The Very Small Dick And The Spy Who Found It Part 3 ♕

The Very Small Dick And The Spy Who Found It Part 3

The golden man has a party, and itty bitty peened Kwell is invited. Which means I am also expected, naturally. Bless him and his very small dick because it’s my ticket in! I take Kwell’s invite and hand it to the valet. The car is whisked away, but only after removing the large gift from the trunk. I’m ushered to the building’s rooftop.

I start looking for Mr. Big Cock the moment I am here, but the crowd is thick. Mostly women are in attendance, but that is not surprising. If they see Kwell’s very small dick next to the host’s…

I see him in the corner seat with two dirty blonds and a ginger. Pretty ladies, but I am a real persuasive bitch. I strut over and scoot between Mr. Big Cock and the ginger effortlessly. Charm is what I need to pull out first, because big cocked men are not as easy to manipulate as their small pricked counterparts.

Very Small Dick, Meet Big Dick Energy!

I think of Kwell’s face when I left him. Pure horror. The poor man is hot for humiliation, I am sure. Men with a very small dick usually are. I lean over into Mr. Big Cock’s seat and flash a smile. He takes the bait. My dismissal of the ginger babe was impressive, but he is going back to headquarters at the end of the night.

I take the cherry out of his drink and place it between my teeth, inviting him to close this gap. He is too confident for hesitance, so his warm lips touch mine. I am love-drunk because with these lips and that cock, he could ride me all night. No, I must focus. I rub my hand on his thigh and lean in to whisper, “You’re coming back with me tonight.” He falters but then sees me flash my badge and stiffen.

“I am not. The last lady learned. You will, too.”

“I am not Vivian. I  have no problem doing what I must. Just ask your friend with the very small dick.”

The party quiets as a large gift box is ushered on the backs of 4 men. I see their minds wondering what it could be, but I know because I wrapped it myself. I walk to the box and grab the large red ribbon. The bow is silky in my fingers as I pull it away. The sides of the box fold down, revealing a very naked Mr. Kwell.

The Crowd Can Not Believe This.

Mr. Big Cock is pale. Kwell stands in pink panties and heart pasties, shivering in the city wind. I go behind him to push the cute butt plug farther into his ass. His squeak almost makes me lose my shit. The ladies are giggling and awkward before one screams: “Where is his cock? Those panties are crotchless!”

Another shouts, “It’s there; he just has a very small dick.”

The laughter is outrageous, but Mr. Big Cock holds up a hand. Before he can speak, I address the crowd, “You are coming with me. Antoni Kwell is a pathetic man with a microscopic cock, but he is a little bitch to the party boy. All this time, the host has been showing up in magazines as a real lady’s man, but he actually loves fucking small dicked assholes. ”  The ladies are in shock. I pass a blond a paddle and tell her to let loose on the loser.

Mr. Big Cock looks at me. “You can’t arrest me for that because it’s no crime.”

“Darling, but we are recruiting you.”

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