Maids With Benefits
Copyright© 2026 by Voloken
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
I bolted upright as the knocking on my door escalated to slamming. My phone was going off like crazy but I couldn’t find it, tangled as it was in the sheets. The final wisps of the dream I’d been having flickered away as the sleep fog cleared from my mind.
It had been a good dream—a very good dream, judging by how hard my dick was. That was the second time in as many days that my morning wood would be better classed as morning steel. It was also the second time in as many days that I’d be dealing with Mrs. Gallardo this early, if the shouting was any indication.
“Edward!” she called, barely muffled by the door. “I got places to be! Open door!”
I rolled out of bed lazily, stretched, and yawned. My hand hurt, but overall, I woke up much better than yesterday, all things considered.
“A cream pie a day keeps the doctor away,” I murmured to myself. Though speaking of Mayumi ... dealing with her might be more trouble than I bargained for, but right now it felt more than worth it. God, that was the first time I had sex in ... a while. A long while. I needed the release.
“Edward! Wake up, lazy bum!” Mrs. Gallardo shouted.
I sighed, then took a deep breath. With only boxers and a slowly fading hard-on to show for myself, I marched to the entranceway. I doubted Mrs. Gallardo would care, and Luz might even enjoy it.
“On my way!” I shouted, and the knocking finally stopped.
“Oh good! I thought you die in there!” Mrs. Gallardo said as I opened the door. “Bad for business. If you gonna die, do it outside!”
“Good morning, Rosita.” I noticed Luz hiding behind her mother, peeking out from behind the older woman, red-faced and nervous. I wondered if Mayumi had told either of them anything. “And you as well, Luz.”
“I only here for little time,” Mrs. Gallardo said. “Make sure you still keep deal.”
“Of course,” I said, feigning offense. “My word is my bond. If I must keep a pretty little housekeeper for a while, then I shall do so without complaint.”
“Pretty,” Mrs. Gallardo agreed. “But clumsy. If she do—” She zeroed in on my hand, marked with surprisingly few black and blue bruises, given the suffering I put it through yesterday. “What happen to your hand?”
I looked at it and chuckled. “Well, you told me to spank Luz, so I did.” Luz had clearly wanted her mother to know, so I might as well reinforce the story.
She narrowed her eyes, still looking at the hand. She then turned around to stare at Luz. Only now did I get a proper look at her. She was wearing a maid’s outfit. Though it had a summer cut, with very short sleeves that barely covered the shoulders, the rest of the outfit was quite conservative.
It had a skirt that went down to her knees, and a closed chest with a bow wrapped around the collar. Though predominantly black, it had white frills, and a thick white apron covered most of her chest and the front of her skirt.
It looked so functional that Luz’s embarrassment seemed silly. Maybe it was a bit over the top, but they were quality clothes. Sure, she looked sexy as fuck in that outfit, but still, it would help her do her job.
“You listening?” Mrs. Gallardo asked.
I blinked and refocused. “Sorry?”
“I ask: you pull down pants?”
“What?”
“When spank?” She made a slow, downward swing. “You pull down pants? Yes? No? Easy question, boy.”
“What?!” I took a step back. “Yesterday? No!”
“You spank over pants?”
“Yes!”
“Ayy, I have do everything myself!” Mrs. Gallardo sighed. “You spank skin, boy!” she explained. “Or you hurt hand more than ass! Is common sense!”
“Well, I—I only met her yesterday! I wasn’t about to—”
“Ugh.” Mrs. Gallardo raised her hands theatrically. “Is just ass, boy. Normal thing.”
She grabbed Luz by the shoulders and turned her around, drawing a squeak in the process. She then flipped Luz’s skirt, revealing her white-cotton-clad cheeks. Before the mortified girl could flatten her skirt, Mrs. Gallardo gave it a meaty slap.
“See?” she said. “Easy. She not even hurt from yesterday. Jeans too thick!”
Luz, for her part, had become paralyzed by the ordeal, which made Mrs. Gallardo’s demonstration a bit less believable. Regardless, the older woman, never one to let anyone get a word in edgewise, was already moving on.
“I just here to make sure she come,” Mrs. Gallardo continued. “I go now. Keep eye on her. Spank proper if she fuck up! Maybe use other hand though. You put that one on ice. Is good for healing.”
“Right,” I said, voice flat. Mrs. Gallardo either missed or ignored my exasperation. “I’ll make sure to.”
“And remember, Edward: relax!”
And with that, she was off to do ... whatever it was she did.
“You alright, Luz?” I asked as soon as the door was shut.
“Ye—yeah,” she squeaked, turning around to face me. She was red as a tomato and mortified. “Sorry, I’m just a bit...”
I put a hand on her head and ruffled her hair a bit. She protested, but only briefly before settling down.
“It’s alright, honey,” I said. “So, what do you want to do? Have you had breakfast?”
“Um ... if you wouldn’t mind ... I could eat.”
“What time is it anyway?”
“8AM.”
Good a time as any for breakfast. I started walking toward the kitchen. “Well, I’ve got some bread, bacon, eggs...”
Luz pulled on my arm. I turned around, eyebrow raised.
“I ... I saw you had pancake mix,” she said. “Yesterday. I’ll make some pancakes. Okay?”
“Of course. You don’t want help?”
“No. I can ... I can do it myself.”
“Well, alright then. I’ll grab my laptop and set myself up at the dinner table, if that’s okay?” The kitchen/dining area was open plan, so we’d only be separated by a waist-high counter.
She nodded, smiling brightly, and practically skipped to the kitchen. I chuckled and did as I said. I needed to read some reports anyway, and there were worse views to work to.
Luz’s cute, fluttering form and jigglier-than-it-looked ass were more distracting than I figured, so I got less done than I’d hoped by the time she was ready to serve me. Though she also probably took a bit longer than she would’ve, judging by how often she glanced at his shirtless chest.
Luckily, she neither hurt herself nor the food. The pancakes were fluffy and sweet, too. While I’d never been the biggest fan of a sugary breakfast, I wasn’t about to refuse a home-cooked meal. Especially since Luz was watching me like a hawk.
I lazily closed my laptop and put it aside. Maybe it was a bit mean, but I couldn’t help myself and indulged in a little bullying. I ate slowly, watching as Luz’s eyes grew wider and wider in expectation. Her nervousness crescendoed as I took the first bite. It was honestly delicious. I was no food critic, but the pancakes weren’t too sweet; they were fluffy without being chewy, and they had just about the right amount of syrup. No notes.
I did take my sweet time, though, making what I figured were degustation noises. Eventually, I put my silverware down, laced my fingers together in front of me and rested my chin on them, taking on a pensive pose.
Luz waited with bated breath. It was all I could do not to giggle.
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