”

“Um, it’s under an inch,” I studiously confessed.

She smiles, looking at her worker. She leans down to show her cleavage and says, “So I would use half of what the recommended amount is on the tube. If it says use pea size amount, I’d go half a pea, and you put it on your little penis and rub it in starting with the head and spread it all over right to the base, then use two fingers and a thumb to stroke and massage it in.”

I can see the worker hiding behind the DVD rack in stitches as she does the action with her two fingers, how to stroke, doing hand movements of two inches up and down with her thumb and two fingers, and rub it into my tiny Asian penis. I was erect in my pants, and after such a teasing humiliation, I couldn’t not buy it after that, so I paid £18 for a cream I knew wasn’t going to work, but she had me under her spell when she leaned down to my level. Her pretty eyes and cleavage were in my direct view, if she had said Show me my mini embarrassment, I would have been undoing my pants without a thought lol.

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When I got home, I told my wife what happened, and she was in stitches laughing at my humiliating experience.

I said, “Imagine walking into the shop and they got 100s of DVDs and magazines there’s picture of huge black and white cocks everywhere even the TVs are playing all sorts of porn then you walk in with your tiny Pakistani three inch dick and they shredded you apart sold you a overpriced fake cream and you bought it as well like a little bitch.”

She roasted me for weeks about that one lol. I did manage to get a sleeve, but it wasn’t any good. I ended up getting her a few vibrators instead.

 

The End.

 

 

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