The author VirriV requested feedback on his story Savages. I thought VirriV wasn't successful in getting across his main character Veer as he wanted to get him across. I thought about re-writing part of the scene to show him hopefully how to do it better. Eventually, I decided it would fun to just re-write the scene and publish it. This is nothing like any of my other stories. VirriV gave me permission to publish this. You have to read his story to see how it continues.

I came into the bathroom where my wife Meghan was finishing her hair in preparation to go to her job at FabMag. As I adjusted my tie, I said, "Either I close on the Baltimore project today or the project is going to fall apart."

Meghan's eyes went wide for a moment. She set down her comb. Her hair looked perfect to me.

"What happened since last night?"

"I got some texts from a few of the funders." The Baltimore project was a hundreds-of-millions-of-dollars development project in the American city of Baltimore with funding from all over the world. Most of the funding was coming from friends and families of the despots of former Soviet republics. "They're tired of the delays and have found a project that they could fund right away." They were desperate to move their money as soon as possible into a Western country.

"Charles did say that this would be a challenging project." Charles was the CEO of CCIP where I worked here in London.

"And Charles said that if I was successful with Baltimore, he'd make me a principal."

Meghan smiled and then started applying her make up. Her hair was apparently done. The back of her blonde hair was in a pony tail that came down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her bangs formed a line above her beautiful blue eyes. The rest of her hair framed her angelic face. Meghan was a stunning, thirty-four year old woman. She added, "And that's what you really want."

"No. What I really want is Charles' job. Becoming a principal is just the next step to accomplishing that."

Meghan nodded, then continued to apply her make up. Working at a fashion magazine, it was expected that her knowledge of clothes and make up would be demonstrated personally every day.

She said, "So what challenges are you going to overcome today?"

"American politicians are bloody arseholes. All of them have a Political Action Committee that they want a donation for. And I have to find an intermediary for each donation as they don't want it to look like one person is buying off all the politicians of Baltimore." Meghan snorted. "Every time I think I have enough paid off, two more appear with their hands out." I sighed. "And Scott" - our Financial Director - "has gone wobbly about some of our funders, talking about the firm potentially being accused of money laundering. I'm exhausted from the constant fire fighting."

Meghan stopped applying her make up and turned to face me. "Would you like me to give you some extra incentive for putting out all the fires today?"

I smiled. "I was thinking of you putting me in the mood for tackling today's challenges, but I like the thought of you giving me an extra incentive."

Meghan smiled and went back to applying her make up. "What would be a nice incentive for you..."

"They've crowned a new Miss Universe, Sylvana Lovestock. She's absolutely gorgeous."

Meghan laughed and then said, "No."

"Come on. All you'd have to do is set up an introduction. I'd take it from there." At thirty-eight, I never felt more attractive. I was tall with perfectly coiffed black hair and rugged good looks. I also had the air of command that only success and wealth can give. Most of the time, if I can get a woman alone I can seduce her. Those times I get refused made the successes even sweeter. "You set up a dinner for me with that Swedish princess who loved anal sex."

Meghan shook her head. "She was a publicity hound. I dangled the idea of a lengthy profile in FabMag and she leapt at the chance of a get-to-know-you dinner. With Miss Universe, the pageant people will schedule her every hour. No chance for a private meeting with her."

I frowned.

Meghan said, "I was thinking of Madeleine."

"Your sister?"

"Yes. You had her practically swooning the last time they visited."

I smiled wolfishly. "I did. I did indeed." Madeleine was thirty-six and a mother of two. Very attractive woman, much like Meghan. A little flattery, a few touches and she had been blushing like a school girl. "Roger must not be keeping the romance alive."

Roger was her husband of eight years. A lawyer at a small law firm. A stuffy tosser.

"I could see if she could sneak over tonight."

"Sneak?"

"Yes. She and Roger had a terrible row after their last visit. He didn't like how she responded to your flirting."

