I am outraged with my lawyer. I was shopping at Wholefoods, when I spotted a hot, ultramasc, str8 jock type. He was wearing compression shorts and a fitting exercise T. He was gorgeous: late 30s, square-buzzed beard down to sternum level, shaved head, massive biceps, and veiny thighs thicker than my waist. I felt a rush of blood to my cock. I needed that str8 jock dick in my faggot hole so fucking bad. I am married, but in an open relationship - my husbear doesn't care who seeds my hole, as long as he gets to do it hisself at the end of the day. So I went up to the str8 jock, who was browsing by the dairy counter with a couple of his gym buddies, and eyeballed him. Hard, unyielding eye contact. I'm in my mid-50s, but most folks guess mid-30s, and I was wearing denim cutoffs, a midriff-baring tanktop, and an aqua thong. I went straight up to him, and grabbed my crotch and said: "Yum!" Totally harmless. Nobody gets hurt from a little cruising.
The str8 jock went ballistic. He was enormous. At least 6'4" and built like a square shit brickhouse. I realized it was roid rage. He smacked me upside the head with his meaty fist and I collapsed bawling and shrieking for help, a massive handprint on the side of my face. He and his buddies dragged me out of the Wholefoods into the parking lot, where they proceeded to degrade me. They demeaned and humiliated me and called me all kinds of homophobic and misogynistic names. They queerbashed me, kicking me in the balls with their ripe and rank size 14 dawgs. They then pulled down my cutoffs to expose my tiny, erect cocklet. My 'manhood' was so puny compared to the lordly cocks unfurling in tight compression shorts. My boipussy was ripe for entry. My mantwat was oozing. I needed dick so bad, but I knew I wasnt' gonna get it. They pissed on me - they could all piss through hardons - and jacked their massive, unwashed, cheesy cocks. The air was full of piss, smegma, sweat, and ripe feet. My cock almost erupted from all the masc pheromones. They then took my car keys and threw them far out into the distance, so I had to walk around, pantsless, with a hardon, asking passers by for help. I was so humiliated! I've never been so degraded. I was stumbling around clasping my crotch, while passers-by laughed and called me homophobic names (I was shopping in a pretty deplorable rural district outside of Portland).
When I finally made it home, I called my lawyer, who is my husbear's fuckbuddy and is involved in gay issues. He seemed interested at first, and told my husbear with a flick of his wrist, "Oh, don't worry hun, I'll represent her pro boner."
So I explained what happened, and my lawyer said, "Shirley, don't be a nancy, you can't report that."
My husbear said, "Why not, Tayte, she got queerbashed. Next thing you know, they'll be lynching us again."
My lawyer said, "Hun, it's not good publicity for the community. She was cruising str8 meat. How do you think that will go down? You can't just grab your clit in public because you need your boicunt seeded with str8 cum."
I stormed out. This is outrageous, but my husbear insists my lawyer has a point. What does DL think? Should I get a new lawyer, or just drop it?
