The young man’s face had a smirk on it and he was looking right into the camera from above. The name tag could be seen on the edge of the screen.
Zainab’s heart pounded heavily in her chest. She had never been attracted to these kind of men. She always passed them by as she sensed they stared at her body. Being a beautiful woman, she was used to men cat-calling her and men with dreadlocks were among the worst. She grew accustomed to this, and to ignoring them.
This was different. These not-so-innocent pictures stirred her up more than anything else she could remember. She found the pictures of the black penis to be mesmerising. She took a deep breath and ignored the strong instinct to delete the photos and never again have to deal with them, she instead saved them to her photos and continued shopping.
She pushed her cart down the aisle after aisle. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the image of the black penis out of her head. She picked up the bag of carrots. They looked tiny and pathetic when she realized she was comparing them to the mental image of that big black thing.
She tossed them down in disgust, moving to the avocados. She picked one up. It was heavy and the soft outer rind was pitted and wrinkled, just like those big black balls.
Zainab shook her head. What was going on? She continued shopping as if on autopilot, but couldn’t shake the images: eggplant? It curves just like the penis had. Even leaving the produce section, she saw it in every bottle of ketchup or shampoo. This unwanted image had lodged in her brain and she seemed unable to think of anything else.
Zainab found herself anxious to get home. She unloaded the car and ran into her bedroom. She grabbed her laptop, removed her jeans, and transferred the pictures of the black penis onto her computer. When this was done, she opened the pictures up and looked at them in a larger, more detailed format.
“Oh, my goodness! He’s huge! It looks so amazing!” She was all but drooling on herself as she looked at the penis pictures. She ran her fingers across the screen hoping to somehow feel the skin from her computer.
Her hand went straight for her clit. She was becoming wet and rubbed herself just a few times before she came. As her head was flooded with the image of the huge, black cock from the picture, she flooded her hand with her cum.
She repeated this three more times in about five minutes.
Her imagination went wild. She imagined sucking it, licking it, stroking it, rubbing it against her arms, breasts, and chest. Having sex with it. She had never fantasized about a man like that before and the effect it had on her took her by surprise.
After allowing herself to obsess over the penis pictures for about thirty minutes, she finally put her laptop away and continued with her day. Running errands, picking up children, cooking dinner, all completed while thinking about the big penis.
The next day she had some cleaning to do before the house help came to deep clean the house. In the morning, right after she dropped the twins off at school, she masturbated to the pictures five times (a new personal record for Zainab).
After the house help left, she masturbated again. She became so familiar with the pictures that she found she needed more of them. She wanted different angles, better lighting, and more of the body. She needed more.
She struggled with having so little visual access to such a fine penis.
Zainab found herself in a dilemma two days after being sent the texts. These two pictures created a desire for more, and she just didn’t have the means to acquire more.
Not being one for Internet porn, or any porn for that matter, Zainab never thought to look for other pictures of penises elsewhere. One reason she didn’t like porn was that the pictures and videos were too detached for her to really develop an interest in.
She didn’t know the people in the videos, she couldn’t just look at sexual pictures and have consistent orgasms. When she masturbated, she always closed her eyes and mentally fantasized about her husband, or on a rare occasion someone whom she had met in her life, not some professional porn celebrity that she would never have the opportunity to meet.
These pictures that “Uche” accidentally sent her were real. They were from a real person. They existed in her life. They weren’t part of an entertainment website. She knew where they came from. They were local, now they were on her phone, and her computer.
She thought: ‘Where did he come from?’ She repeated this thought standing in her kitchen. She knew basically where this guy worked. He could only work in the one boutique in the area.
She picked up her kids from school and completed her daily rituals straight through to the end. No surprises, nothing exciting, in other words, a very normal afternoon. Later that night, she didn’t even try to have sex with Ali as her mind was preoccupied with Uche’s penis.
‘I want to go to that boutique and visit him. See what he is like in person.’ She lay awake in bed thinking of her options. One thing was certain, she wanted more.
Zainab was a decent, church-going, Christian woman. She wasn’t given to drinking or partying. She had never really thought about cheating on her husband to get her sexual needs met. She wasn’t accustomed to having thoughts of cheating and fantasizing about other men.
‘I am going to go. Why not? Why shouldn’t I just go and see what he looks like? There’s no harm in that.’
She continued to fantasize about seeing him. She reminded herself that she knew what he looked like (and his name!) but he knew nothing of her. No one would know.
