Maids With Benefits
Copyright© 2026 by Voloken
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Edward Sheffield took a promotion no one else wanted. Transplanted indefinitely from New England to the Philippines, he's got a struggling branch office to salvage and a whole new world to navigate. He didn't expect the help to come in the form of a bratty maid, a mechanic whose smarts are matched only by her curves, and a smoky driver with trust issues. But Manila has a way of surprising people. Especially those who think they're beyond surprises.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Restart Cousins DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Interracial White Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Big Breasts Small Breasts
Monday morning started with Luz letting herself in as I read the news. She wasn’t wearing the maid outfit at first, but excused herself to the bathroom for a minute and came out in full getup. She cooked and served breakfast with less enthusiasm than the day before and looked a bit tired.
I shoveled the bacon and eggs into my mouth as I read the news. Luz sat beside me to watch YouTube as she ate from her bowl of garlic fried rice. She wasn’t used to early mornings, and the coffee hadn’t kicked in, but she’d managed to sleepwalk through cooking breakfast without burning the building down, so that was something.
I could see she was still upset about yesterday, though. She was clearly pissed at Mayumi, having kicked that little troublemaker out to Paz’s tiny, shitty, overpriced apartment (Mayumi’s words) for the foreseeable future.
I managed to calm her down a bit after they left, but it wasn’t pretty. She’d been alternating between crying and raging for a good two hours last evening. And this morning, I could tell that she was still mopey the moment she came in, despite being quietly excited about using her keys.
It was partly because of how sore she was—the consequences of virgin sex were not so easily dodged—and Mayumi, but that wasn’t all. There was something she wanted to talk about, I was pretty sure. Problem was, I didn’t have time. I’d need to leave in five minutes, whether Mayumi showed up or not.
At that thought, my phone buzzed. Mayumi was downstairs. Five to seven. Not quite six-forty-five like she promised, but honestly, I expected worse.
“I gotta go,” I said. “If you need anything, let me know.”
She grunted. I got up, got my stuff and headed to the door.
“Actually,” Luz piped up.
“Yeah?”
“Tell Mayumi to eat shit and die. Thanks.”
“I ... will think about it,” I said, halfway out the door. “Love you.”
“Love you.”
Upon meeting Mayumi downstairs, I was mostly worried that she was going to be dressed as she usually was. Which was to say, not enough. I was flabbergasted that she’d put, of all things, a gray pantsuit on. All her piercings were gone except for her ears and her usually wild blonde mane was set into a neat bun. Her makeup was subtle and tasteful. She looked about five years older, but in a good, respectable way.
“Worth it,” she said with a giggle. “So, what’s it gonna be, Master?”
I rolled my eyes. Mayumi wasn’t stupid, but she had no tact and was seemingly proud of it. As Paz had warned, though not in so many words, Mayumi needed to be brought down a couple of pegs, ego-wise.
“Luz asked me to tell you something,” I said, holding the gate open as she came in.
“Oh?” she said, smiling. “Is she over it? She totally overreacted yesterday.”
“Her exact words were, uh, ‘tell Mayumi to eat shit and die,’ I believe.”
She groaned. “It’s a good idea, though!”
“I don’t think she dislikes the idea,” I said, leading the way to my parking spot. “I think she didn’t like the way you barged in on such an important moment for her. Presentation matters, kitten.”
“Oooh,” she said, shivering. “I like kitten, Daddy.”
I chuckled. “That’s not the part I wanted you to focus on.”
Mayumi pouted, arms crossed as we reached the Phantom. “It was just sex; I didn’t think she’d be that upset.”
“It was her first time.”
“And? I barely remember my first time. Other than it sucked.”
“Different people treat these things differently,” I said. “I still remember my first time.”
“Well,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Different people are wrong.”
I hummed. Then I had an idea. I walked up to her and slammed her against the car door. Not too roughly, of course, but just enough to make a point. I braced my hands against the car on either side of her and lowered my face close to hers.
She was confused and a bit excited, though clearly not afraid. I was happy that she was so comfortable with me, but it was time to get serious.
“Is that how you feel about our first time, then, kitten?” I growled. I had gathered she enjoyed when I put on a protective, dominant persona. Papa Wolf, in short. I figured I’d indulge her a bit, if only to make a better point.
“Of course not, Daddy,” she said with a grin. “But you’re actually good, and your dick’s great. Probably the biggest I’ve ever had. Obviously, I want to remember you.”
“And what if I had been your first? Would you feel the same?” This line of reasoning felt a little bit too much like ‘would you still love me if I were a worm?’ but whatever. I was reasonably sure it’d work.
“I mean...”
“Really, kitten? You even have to think about it?” I caressed her cheek and brought my mouth to her ear, teasing her with my warm breath and whispering, “I’m crushed.”
She slapped my chest playfully. “Ugh, I get it, Daddy.”
I backed off a bit but kept my eyes on her.
“I guess it was a bit not cool to ruin her first time with you like that.”
I slapped her pussy over her clothes.
“Noooooo, Daddy, this suit’s a rental...” she whined.
“‘A bit not cool,’ is it?”
“A dick move...?”
“And...?” I rubbed her pussy lightly.
“Daddyyyy!”
“And you should...?”
She squirmed. “And I should ... say sorry?”
I slapped her pussy again. She groaned and bucked forward into me.
“Atta girl!” I said, rubbing her a bit more but then letting go.
“Daddy...” she breathed.
“Now!” I said, opening the driver’s door. “Drive, we’re already late.”
“Ugghhh, you suuuuck...”
“If you’re a good girl and do all your chores, I’ll reward you at the end of the day.”
Her eyes lit up and she saluted. “Sir, yes, sir!”
I chuckled. “Great. Now make sure I’m not late for work. You have twenty minutes to take me through thirty minutes of traffic.”
I settled into the back seat while she took the wheel.
“Without breaking any laws this time, kitten.”
She groaned. “You’re no fun ... but I do like a challenge.”
I chuckled. “I figured.”
I watched Mayumi drive off from the entrance to the regional HQ. She had her list of chores to do, not least of which was dropping off the Phantom with Paz. What I’d come up with was simple enough, and more of a test than anything else. It would be enough to gauge how focused she could be.
Work was otherwise mundane. There was something odd about the assembly line, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint what. Between the workers, the management, the process, and the materials, there was too much to check. Even after a month and change, I barely had a handle on the stuff that was actually working as intended, much less what needed fixing.
After the dullest presentation about silicon sourcing I had ever endured, led by an idiot who barely knew what he was talking about, I left for my lunch break genuinely irritated. No wonder production was flagging with people like that moron within a hundred yards of a managerial position.
I hadn’t even noticed that it had started to rain. I shook my head and checked my phone. Mayumi was where she should be, waiting for me in the drop-off loop with the Kia. I got in and slammed the door.
“Bad morning?” she asked.
“Let’s just go eat something,” I growled, already opening my laptop to type an email I’d probably regret
“Bad morning it is.” She drove onto the street. “Jollibee’s? That always cheers me up.”
“Sure, whatever.”
“Awesome.”