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Chapter 1
Steve had a problem as he was truly a true sex addict. This malady has been all the rage in the media lately, and there is considerable debate in the Psychiatric community as to whether Sex addiction is a real disorder or just a fancy way of excusing bad behaviour, but, if it does exist there would be no doubt that Steve would be exhibit A. His hormones ruled his life 24/7 driving him to relentlessly chase pussy and it was a total compulsion that dominated his every waking minute.
At the gym Steve would hit on his instructor, at the restaurant where he had lunch each day he would shamelessly flirt with the waitresses to desperately try to obtain their digits. Nurses, cashiers, work colleagues you name it, if it was female and attractive Steve was hitting on it, constantly.
Since Steve was fairly attractive, and had a decent job and a little money, his relentless pussy quest was quite often successful and this only drove his compulsion harder. Almost every night Steve went home with a different woman and he was the envy of all of his male friends.
His libido and testosterone were all off the chart compared to normal guys and this imbalance threw him into this constant erotic frenzy that compelled him to pop off into some new young conquest each day or else his balls would begin to ache. If he went two days, they would throb in complete pain. This compulsion ensured that he was always focused on scratching an itch that was never quite fully satisfied.
Jacking off wouldn't relieve his compulsion fully as part of the desire Steve had was the conquest not just the release of his load. He loved nothing more that having some beautiful woman riding his face giving him a handle or a slurpy blow-job, or even better, throwing her against the bed and slamming deeply into her inviting hot wet nest.
As he was so compelled to constantly have sex, and had quite a lot of success in this pursuit, most women who enjoyed his bed found Steve to be an amazing lover as he had LOTS of practice. Most were convinced that he was the best lay they had ever had in their lives, and a constant problem for him was the fact that many of his conquests wanted more from Steve than just a ONS.
Over and over girls would fall hard for him, and to his credit he used to attempt to be their boyfriend, but within days his compulsion for conquest would flair up and off he would go back on the perpetual pussy hunt. None of his so-called "girlfriends" were happy with his absolute ridiculous serial philandering and most wrote him off pretty quickly. Now that Steve was 30, he didn't even attempt monogamy anymore having long ago given up on the idea as old, antiquated and OBVIOUSLY not for him.
Gloria, a gorgeous and stunning curvy brunette was typical of the type of woman that set Steve's radar humming. They met at Club Moon Dance, one of the hottest nightclubs in South Beach, and she was instantly attracted to him. He exuded a confidence rarely seen in other men and when he led her out onto the dance floor, she was quite impressed by his salsa moves, expertly spinning her across the floor like a pro.
She knew he was a player, that was obvious, although she had no idea to what extent. She was fine with that to a point as she was a bit of a player herself, sort of the female version of Steve with a few notable exceptions.
One, she got off on men's desire for her more than actual sex and two, she was unbelievably insanely rich. Gloria, being the only daughter of one of the biggest mobsters in the country had enormous money but more importantly she also had power. She truly was daddy's little girl and there was few things, legal or illegal, that she would request from him that he did not easily and instantly grant
As Steve slowly seduced Gloria at the club her mind was already racing on how she was going to make this handsome dog into her own personal love toy. She relished the idea that she would have him eating out of her hand by morning; begging her for attention, groveling at her feet, worshipping her as a Goddess. She got off on that and as she ground her ass into his crotch on the dance floor, she was pleased with what she felt, Steve was packing. Grinning to herself, she knew she was going to have a good time with him tonight.
What drove Gloria most too was her desire to be utterly DESIRED by Steve, and taming a bad boy player and turning him into a fawning desperate lovesick little bitch was what got her off more than anything. This not only stroked her considerable ego, but also made her wet beyond belief. In a slight evil twist, the more she was desired, the more she wanted to deny her target as his growing desperation for her fed HER libido as much as his single minded mission to get his cock sucked fetish. The meeting of these two sexual Titans was a disaster waiting to happen, similar to what happens when acid meets a base or matter mixes with anti-matter, KA-BOOM!