I chuckled gleefully. "The night before we got married, Roger told me that our marriage wouldn't last because I was too self-centered." I would never forget that remark. "Madeleine would be a very strong incentive. But not tonight. If I close the deal, it will be at the end of the business day in Baltimore so a very late night for me if I'm successful." I may find my own little reward afterward. "If I close the deal, call Roger and invite them out to our estate for the weekend."

Meghan frowned. "I think Roger will find some excuse to not come."

"No, he won't. I've been feeding him the odd job and letting him charge CCIP much higher than his usual rate. If you tell him that I say 'Jump', he'll ask 'How high?' on the way up." Seducing the tosser's wife while he's in the same house would be glorious fun. "Now that we've agreed on the incentive, how about something to put me in the mood for my day?"

Meghan raised her eyebrows. "Like what? I don't have much time."

I began unbuckling my belt. "I was thinking of a blow job."

"Oh, all right." Meghan kissed me gently on the lips while unzipping my pants. Once my pants were unrestrained, I let them fall down. I leaned back against the bathroom vanity as Meghan knelt between my legs. Meghan grabbed my cock, opened her mouth and then gave the underside of my glans a long lick. She ran her tongue around my cock's head, looked up at me with a smile in her eyes, and then swallowed several inches of my cock.

"That's it, baby."

Meghan slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock, taking more of my cock into her mouth on each bob. Occasionally, she made what sounded like a gagging sound, but I knew that it was her mouth dealing with saliva and the size of my cock. Unfortunately, the neckline of Meghan's blouse was high enough that I couldn't see her wonderful tits as she gave me head. Meghan continued working more and more of my cock into her mouth until her lips finally reached my cock's base. She looked up at me then.

"You're incredible, Meghan. No one gives head as good as you do." A white lie, but not a big one.

A pleased look came over Meghan's face. She slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth and then licked up and down each side while looking at me.

"You look so fucking sexy."

Meghan gave me a quick smile and then swallowed my cock again. She bobbed her head up and down faster now. Fucking her mouth felt great, almost as good as fucking her pussy.

"I love you, Meghan. No one can make me happy like you do. Marrying you was the best decision I've ever made."

My praise spurred Meghan to bob even faster. As she pulled her head away, her lips formed a tight seal around my cock and I could feel her sucking. It was like she was trying to draw my cum out through suction alone. I had been so busy with the Baltimore project that I hadn't even had time to masturbate for the last few days. I would give Meghan a big load as a reward for her efforts.

Meghan started alternating techniques. Sometimes it was several slow, sensual bobs while looking me in the eye. Then she'd switch bobbing her head as fast as she could. At other times, she hold my cock and slide her mouth up and down it. She had me on the verge of cumming.

Meghan started another set of quick bobs and I felt that familiar tingle. At the last moment, I surprised her by pulling out of her mouth. She barely closed her eyes in time before my first spurt covered her face with cum.

"Bastard!" cried Meghan.

I slide my cock forward and launched another spurt into her hair.

"Fucker!"

I continued sliding my cock around her face as I came, coating her well.

"You arsehole! Look what you've done! I'm going to have to take shower! I'm going to be late for work!"

Meghan slowly stood up while keep her eyes closed. She was as angry as I had ever seen her.

I said soothingly, "I'm sorry, Meghan." I wasn't. "Didn't mean to do that."

"Yes, you did!" Meghan wiped the cum off of her eyes.

"Let me make it up to you. Remember that diamond necklace we saw that last time we were in New York?"

Meghan opened her beautiful blue eyes. "The one that looked like a waterfall??"

"Yes. It looked so beautiful on you." Meghan smiled. Cum dribbled down her face. "If I close the deal and if you can get Madeleine and Roger to come over this weekend, then next weekend we'll go to New York and I'll buy it for you."

"Really? Oh, that'd be wonderful!" Meghan gave me a dazzling smile as cum continued rolling down her face. She never looked more beautiful to me.

"Yes, my love."

I reached down, grabbed my pants and pulled them on. "Off to work."

Now, I was in the mood to close on the Baltimore project.