After several more minutes of tossing and turning, it was finally decided. She was going to wait until after noon the next day and spy on him. She would shop, just as if she were an ordinary customer.
She masturbated at this new thought of secretly visiting him while her husband slept next to her. Ali didn’t even say “hello” after work today. She was beginning to feel he was not sexually compatible with her anymore. She continued to rationalize her interest in Uche and his penis.
After the next day’s chores and errands were done she had ninety minutes before she had to pick up the kids. Before wasting any more time in deciding whether to go, she was off to Musa Yar’Adua Street; to the Eko Chic store where this Uche fellow worked.
She was going to secretly check him out which would most likely fuel her fantasy to the next level, or perhaps ruin her image of him and set her back to her normal routine. At this point, she had no idea what she was doing other than reacting to a very powerful, new-found lust.
What exactly she was going to do after seeing him at the store had not occurred to her yet. Zainab was responding to the irresistibly strong sexual urges that she had absolutely no experience with.
Zainab wore what she had on. Jeans, running shoes, a T-shirt and a running jacket as it was still a little chilly. She also decided to wear her sunglasses so she could look at him without drawing attention to herself.
She dressed as inconspicuously as possible, which was exactly how she dressed every day.
Her drive to the mall was a nervous one. She had never done anything like this before. She wasn’t adventurous sexually, or otherwise.
She was always a good daughter, sister, wife, and mother. She took her family to church every Sunday, gave to charity, and hosted sleepovers and parties for the kids. She had never been promiscuous, flirtatious, or wild. It just wasn’t who she was. And yet, here she was about to make a connection with a man because he had a big penis.
She pulled into the store and parked in the covered garage. She knew the basic location of the place. They had younger-style dresses and she had never actually shopped there for herself.
Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. To distract herself, she quietly narrated the walk to the store:
‘Left turn. Down the right side. It’s coming up.’ She walked very slowly. As she came to the boutique front, she looked in the display window. Then peered through to the sitting area. Searching.
Her heart skipped a beat. There he was. Uche. Leaning on the counter. His hand resting on his chin, looking out. Baggy, ill-fitting, khaki trousers, white button-down shirt- too wrinkly to be professional looking, slovenly-tied necktie, and black dress shoes. How old was he? Maybe 20 she guessed.
Under any other circumstances, Zainab wouldn’t have given this guy the time of day, not a first glance let alone a second, but this was a very different situation she found herself in. She was obsessed with the big black penis she had been looking at for the past three days.
It consumed her every thought. She was here, at this store in the mall during the week because she didn’t know what else to do. She was unable to control her actions regarding how she felt about the pictures.
If it weren’t for the wrong phone number, she would most likely live her life without the thoughts that have been consuming her as late.
Uche didn’t realize it, but the woman in the plain stay-home-mom clothes just outside the store he worked in had looked at pictures of his cock over one hundred times.
The digital image of his huge cock had unintentionally created a monster. A thirty-four-year-old, wife of ten years, mother of two, upper-middle class house-wife monster.
She decided to walk into the store and look around. Just to see how it felt to be close to him…to it.
Uche saw her approaching, her hair bouncing slightly with her gait. She was definitely hot, but not his type.
She looked too buttoned up, too conservative. He liked the wild ones. This kind of privileged woman rarely shopped at his store. But, as a horny young man, he did what he always did to make his time at work a little more interesting: he immediately began to imagine what she would look like naked… with her lips wrapped around his oversized dick…
“Good morning, Ma’am.” He said politely, engaging her.
“Hello. Just looking.” She smiled courteously.
“Let me know if you want to try anything on.” He walked around and then went in the back.
Zainab thought: ‘Nothing exceptional, no sparks flew, no chemistry.’ She decided she was crazy for even showing up and so she quickly left. The visit wasn’t a mind-blowing realization, it wasn’t an exchange of flirtatious stares or remarks. Their eyes didn’t meet in some magical moment. None of that occurred.
More importantly; however, and a fact that eluded Zainab, is that there was also no revulsion, no “deal-breaking” incident that soured her to him either.
She decided to go back to the store and in an instant, was back. This time, she had her phone in hand and had the camera turned to video. She was videotaping him as he was straightening the display shelves.
She kept the camera on him as long as she dared, then put it away and walked out, again. This time he didn’t notice it was her, so she felt she had gotten away with something. It was time she left and never came back.
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