1. the secret interfaith.


    Date: 5/15/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Asian, Authoritarian, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Hardcore, Interracial, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Mature, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Teen, Young, Author: prettynun2010, Rating: 43.8, Source: sexstories.com

    **co-writers with my friend from Imagefap, Reddwarf Faraj, the old skinny, boney, gray-bearded Imam with his dirty gray robe and turban sitting in his quiet study, surrounded by his thick, dusty books. As he reads from his holy Quran in the dim light, the quiet is broken by a gentle tap on the wooden back door of his study that opens to an alley behind the Mosque. Carefully setting aside his book, the old Iman goes to the door and opens it, peering into the shadowy night at the tiny figure framed in shadows. "H-hello Imam Faraj...Oh! Oh no! I...I mean Salaam! Salaam Imam! Oh dear, I wanted to get that right...oh!" the tiny girl stammered, her pretty young face clouded with worry and disappointment. The slender blond girl stood in the doorway, her white blouse and short plaid skirt rustling in the gentle evening breeze, the lamplight reflecting off of the tiny gold crucifix hanging on a chain around her neck. As the embarrassed teenager nervously worked her fingers together, she looked up hopefully into his wrinkled, kind brown eyes. The elderly Imam smiled warmly down at the youth, placing a thin but strong hand on her shoulder and gently guided her inside, shutting the door behind her. Amber was a student at the local Catholic school and as part of a project to understand other faiths, she had timidly come to the Mosque a few weeks ago and had met the Holy Imam, a tall imposing figure of a man who was surprisingly patient and wise, answering Amber's questions. The ...
    precocious girl became enamored of the strength and aura of authority that the Imam radiated and soon found herself attracted to the elderly man. Over the short time they had been together, Amber also noticed that her seemingly-innocent touches and "accidental" bumps against him had the effect she wished for; the quiet, studious persona the teacher projected began to soften into one of familiarity and affection. To Amber's delight, they had spent a few visits in his private study where she was unable to resist her urges to be near the great religious figure, to subtly offer herself to him in the way she sat close to him, the way she would leave a few buttons of her blouse undone and by arranging to lean in close to him as they studied the Holy Quran, letting him smell her fragrant hair. For such a young girl, even she could tell that he was aroused by the attentions and nearness of such a young woman and although they were of two very different faiths, the sheer animal attraction that was building between them was reaching a critical stage. Tonight, Amber could stand it no longer and was determined to relieve the incredible ache and heat that burned inside of her soppy, stained white cotton panties. "Imam Faraj, sir...I...umm...I just..." Amber stumbled to say, now unsure of herself in the moment, afraid now to make the bold move she had so carefully planned and dreamed of. "It's all right child, take your time. I have all the time Allah sends to listen, my dear." the deep, warm tones ...
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