The Very Small Dick And The Spy Who Found It- An Agent Sirena Luxe Story ♕

The Very Small Dick And The Spy Who Found It!

A very small dick makes me tick like nobody’s business.  Aside from being cute, I am not sure how they are useful.  Still, I love to make light of the situation!  I look at the gold clock to the bar’s right and note that it is time to take my leave.  I haul back my mojito and leave a big tip for the bartender.

Making my way up the mirrored elevator, I catch sight of my crimson panties under my short, black dress.  I fit in perfectly in this role.  Getting a visit with Mr. Tate is not hard because he is known to employ women of certain status.  That meant I just had to appear a certain way, which was easy.  With a body like mine, most men find themselves lusting for me.

When I started at the agency, I was part of the small penis humiliation division.  I saw all types of disappointment each day, and after two years, they recognized my talents as irreplaceable.  That led to my first mission, which was playing out now.  I rap on the door and call out, “It’s Sirena.  My manager said you would be expecting me.”

I Was Used To Seeing Very Small Dicks From My Last Job.

A voice invites me in, and I enter the grand hotel room.  Impressive, but not enough to deter me from my job.  I know what I am here for, and this luxury will not intimidate me.  I hold my pistol at the man as he turns around with two martinis.  Ugh, I fucking hate martinis.  Thankfully, he drops them both when he sees I am not what he was anticipating.  “Drop your pants.”  The command is clear, and he has no choice but to give in to my demands.

The grey suit pants and white boxers come down quickly, but I am immediately irritated by what I see.  I take out the photo of the cock I am supposed to apprehend and look back up for comparison.  This guy has a very small dick.  I tell him to sit, waving my gun as I still parallel and eat an olive.

“You are not the man in this photo, yet your credit card states you are Mr. Tate.”  I show him the photo of the big cock, and he sighs.

“I am Tate’s friend Marcus.  He doesn’t like to leave a paper trail when he goes on pressing affairs.  We swap cards.  We look a lot alike, but as you can see, our dicks do not.”

Small Penis Humiliation Was Not In My Plans That Night.

I throw him into cuffs and make him start attaching himself to the headboard.  Disappointing, but I still need information on where Mr. Tate is.  I run his belt across his lap; my intentions are clear.  I want to know where Mr. Tate is, and I will get that information through any means necessary.  My specialty is controlling men with very small dicks, and I explain this to him.  I grab his chin, forcing firm eye contact as I position my stiletto heel above his tiny package.  “You know something, so tell me what I want to hear.  Don’t make a lady wait.”

He breaks under pressure, telling me he knows someone who may have Tate’s location.  Mitchell Kwell is working closely with Tate, so he should have that information.  Good.  I press him on Kwell, and he tells me more.  He says that it is good I was part of the small penis humiliation faction because Kwell has the smallest dick on the planet.  I am skeptical, but it is possible.  Men often over-exaggerate their cock size.

I now know my next target but can’t resist the urge to stay.  Before I go, I grasp his very small dick between my pinky and thumb.  “Were you actually planning on fucking me with this?  It barely has the right to be called a cock!”  Marcus’ reddening face makes me giggle.

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