Amai Liu stepped into the spacious house, her small frame swallowed by the oversized maid uniform her mother had insisted she wear. At eighteen, the Asian teen with her dark brunette hair tied in a neat ponytail felt out of place in this role. Her mom was the regular cleaner here, but a sudden flu had left Amai filling in. She needed the cash for college books, even if scrubbing floors made her cringe. The outfit clung to her slim body, the short skirt barely covering her thighs, and the white blouse strained slightly over her tiny tits. Her braces glinted as she bit her lip, scanning the living room.
Carlos Rios, the housemaster, lounged on the leather couch, his broad shoulders filling out a fitted shirt. He was in his late thirties, muscular from years of gym sessions, towering over Amai’s five-foot-two height by at least a foot. His dark eyes flicked up from his phone as she entered, a smirk playing on his lips. He owned this place outright, a successful entrepreneur who demanded perfection from his staff. But today, seeing the young substitute, his gaze lingered on her smooth legs and the way the uniform hugged her narrow hips.
“You’re the new help?” Carlos asked, his voice deep and commanding. He set his phone aside, leaning forward.
Amai nodded, her cheeks flushing. “Yes, sir. My mom couldn’t make it. I’m Amai. I’ll get started right away.” She grabbed the bucket and mop from the entryway, her heart pounding. He was cute—intimidatingly so—with his strong jaw and confident posture. As she bent down to scrub the hardwood floor near the coffee table, she arched her back a little more than necessary, her skirt riding up to reveal the edge of her white panties. She knew he was watching; she could feel his stare like a physical touch.
Carlos shifted in his seat, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight. This teen maid was a surprise—petite, innocent-looking with those braces that made her smile look even more youthful. He cleared his throat. “Take your time. Make sure you get every spot clean.”
Amai glanced over her shoulder, catching his eyes on her ass. A thrill shot through her. She hated cleaning, but this? This felt different. She dipped the mop in the bucket, but her hand slipped—or maybe she made it slip—and water splashed across her blouse. The thin fabric turned sheer instantly, clinging to her skin and outlining her small, perky tits. No bra today; she’d been in a rush.
“Oh no,” Amai gasped, feigning surprise. She stood up, the wet material dripping down her flat stomach. “I’m so sorry, sir. It’s ruined.”
Carlos’s eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the view—her dark nipples hardening against the translucent blouse, her tiny tits barely a handful. “Can’t work like that. Take it off. I don’t want water everywhere.”
Her pulse raced. This was escalating fast, but the way he commanded her made her pussy tingle. Submissive by nature, Amai had always fantasized about a strong man taking control. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly, letting it slide off her shoulders to pool at her feet. Now topless, she stood there in just the skirt and panties, her braces flashing as she smiled shyly. “Better, sir?”
Carlos stood, towering over her. He reached out, his large hand cupping one of her tiny tits, thumb brushing her nipple. “Much better. You’re not like your mom. You’re… fresher. Like a little doll I can play with.”
Amai shivered at his touch, her body responding instantly. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, and she let out a soft moan. “I… I can clean however you want, Mr. Rios.”
He chuckled, his other hand gripping her chin, tilting her face up. “Call me Master. And you’ll do more than clean today.” Without warning, he pulled her close, his mouth crashing down on hers. His tongue invaded, tasting her sweetness, while his hands roamed her bare back, dipping lower to squeeze her ass through the skirt.
Amai melted into the kiss, her small hands pressing against his chest. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly, thick and insistent. When he broke the kiss, he spun her around, bending her over the coffee table. “Spread your legs, doll. Show me what you’re offering.”
Obediently, she parted her thighs, the skirt hiking up to expose her panties fully. Carlos yanked them down, leaving her ass bare and vulnerable. He slapped it lightly, watching the flesh jiggle. “Good girl. Now, stay still while I inspect my new toy.”
His fingers traced her pussy lips, finding them already slick with arousal. Amai whimpered as he slid one finger inside, then two, pumping slowly. “So tight. Virgin?”
“N-no, Master,” she breathed, pushing back against his hand. “But not much experience.”
“Perfect. I like breaking in amateurs.” He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
Amai sucked eagerly, her braces grazing his skin as she licked her own juices off. The act made her feel dirty, submissive—just a teen doll for his pleasure. Carlos unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, veined and throbbing, at least eight inches long. He stroked it once, then pressed the head against her lips. “On your knees. Suck it like the maid slut you are.”
She dropped to the floor, her tiny tits bouncing slightly. Kneeling before him, Amai wrapped her small hands around his shaft, her mouth opening wide. Her braces shone as she took the tip in, tongue swirling around the head. Carlos groaned, threading his fingers through her brunette hair, guiding her deeper.
“That’s it, braceface. Take more.” He thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. Amai gagged but didn’t pull away, her eyes watering as she bobbed her head. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating his cock as she sucked hungrily. She hollowed her cheeks, using her hands to pump what she couldn’t fit, her tiny tits heaving with each breath.
