Beginning of a long journey

One evening, Arjun received a call from his boss, Mr. Suresh Reddy — a 55-year-old wealthy industrialist known for his strict nature and powerful presence. Suresh was looking for unique ideas to celebrate his 25th marriage anniversary with his wife, Mrs. Sunita.
Arjun saw an opportunity.
Without telling me anything, Arjun chose my outfit himself. He made me wear a very simple, cheap-looking cotton saree in plain navy blue — the kind regular maids wear. But the blouse he paired it with was deliberately scandalous: extremely thin, transparent white fabric with a deep plunging neckline and short sleeves. My massive DD-cup breasts were clearly visible through the sheer material, my thick brown nipples faintly outlined. No bra. The pallu was barely draped, constantly slipping and exposing my heavy cleavage. My exotic gold nath with its long pearl-ruby chain still swayed prominently across my cheek, clashing beautifully with the “maid” look. Minimal makeup, but my lips were painted deep red.
“You’re going to help at my boss’s house today,” Arjun said casually as he drove me there. “Just do whatever he asks. Make it special for their anniversary.”
He dropped me off at the luxurious bungalow and left immediately.

Mr. Suresh opened the door himself. He was a tall, heavy-set man with a commanding stare. At first, he looked at my simple saree and assumed I was new household help.
“So you’re the maid Arjun sent? Good. My wife is out for some shopping. Come inside and start with cleaning the bedroom.”
As I walked past him, my pallu slipped again. His eyes locked onto my enormous breasts clearly visible through the sheer blouse. He froze. The heavy sway of my tits, the prominent nipples, and the glittering traditional nath on my face told him I was no ordinary maid.
He quietly closed the main door behind me and locked it.
Before I could react, Suresh grabbed me from behind. One strong hand squeezed my massive left breast roughly while the other yanked my pallu completely off. “Arjun sent a whore disguised as a maid?” he growled, breathing heavily against my neck. “These tits… this nose ring… you’re that special ‘bride’ he always brags about, aren’t you?”
I gasped as he pushed me against the wall. He was forceful and hungry. He pulled my saree up to my waist, tore open the flimsy petticoat strings, and shoved two thick fingers into my smooth, trained hole. His other hand mauled my breasts through the transparent blouse, pinching my nipples hard. My cock stiffened instantly beneath the saree.
He didn’t wait long. Within minutes, he bent me over the expensive sofa, hiked the cheap saree fully over my back, and thrust his thick, veiny cock deep into my ass in one powerful stroke. He fucked me hard and selfishly — grunting like an animal, slapping my heavy swinging breasts, and tugging on my nath chain as leverage. The thin blouse ripped at the shoulder from his rough handling. He came violently inside me, filling my ass with thick ropes of cum while calling me his “anniversary gift.”
He wasn’t done. He made me suck him clean, then took me a second time on the marital bed — this time making me ride him so he could watch my massive tits bounce wildly through the torn, transparent blouse.

Later That Evening – Claiming Sunita
Mrs. Sunita returned home in the evening. She was a 48-year-old elegant, slightly conservative woman with a plump figure and large breasts. When she saw me — disheveled in the torn see-through blouse, saree wrinkled, nath chain still shining, and clearly freshly used — she was shocked.
Before she could react, her husband revealed everything. “This is Arjun’s special girl. She’s going to make our anniversary unforgettable… by giving us what you always wanted.”
That night, with Suresh watching and stroking himself, I took Sunita’s anal virginity.
I was gentle at first. I made her comfortable, kissing her, sucking on her breasts while fingering her ass with plenty of lube. When she was ready, I entered her slowly from behind. Sunita moaned loudly as I took her anal cherry, my massive breasts pressed against her back, my hard cock stretching her virgin hole. Suresh watched with dark lust as I fucked his wife’s ass deeper and deeper.
I stayed rock-hard the entire time. After nearly twenty-five minutes of slow then increasingly passionate anal sex, I flooded Sunita’s ass with a huge load while she came intensely from the new sensation. Suresh then took her pussy right after, pushing my cum deeper into her with his thrusts.
Two weeks later, Sunita tested positive. She was pregnant.
She proudly told her husband that the child was most likely mine — conceived from the load I left deep inside her that night. Suresh, instead of anger, was thrilled. He started regularly booking me for “household help” and paid Arjun handsomely for the privilege.

From then on, I became a regular visitor to Suresh’s house — sometimes as the “maid,” sometimes in full bridal finery. I continued fucking both husband and wife, breeding Sunita again in later sessions while Suresh took my ass.
The family’s circle of influence and pregnancies kept expanding, and my life as Rani grew even more intense.