Isabel was running late but had to be sure to stop by Jim and Pam's to drop off her baked goods. The last person she expected to run into was Dwight.
When she met him at the wedding, she was drawn into his animal magnetism to a degree she was not prepared for. It stung even more when he blew her off the following morning. She was sure that was it with one-night stands. No longer would she let herself be used by men that wanted nothing more than to use her and toss her away like trash.
She was surprised to see the odd assortment of vehicles in the driveway as she pulled up. Trucks with some odd-looking equipment. Rustic, almost. Maybe Amish. She let herself inside and heard a ton of racket towards the kitchen. She was not expecting what she found!
"Dwight? What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.
"Isabel? Oh, hi, how are you?" Dwight replied, also in shock.
All the man-hating rage she developed since they are last meeting seemed to just fall away like a wave breaking away from the shore. She looked at his sweaty arms and immediately her mind is flooded with the memory of them wrapped around her body as his thick cock pushed into her sopping wet pussy. Her hair in his hand as he took her from behind, squeezing her tits almost punishingly.
"...so, we're just doing a bit of remodel I supposed. Isabel? Earth to Isabel!" Dwight was droning on about something, but she could not focus on anything about the increasing dampness between her legs. Her breath was short, and she could feel her nipples pressing against her bra.
"Oh, yeah, that's fine, I'll just leave this here," she mumbled and sat down her goods. "I'll get out of your hair."
She moved to leave but was stopped as Dwight reached for her arm. "I can see by the quick rise and fall of your breasts, and the dilation of your eyes, combined with the," he lowered his head and sniffed deeply, "plasma seepage from your Bartholin glands indicating the vascular engorgement, that you are interested in fornication. Am I wrong?" he asked pointedly.
Dwight was not the only person here, as there were multiple other men, Amish it seemed, working with him. Was not sure how many, aside from the 3 in the kitchen with Dwight. They all were glancing in her direction now, nodding silently to each other.
"I, um, I d-d-don't know what you're t-t-talking about," she stammered, and laughed nervously.
Still with a hand on her arm, he pulled her into the center of the kitchen, circling behind her. With his free hand, he bunched her hair into a ponytail, pulling towards him. He pulled tightly, and Isabel reached a hand up to his. With his other hand, he guided her arm behind herself, resting her hand along his groin where she could feel his thick, large member growing. Isabel let out a small moan and closed her eyes. Her breasts stuck out more as her back arched, and Dwight let go of her hand on his cock, absently stroking on the outside of his pants now.
"As I told you all when I returned from my trip north," Dwight was speaking to his helpers now, "Isabel has some lovely, large milkers here. Ideal for nursing but not without their sexual appeal." With his freehand, he pulled her sweater down, manipulating her tits free from her bra. They were on display for all to see, perched atop her straining sweater and bra below. "Mose, come and see," he said.
A smaller Amish man stepped forward. He had a bowl cut and odd facial hair. She was hypnotized by Dwight's swollen cock in her hand. She attempted to unzip and free it, but he smacked her hand away.
"Now, now, you will get your prize, Isabel. Patience."
