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Subject: {ASSM} Plunketing's Bank IV - Dollar Yen Trading (M/F Humil, Comedy)
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The following is based upon real life characters and a real life
bank,
still trading today.  Mr Plunketting's (name changed for legal
reasons), continues to take a keen interest in his employees careers,
and further reporting on his progress in steering his venerable
institution along its successful path are available shortly from the
author.


Mr Plunketting had been doing his homework on all aspects of Japanese
customs and had made some alterations to his desktop and professional
accessories, although, of course his faithful 'Fat Boy' gold plated
Meisterstuck pen was in place on his commodious desk.

He glanced quickly through Mrs Dong's resume and track record at the
bank.  25 years old, married and with an envious track record of
leading the dollar yen desk.  Commissioned to date and a serious
earner, though if today's appointment was successful to be offered a
full partnership at Plunketting's, and to become the youngest ever
partner at the bank.

Having satisfied himself with the details of Mrs Dong's details he
switched on his intercom and struck his new gong whose ringing noise
was the signal to Ms McHew to send in his successful dollar yen
trader.

Mrs Dong had been waiting half an hour or so before she heard the gong
summon her to Mr Plunketting's lushly decorated office.  She was
wearing a white blouse, a knee length pleated skirt, knee high white
socks and patent leather pumps.  With her hair in pig tails she looked
a lot younger than her age.  Due to the time difference, she had
already been trading for several hours in the high pressure
environment of the forex world.

'Mrs Dong, welcome, and may I say how pleased I am to see you in
person', started Mr Plunketting, as Mrs Dong took her place at the
large mahogany leather topped desk.  Polite to the extreme Kim Dong
bowed slightly, 'Rery nice to be here Mr Prunketing', she replied in
her heavy Japanese accent.

'Now, Mrs Dong, this may come as a surprise to you, but dependent upon
our agreement today, the bank intends to make you a full partner, in
fact the youngest ever partner the bank has ever appointed', said Mr
Plunketting, 'no doubt you have the qualities to take on the
responsibilities as well as the honour that being a partner brings?',
he asked.  'Res Mr Prunketing, I ready for honour and reronribilty',
she replied.  She had already told her husband and her parents that
she would be honoured with partnership and was determined to win that
honour.

'Excellent, then we can begin Mrs Dong. Kindly pop your panties off
and place them here, then hop up onto the table, legs spread nice and
wide, I am sure that you will find the desk most comfortable', said Mr
Plunketting in his patrician voice.  Mrs Dong's almond shaped eyes
narrowed to slits.  While she had heard rumours about some unusual
practices in the west, she had never expected to be asked to take her
panties down by a respected boss.

'Hi! Rrrrrrris is hiry iregurar, Mister Prunketing!', she exclaimed.
Mr Plunketting cast his patrician eye over his young employee and
remarked, 'Clearly you are new to Plunketting's traditions, Mrs Dong.
I really must be clear that I take a full and personal interest in all
of those at the bank who are offer the honour of becoming full
partner's.  As partners we have a duty to each other and must take on
the responsibilities associated with that honour'.

Tradition, honour and responsibility were the keystones in Mrs Dong's
upbringing.  She was not sure if she would be compromising her
personal honour should she comply with this strange western ritual
suggested by her most respected boss.  On the other hand she thought
of the honour she would bring to her family when she became a partner
of this venerable banking institution and reluctantly she decided to
'fall on the sword' as they said in her home country and to go through
with the strange western ritual.  Slowly she peeled her panties down
over her knees, socks and her neat little pumps and placed them on the
table.  Then with some difficulty as she was short in stature she
mounted Mr Plunketting's fine desk, taking care not to knock his gong
over.

'Splendid Mrs Dong!  Let us begin and soon we will have concluded our
business', said Mr Plunketting as he reached for Mrs Dong's discarded
panties.  He turned his  eye to Mrs Dong's still warm panties and
noted that they were rather a simple pair of baby pink cotton with a
little silk bow on the frontispiece.  He turned them over in his pudgy
hand and closely inspected the gusset.  Due to her long hours and the
high pressure nature of her job, Mrs Dong's panties had become stained
with adrenaline induced sweat and indeed, a sample of her natural
pussy juice.

Mr Plunketting brought the panties to his connoisseur's nose and
inhaled deeply.  The whiff of sushi like aroma and adrenaline induced
sweat filled his accomplished nostrils and he said, 'Marvellous, Mrs
Dong, you have all the qualities that Plunketting's requires in a new
partner', and with that he took another appreciative sniff of Mrs
Dong's stained panty gusset, and felt a familiar stirring in his
finely tailored pinstripe trousers.  After a restful night, his
miraculous testicles were full to the brim with his healthy brew.

He cast Mrs Dong's satisfactory panties to one side, and turned his
attention to her exposed pussy.  Having completed his detailed
research, he was not surprised to note that Mrs Dong's pussy was clad
with a thick black dark bush of pubic hair.  He was well aware that
pubic hair is highly prized in Japan and had expected nothing less.

He reached for his specially made Louis Vuitton VIP chopstick set and
with practised ease used them to part Mrs Dong's thick pussy lips,
exposing her delicate pink inner and her hard little clitoris.  Mrs
Dong thought that this use of chop sticks was very unusual and her
eyes narrowed further as she felt Mr Plunketting pinch her hard little
clitoris with them.  Highly unusual indeed, she thought and most
irregular.

'Very satisfactory indeed', exclaimed Mr Plunketting as he finished
his inspection of Mrs Dong's pussy.  He was particularly satisfied
with the way that Mrs Dong's clitoris was visible despite her
impressive thick bush of pubic hair, and in viewing it, his little
three inch dick had sprung to life.  'Excellent Mrs Dong, lets get
this deal done.  Just pop yourself down here and you can start to
review the paperwork.  Bend over and raise the skirt, please'.  With
that he handed Mrs Dong a richly embossed Plunketting's envelope.

