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I am fascinated by what makes men cum. I love cock of all varieties. I would like to work in a shop men visit with their problem cocks. I would help them work out why their cocks were causing them issues. We would fix their cocks together.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to themes including fingering, medical examination, small penis humiliation, huge tits. Please read further only if you enjoy these themes.

Prologue

Suspend your disbelief for a second. We live in a world where wives go off sex. It is universal. In this alternative world, husbands can visit a booth at the mall while their wife shops. They can find out if they are the problem. Just as important, they can find out what to do about it.

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The Dick Fuckability & Advice Shop

I park the car in the red car park. It is fitting, given the business I run. I rate men’s fuckability. I provide a service. Please do not confuse me with a whore. They pay, but I don’t fuck the men. I allow them to push their penises inside me if it is part of the examination. It is a last resort. It is to show me their technique. They don’t cum inside me without a condom.

My office is in the corner of the biggest clothing chain in this mall. I have eight chairs outside my door. I don’t take appointments. I take walk-in clients. It’s easier—less hassle.

Mike looks out for me. Mike owns the cobbler and key-cutting service next to my shop. We get on well. Mike is huge. Nobody messes with Mike.

You might be wondering how this works. Does the wife send them to me? Does the husband visit me in secret? It works on a loose system between the husband and wife. Sometimes she knows and approves. Sometimes he avoids telling her.

I open up and turn the ‘closed’ sign to ‘open’

And that is me ready for my first client.

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Brian arrives first. There is no queue, so I show him into my office.

“What seems to be the problem?” I ask. It is a standard question. I have asked this multiple times. It is a good icebreaker.

“I don’t seem to be able to, y’know, satisfy my wife… I cannot cum. I get most of the way there, but it doesn’t happen for us.” Brian says, looking at his feet.

Brian shows a common issue with men who visit me. He is ashamed. He should be proud he is seeking the advice of a licensed professional.

“Let’s see it,” I say, looking at the crotch of his trousers.

Brian unzips and fumbles with his boxer shorts.

“If you could pop your trousers all the way down, please. I need a proper look.” I say, perching my glasses on the end of my nose.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Quite sure. I need to perform a thorough examination.”

Brian’s trousers fall around his ankles. His boxer shorts follow.

I pull on a pair of blue latex gloves, pick up my dictation machine, and hit ‘record’

“White middle-aged male. Average-sized penis. Uncut. Decent girth.” I say, lifting Brian’s cock by the tip. “Shaved. Decent-sized balls. Not carrying too much weight.”

I open my starched white uniform and lift my breasts out of my bra. My breasts take a 42GG bra and make most flaccid penises hard in a minute or two. Clients who prefer a smaller chest often need some encouragement. I check his eyes to make sure he is looking at my breasts.

“Let’s see what is wrong with this penis,” I say, placing my dictation machine on my desk.

I lift the underside with my thumb and grip his penis with my forefinger. I watch Brian’s reaction. His eyes grow wide, and he starts to smile.

His penis grows between my fingers. I pull back on his foreskin, and the tip is much bigger than a few seconds ago. I see evidence of precum leaking from the tip. I move closer so my large breasts are a few inches from his enlarged cock. His penis grows to a full erection.

I pick up my dication machine.

“Client responds to large breasts in a way consistent with a married male of his age.”

I pull back on his foreskin and work his shaft. His cock is erect and hard. I can wrap my whole hand around it. His penis takes all four fingers as a fist. I work the underside with my thumb. My thumb glides over the underside of the tip due to the excessive precum Brian leaks.

I move my breasts closer to his penis.

Brian’s hands bunch into fists. He is close.

I place a beaker at the tip of his penis. The beaker has a hood that deflects the semen downwards. I have never lost a drop of semen using these custom semen catching pots.

I watch Brian’s face as he fills the beaker with his cum. I like to watch their expressions. Most men have aggressive ‘cum-faces’ but Brian’s is apologetic. Brian looks sorry for bothering me with his penis. He shouldn’t feel sorry. I enjoy my work.

“Well done,” I say, holding the beaker up. “Eight milliliters! That’s a good amount. Your wife should be proud.”

I pull the latex gloves off and lift my breasts back into my bra.

“It is safe to say you are capable of cumming.” I say, buttoning up my uniform. “The question is, why can you not do that when you are with your wife?”

Brian looks puzzled.

“I mostly do what you did,” Brian says.

“You visit penis assessment centers?” I ask.

“No. I use porn. I like ladies with large breasts. I masturbate using porn with ladies who have big boobs, like yours.”

“Aah,” I say. “Classic porn addiction.”

“Sorry?”

“Porn addiction. Your brain is so used to two-dimensional pornography. It is exciting, and you can control it. You cannot control your wife the way you control those ladies on the screen. You cannot cum because your wife is not on the screen. Your wife is real. Your wife is a three-dimensional lady with her own thoughts and needs. That’s why you cannot cum.”

“So, what can I do about it?”

“You can stop using porn for a while.”

Brian flinches. They always react like that.

“Or you can spend more time getting to know what your wife wants. Does that sound easier?”

Brian looks resigned to what he needs to do.

He pops his card across my contactless machine and waits for the receipt.

I’ve solved my first client of the day.

It is another thirty minutes before my next client arrives.

Malcolm is a thick-set man with a crop of ginger hair and a cheeky smile.

“What seems to be the problem?” I ask.