Carlos watched her, loving how her Asian features looked stretched around his dick—the way her braces added a naughty edge. “Fuck, you’re good at this. Natural cocksucker.” He face-fucked her steadily, his balls slapping her chin. Amai moaned around him, the vibrations sending jolts through his length.
After several minutes, he pulled out, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “Stand up. Time to fuck that tight teen pussy.”
Amai rose on shaky legs, her skirt still hiked up. Carlos stripped off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs, then shoved her skirt down too, leaving her completely naked. He lifted her effortlessly, her light body like nothing to his strength. Carrying her to the couch, he sat down with her straddling him.
“Ride me, doll. Show Master how much you want it.” His hands gripped her hips, positioning her above his cock.
Amai reached down, guiding his tip to her entrance. She sank down slowly, gasping as he stretched her walls. “Oh god, it’s so big…” Inch by inch, she took him in, her pussy clenching around his girth. When she bottomed out, her clit ground against his base, and she started rocking her hips.
Carlos thrust up to meet her, his hands mauling her tiny tits, twisting her nipples. “Bounce harder. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
She obeyed, rising and falling, her braces clicking as she bit her lip in pleasure. Sweat beaded on her skin, her brunette ponytail swinging. The room filled with the wet sounds of their joining, her juices coating his balls. “Yes, Master! It feels so good…”
He slapped her ass, urging her faster. Amai rode him like a pro, her small body slamming down, taking every inch. But Carlos wanted more control. He stood suddenly, still buried inside her, and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he bounced her on his cock, pounding her mid-air.
Amai cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Master! I’m your toy… fuck me harder!” The position let him hit deep, his cock battering her cervix with each thrust. Her tiny tits jiggled wildly, nipples scraping his chest.
Carlos growled, his muscles flexing as he used her like a fuckdoll. “That’s right. Just a submissive teen for me to use.” He spun her around, pressing her against the wall, and drove into her from behind. One hand pinned her wrists above her head, the other rubbed her clit furiously.
Amai’s orgasm built fast, her pussy spasming. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, Master!” She shattered, squirting around his cock, her body trembling.
But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, setting her on her knees again. “Open wide. But not in your mouth—on those flat tits.”
Amai knelt, pushing her tiny tits together, her braces gleaming as she looked up at him. Carlos jerked his cock rapidly, grunting as ropes of hot cum shot out, splattering her chest. Thick white strands coated her nipples and dripped down her stomach, marking her as his.
Panting, she smiled, scooping some up and licking it off her finger. “Thank you, Master. I loved being your maid doll.”
Carlos tucked himself away, smirking down at her cum-covered form. “Clean up the mess—starting with yourself. And come back tomorrow. Your mom’s fired.”
Amai’s eyes widened, but a naughty grin spread across her face. This job just got a whole lot better.
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Amai Liu had always been the good girl, the one who followed rules and helped out when needed. But deep down, there was a spark of rebellion, a craving for something more thrilling than textbooks and part-time jobs. That’s how she ended up in Carlos Rios’s lavish home that crisp afternoon, dressed in a frilly maid outfit that felt more like a costume than workwear. The black skirt swished against her thighs with every step, and the white apron tied around her waist accentuated her slim, petite figure. Her brunette hair was pulled back, a few strands framing her face, and her braces caught the light as she adjusted the bucket in her hand.
The house was a mansion compared to her family’s modest apartment—high ceilings, polished floors, and furniture that screamed wealth. Carlos was the master of it all, a dominant figure in both business and personal life. Amai had heard whispers from her mom about him being strict, but nothing prepared her for the reality. As she entered the living room, he was there, sprawled on the couch like a king on his throne. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattooed forearms, and his gaze locked onto her immediately.
“You must be the replacement,” Carlos said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. He didn’t stand, just appraised her from head to toe, lingering on her legs and the subtle curve of her hips.
“Yes, sir,” Amai replied softly, her Asian accent light but noticeable. She set the bucket down and began dusting the shelves, trying to ignore how his presence filled the room. But as she reached up, her skirt lifted slightly, and she felt exposed. Purposefully, she bent lower when wiping the lower surfaces, sticking out her ass just enough to tease.
Carlos noticed. Of course he did. His cock stirred as he watched the young teen maid work, her movements innocent yet provocative. She was tiny, barely reaching his chest, with those braces that made her look even more like forbidden fruit. “Scrub the floor next. On your hands and knees.”
Amai’s cheeks burned, but she complied, dropping to all fours. The position pushed her skirt up, revealing the lace of her panties. She dipped the cloth in soapy water, but her hands were trembling—nerves or excitement, she couldn’t tell. Then, the spill happened. Water sloshed over the edge, soaking her blouse from collar to hem. The fabric turned transparent, clinging to her skin like a second layer, her tiny tits visible beneath, nipples pebbling from the cool air.
