Master's Gator

By Chimerella

Zinnia is on one of the worst dates of her life. It is going to get much worse as her companion ditches her in a seedy bar. Maybe she can use her feminine wiles on the bar's owner, Gator. The evening is about to get interesting as the owner reveals he is a were-alligator with a need to be dominated by a beautiful woman. (domination, were-monster, sex, foot worship, peril)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chimerella
• Release date: Feb 19, 2020

Chimerella

Hi, I am Carnie Vawr. Some time ago the writer Constance Letterman made a deal and drank a potion that she shouldn't have and I was born. I am the terrible and twisted mirror to her sweet side. Behold my works and tremble

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Master's Gator

by Chimerella

2019 © Chimerella

These fictional stories contain graphic descriptions of sex and are intended for a mature audience only. By proceeding past this disclaimer you agree that you are legally allowed to read adult materials in the country where you reside. All characters depicted in these stories are aged 18 or over.

Zinnia nursed what had to be the most bitter beer she ever drank. Her cherry red lips and elven nose twitched in disgust. Her involuntary reactions were from more than just the chipped mug of backwater micro-brew. She couldn't control the lasers that her dark eyes were firing into her dining companion. The bastard had definitely lied on his dating app. His profile said he was into fine art, theater, and dramatic films. What he really meant was custom paint jobs on muscle cars, dinner theater, and war movies.

It was like someone had taken a tax form and made a human out of it. Her date was just that dull. He wasn't short or tall, either would make him more interesting. He was a middle-aged man with a slouching unkempt stature. His choice of attire for the evening with a goddess was a faded blue polo and wrinkled khakis. There was a stain on the fabric covering his chest, which was there before he started his meal.

His brown hair looked to be retreating from his round doughy face by escaping down his back. He was shoving a plate of boneless chicken wings in his face with no dressing. His weepy brown eyes alternated between watching a televised football game over Zinnia’s shoulder to staring at the valley between her tits.

Zinnia was too good of a catch for this slob. She was a stunning specimen, slender, and taller than your average woman. Her milky cinnamon skin glowed, with just enough makeup to set her natural colors on fire. Her long black hair hung straight and shining to her waist. The color blended into brilliant red tips.

The red dye in her hair matched her bright red mini skirt and red stiletto heels. The color also went well with her red lacy thong, although this jerk was never going to see that. Her