Mrs Dong went along with Mr Plunketting and taking the envelope she
bent over her esteemed boss's desk and raised her pleated skirt,
bending over to give Mr Plunketting a view of her petite buttocks and
neat little anus.

At the sight of Mrs Dong's delicate buttocks, Mr Plunketting released
his little dick and his marvellous balls from his expensive tailored
trousers.  He admired the sight of Mrs Dong's considerable public
hair, puckered little anus, and still visibly protruding clitty.  Mrs
Dong had the envelope open and was busy scanning the page.  When her
eyes clapped on the words 'full partnership' they sprang open, only to
squeeze suddenly tight again as she felt Mr Plunketting's little cock
rustle through the furze of her prized pubic bush and enter her tight
little pussy.  She wondered if this was taking 'falling on the sword'
a step too far.

Mr Plunketting felt that this turning out to be one of his finest
deals.  While aware that his cock was on the small side, he felt that
he more than made up with this with his staying power and his
miraculously sized balls, which hung like ripe grapefruits between his
legs.  In this case however, due to her overall stature, Mrs Dong's
pussy was in addition to being tiny, very hot and extremely well
lubricated.   It fit Mr Plunketting's little cock like a glove as he
guided it in and out of Mrs Dong with careful businesslike strokes.
'I feel that our partnership is going to be highly successful, Mrs
Dong', he gasped as he felt his balls start to shudder, 'I think that
you can safely sign the papers now', he said and passed her his old
faithful 'Fat Boy' Meisterstuck gold plated pen.

When Mrs Dong had signed the papers, Mr Plunketting exclaimed that he
was most satisfied to have secured her as a partner of the bank.
Removing his little dick from her hot pussy, he said, 'We must
celebrate, do please kneel before me, you had better loosen your
blouse too come to think of it'.  Mrs Dong had a inkling of what was
coming and thought that it was highly irregular indeed, although in
the interests of maintaining honour got to her knees and undid her
neat white blouse.  She wasn't wearing a bra, her tits were too small
for one, though her nipples stood to attention poking out like little
brown corks.

Mrs Dong's almond eyes widened when she saw the size of her esteemed
boss's testicles.  She was used to little dicks, all her boyfriends
back in Japan had had tiny ones, including her husband.  None however
had possessed anything approaching the sheer scale of Mr Plunketting's
massive balls.  Very tentatively she took Mr Plunketting's little cock
into her mouth, and slowly, but expertly began sucking on it, all the
while aware of the massive balls that swung forward and bounced
against her throat.

Despite his proven staying power, Mr Plunketting's balls were not
going to hold out for long.  Mrs Dong was quite clearly a highly
practiced cock sucker and she was doing an expert job on his little
cock.  The thought of her hairy pussy and now the sight of her tiny
titties and hard nipples set his balls juddering and suddenly both
started to blow his sticky load which began ejaculating through his
little dick directly into Mrs Dong's mouth.

While she had occasionally let men indulge in the ancient art of
bukkake with her, nothing had prepared Mrs Dong for the flood of hot
sperm that gushed from her esteemed boss's dick.  She quickly managed
to gag down the first three or four spurts, in her experience usually
the limit to a man's production, with Mr Plunketting she was learning
that wasn't always the case, as jet after jet of thick sperm gushed
into her mouth, ran down over chin where it hang for a moment before
trickling down and onto her little tits.  She did her best to gulp
down as much of Mr Plunketting's rich brew as possible, but his cock
had now popped out of her mouth and was spurting sticky goo all over
Mrs Dong's face, getting into her eyes, up her nose and plastering her
exposed titties.

At long last Mr Plunketting's miraculous balls stopped coating Mrs
Dong with hot sperm.  'A highly successful conclusion to our business,
I am always excited to welcome a new partner on board', said Mr
Plunketting and with a flourish produced a large Plunketting's
embossed handkerchief, and handed it to Mrs Dong, who started to mop
up her sperm coated tits and face.  She swirled the last of the thick
white goo around her mouth and swallowed it down, vowing to wash her
mouth out with Sake as soon as she could.  She only hoped that her
husband didn't expect a bukkake ceremony this evening when she told
him of her partnership, she felt sure that she would not be able to
stomach another drop of sperm for some time to come.

'Excellent indeed, Mrs Dong, you had better pop your panties back on
and get back to it, there is no rest for partners at Plunketting's!',
said Mr Plunketting. 'Hi! Res! Mr Prunketing', replied Mrs Dong and
bowed slightly.  She carefully finished wiping the sperm from her face
and little titties, fastened the buttons on her blouse and pulled her
pink panties over her neat little pumps and tottered from the room,
her mouth still tasting of thick sperm.

Mr Plunketting reached for his humidor, and happy that his day had
started with another successful deal reached for and lit a Ghurkha's
'His Majesty' cigar before turning to review his appointment book.
Duty was never over, and it was going to be another busy day.


IN THE NEXT ISSUE OF PLUNKETTING'S BANK, MR PLUNKETTING, PROPRIETOR,
RECEIVES A VISIT FROM MISS VERONICA NIPPIT, MRS HACKENPECKER'S
REPRESENTITIVE ON THE FEMINIST SUPPORT GROUP BOARD.

COMING SOON FROM THE DESK OF JAMES HOUBLON.

SEE ALSO

PLUNKETTING'S BANK - THE CAREER APRAISAL
PLUNKETTING'S BANK II - CAREER COACHING CLARISSA
PLUNKETTING'S BANK III - EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES FOR LATITIA LIPSWELL

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