“Clumsy girl,” Carlos chided, but his tone held amusement. He rose, closing the distance in two strides. “Strip it off. I won’t have you ruining my floors further.”
Heart hammering, Amai peeled the wet blouse away, her small breasts bouncing free. They were perky, with dark areolas the size of quarters, begging for attention. She stood there, half-naked, skirt still on, feeling his eyes devour her. “I’m sorry, Master—I mean, sir.”
He stepped closer, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. “Master is right. And for that slip, you’ll earn your keep differently today.” His free hand cupped her left tit, squeezing firmly. Amai gasped, her body arching into his touch. The roughness excited her; she was his submissive toy now, a teen doll to command.
Carlos’s mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue dominating, exploring every inch. Amai kissed back tentatively at first, then with growing hunger, her braces adding a metallic tang. His hands roamed, unhooking the apron and yanking the skirt down her legs, leaving her in just panties. He broke the kiss to trail bites down her neck, sucking on her collarbone while pinching her nipples hard enough to make her yelp.
“On the table,” he ordered, spinning her and bending her over the polished wood. Amai’s ass presented itself, round and firm despite her slender build. Carlos hooked his fingers in her panties, ripping them off with one tug. Her pussy was bare, shaved smooth, lips already puffy and wet.
“Such a eager little slut,” he murmured, slapping her ass cheeks until they pinked. Then his fingers delved between her thighs, stroking her clit before plunging two inside her tight heat. Amai moaned, pushing back, her juices flowing freely. He finger-fucked her roughly, curling to hit her G-spot, while his thumb circled her asshole teasingly.
“Please, Master… more,” she begged, her voice high and needy.
He laughed darkly, withdrawing his hand. “You’ll get more. But first, service me.” Turning her around, he pushed her to her knees. His pants dropped, and his cock sprang free—thick, veined, with a slight upward curve. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. “Suck it, braceface maid. Show me your amateur skills.”
Amai’s mouth watered. She leaned in, licking the underside from balls to head, savoring his musky taste. Her small hands gripped the base, stroking as she took him in, lips stretching wide. The braces scraped lightly, adding sensation that made Carlos hiss. She bobbed her head, taking more each time, gagging when he hit her throat but persisting. Saliva bubbled out, dripping onto her tiny tits as she worked him over.
“Fuck, yes. Deepthroat it,” Carlos demanded, holding her head and thrusting. Amai’s eyes teared, but she relaxed, letting him fuck her face. Her tongue swirled, teeth grazing just enough to edge him. He pulled out after minutes of this, his cock slick and shiny.
“Enough foreplay. I need that teen pussy now.” He hoisted her onto the table, spreading her legs wide. Positioning himself, he rubbed his cock along her slit, then slammed in. Amai screamed in pleasure, her walls clenching around his invasion. He was huge, filling her completely, stretching her to the limit.
Carlos set a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. “Take it, doll. You’re mine to fuck.” His hands pinned her thighs, keeping her open as he pounded deep. Amai’s tiny tits jiggled with each thrust, her braces flashing in her open-mouthed moans.
She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. “Harder, Master! Use your sub toy!” The table creaked under them, the room echoing with wet smacks and gasps.
He flipped her onto her stomach, re-entering from behind. One hand fisted her ponytail, pulling her head back as he railed her doggy-style. His other hand reached around to rub her clit, building her to the edge. Amai came hard, her pussy milking him, squirting onto the wood.
But Carlos held back, pulling out to lift her again. This time, he carried her to the couch, impaling her while standing. Her weight drove her down onto his cock, gravity aiding each bounce. “Ride me in the air, little one.”
Amai clung to him, her nails raking his back as he bounced her relentlessly. Sweat slicked their bodies, her juices running down his thighs. Another orgasm ripped through her, but he kept going, switching to press her against the wall, fucking her standing with her legs hooked over his arms.
Finally, sensing his release, he set her down. “Kneel. Catch it on your flat chest.”
Amai dropped, presenting her tiny tits. Carlos stroked furiously, erupting in thick spurts—cum painting her nipples, pooling in the valley between her breasts, dripping to her navel. She rubbed it in, smiling up at him with cum-glazed satisfaction.
“Good doll,” he panted, zipping up. “Shower and clean the house properly. Then report back for round two.”
Amai nodded, her body aching deliciously. “My mom is a maid, and sometimes when she’s sick I’ll clean her clients’ houses for her. I hate it, but I could use the money. Today, though, one of the clients was this really cute guy. He was so big and strong—he was like a foot taller than me! When I was bending down and scrubbing the floor, I made sure to stick out my ass for him. Then I spilled water on my shirt, but that was just an excuse for me to take it off. When he saw my little tits, he couldn’t resist. He fucked me so good, he even lifted me up in the air and pounded me that way!”
As she headed to the bathroom, Amai knew she’d be back. This submissive life as Carlos’s teen doll was addictive.