“It’s my penis. It’s too small. I got with my girlfriend a month ago, and I have to take tablets to make it work,” he says.

“Let’s see, shall we…” I say, popping my glasses back on the end of my nose.

Malcolm takes his trousers down and steps out of them. He stands before me with his hands at his sides, as if he were standing to attention.

“You can relax, Malcolm. I need a quick look.” I say, picking up my dictation machine and moving in closer

“Subject is in his late twenties. Small penis. Uncut. Around half an inch while soft. Large balls. Crop of ginger pubic hair.” I say into the machine.

“Do you think it might be my weight?” Malcolm asks.

“I am not a doctor, so I cannot comment on that,” I say. “But if you think it is your weight, it is up to you to act on that.”

Malcolm shifts his weight. I try to grip what I can of his penis. I pull the foreskin back, and it grows. I unfasten a few buttons on my tunic, and it grows further. By the time I have my breasts out, Malcolm’s penis is three inches long.

“Three inches is okay. A girl should be able to work with that. We’ll see how long it lasts.” I say, letting go of his penis and glancing up at the clock.

Malcolm’s cock is gone in under thirty seconds.

“I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do for your penis, Malcolm. It is small and does not last long. But have you thought of other ways to pleasure your partner?” I ask.

“No, but I am interested,” he says.

“It’s part of the enhanced pricing package. But I can show you the best ways to navigate a vagina for best effect.” I say, like I am offering to show him the functions on a new toaster.

I put my breasts away and button up my tunic. I make my way to my examination table and angle the headboard up. I pull down my white trousers and pink cotton panties. I sit on the cold table and swing my legs up and over. I allow my legs to flop open and pull my feet up so Malcolm has the best view of my vagina.

I am shaven, so it is easy for him to see everything I am about to show him.

“Pop a latex glove on, and we’ll take this nice and slow,” I say, pointing to the different-sized gloves on the rack beside the bed.

Malcolm pulls the gloves over his fingers, and I apply a drop of lubricant to the fingertips on his left hand.

“Can you see my clitoris?” I say, watching his expression as I hold my pussy lips apart while I circle the hood around my clitoris. “This is where your girlfriend wants your attention. Work on this spot here. As you can see, mine is quite large. You can see my clitoris without me spreading the hood. The more attention you give this spot, the bigger it will get. The bigger it gets, the easier it will be to make your girlfriend cum. Do you understand?”

Malcolm nods. My clitoris could be one of the first he has seen this close.

“Bring your mouth down and see if you can find it with your tongue,” I say.

Malcolm finds my clit without any searching. That tongue has laser-sharp focus. His attention is so precise, my cunt gushes as his tongue circles inside the hood. I expected it to take a moment, but he was right there. Malcolm took me by surprise. We have found his saving grace.

“Now show me your left hand. Place your palm upwards. That’s right. All four fingers forward in a line. Now curl the pinky and the first finger up. Good. Now bring them down to the opening to my vagina. Make sure you have enough lubricant, and push them inside. Do it slowly, after you have worked on your girlfriend’s clitoris for a few minutes. She should be ready to take your fingers. Use a glove if you like. A lot of girls prefer skin-on-skin. Keep your hand palm up. That way you can use your thumb on her clitoris. Keep that magic going. The trick is to stay to the side. Don’t try to get between her legs to do this. The angles aren’t right. You will get tired too easily. Stay to the side.”

Malcolm has thick fingers, and I am glad I asked him to use two. I am not sure three of his fingers would have fit inside my pussy. His girlfriend may have a man with a small penis, but he has a gift for working with his tongue and fingers.

My pussy is soaking. I am enjoying this too much. It is a perk of the job.

“Now, see if you can keep that gentle motion going inside my vagina while you work my clitoris with your tongue. You should feel her clitoris grow as you pay it more attention.” I say, placing my hand on the back of his head as I roll my hips upwards.

His tongue is working so well on my clitoris; his fingers are the perfect bonus. I am ashamed of how wet he has made me. I am a professional. I have to stay objective. I stopped being a clinician thirty seconds ago. I am a surrogate girlfriend. Or at least my pussy is his surrogate girlfriend. I am charging this man to finger-blast me during work hours. It’s like the first time my pussy has fingered like this.

I pull his face against me.

“That’s the spot. Right there. Little more pressure on the clit. Good swirling motion. She will like that. Remember, this is about her pleasure. Be there for her. Give your lover the space to get off on your tongue and fingers.”

I am about to pull away and stay professional when Malcolm dips his fingers further. He curls them upwards. I need that. I need that to send me over the edge. I stifle my breath. I cum all over his thick fingers. I screw my eyes tight and hold his mouth over my clit while my orgasm peaks. I have not cum this hard in months. I cum hard. I drench Malcolm’s fingers. It’s a good job he is wearing gloves.

I am shameless as I wipe myself clean with blue roll and pull my panties and trousers up.

“You appear to have grasped the basics well, Malcolm,” I say, trying to hide my flushed chest.

We chat more, and Malcolm pays before leaving my office.

I sit for a moment and reflect. How must it be for men like Malcolm who cannot find help? Men like Malcolm must feel so frustrated without access to help like this. And his girlfriend too. She can see he has a small penis. With the best will in the world, it can be difficult to orgasm using a small penis. But now that Malcolm knows how to use his other gifts, they could have a great sex life together.

The End.

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