Maids With Benefits
Copyright© 2026 by Voloken
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
The trip back to the apartment was quiet. I drove, and Mayumi didn’t make a scene. Paz watched me the whole way, surely wondering how I’d fix this. She had just threatened to cut my dick off for exactly this, after all.
There weren’t cops or firemen parked in front of the building, so that at least was encouraging. I left Mayumi and Paz to park the car and made my way upstairs as quickly as I could. Off the elevator, I quickly unlocked my door and called out.
“Luz?” She wasn’t in the entrance hall. “Honey, where are you?” No answer.
I made my way through the apartment room by room, finding nothing—until I reached one of the guest bathrooms. The one she’d used yesterday, after the spanking. The door was closed, but I heard sobs from inside.
“Luz?” I called through the door. The sobbing stopped. “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel left out.”
“It’s always like this,” she said, voice so soft and hoarse I could barely hear it. “I never get to be number one. Or two. Or three. I don’t get a number at all. Why are you here?”
“I’m here because you’re upset, honey,” I said. “I wasn’t about to leave you stranded here if you wanted to leave.”
“It figures,” she said through a sob. “You want me gone. Everyone does.”
“That’s not it at all!” I tried the knob, but it was predictably locked. “Luz, I should’ve known you’d want to go shopping too, it’s not—”
“It’s fine. Nobody ever thinks about me. Why should you?”
“Because I like you,” I said. “I enjoy your company. You’re cute, and sweet, and funny. Please open the door. I want to see you.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m making trouble,” she said. “It’s always like this. I’m always in the way. You’d rather spend your time with Mayu and Paz, but instead you have to be here. Here, dealing with me. Because I’m such a fuck-up. I’m sorry I ruined your date with the girls.”
“Luz,” I said, firm-voiced. “Listen to me. You’re not in the way. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re not a fuck-up. I made a mistake. A mistake I won’t make again. Now please, open the door. I have a gift for you. It was why I went out today. Paz and Mayumi helped me with it. Please, let me give it to you.”
She didn’t respond. A moment passed, then another. Nothing. I heard a soft grunt from behind me. I looked at the guest room door, where Mayumi and Paz were peering in. I shooed them with my hands. Paz pulled Mayumi away, but then quietly walked in. She was holding Luz’s keyring.
I patted my pocket. Fuck, of course it fell out in the car. Paz handed the gift to me with a complicated expression on her face. She didn’t say anything, though, and just retreated to ensure Mayumi stopped eavesdropping.
“Luz...” I sighed, turning back to the door. “I know we only just met, but I like you. I think you like me too. It’s ... normal to hurt each other sometimes. People are clumsy, dumb, hard to understand, and harder to please. People want contradictory things; people are pulled apart between what they know and what they feel. It’s just ... how it is. That’s what having someone else in your life is like. And you forgive the people you love, because you know they love and forgive you the same. Despite all imperfections. Yours and theirs.”
I heard the rustling of clothes, but only for a moment.
“If you want to leave, I’ll understand,” I continued. “But I hope—I really do—that today isn’t the last time we hurt one another. Because that’ll mean we won’t be friends anymore. And I want to be your friend, Luz. I really do.”
“And if I don’t want to just be friends?” she asked. “What if I want more? What if I’m even dumber, and clumsier, and harder to understand, and hardest to please? Why would you bother with me? Mayu is more fun. Paz is prettier. I’m nothing. I’m worth nothing.”
“That’s not true, Luz,” I said. “I’ve known you such a short time, and I already know you’re a sensitive, bright young woman. You’re a bit clumsy, but you’re driven. You’re a bit bratty, but you’re attentive. You’re a bit dramatic, but you’re fun to be with.”
“No one else thinks that. Everyone else knows I don’t matter.”
“That’s not true, but even if it were, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You matter to me, honey.”
“You don’t even know me.” Her voice was closer now. She was next to the door.
“I want to, though. Will you let me?”
“I don’t want to just be friends.”
“We can become that. Maybe we already are a little bit. But we have to be friends first. Even if you’re married, you have to be friends first.”
“I don’t understand why you’re bothering with me.”
“Because I like you, and I’ve enjoyed being around you.”
“I’ll get mad at you again. For no reason.”
I chuckled. “You had plenty of reason this time. Maybe you won’t in the future. But I’ll forgive you, because I know you’ll forgive me.”
“I do,” she said. The lock clicked, and the door cracked open. “I forgive you.”
Luz was still wearing her maid’s outfit, though her makeup was smudged and running. I hugged her tight, and she buried her face in my chest.
“I’m really sorry, honey,” I said, rubbing her back and scratching her head.
“It better be a really good gift,” she said, voice muffled.
I chuckled. “Paz made it, and the girls helped pick out some decorations.”
“Paz made it?”
“Yeah. I want to get you something more gift-y, though. I wasn’t expecting to make you so mad. So, you know, consider this part one of two.”
“One of many,” she whined.
I laughed again, and she giggled into my chest. “Sure. One of many.”
She slowly softened the hug and looked up at me with teary eyes. I kissed her on the forehead and took out the keyring.
“Here,” I said. “To the apartment.”
She looked at it and her eyes went wide. It was just a few keys on a simple ring with three little stuffed animal keychains that we’d bought at the supermarket.
“For me?” she asked.
“Of course.” I chuckled. It was such an adorable reaction. “A lion from Mayumi, a fox from Paz, and a bear from me.”
She gingerly let go of me. I made sure to keep a hand on her shoulder as I handed her the little gift. She took it from my hand as though it might shatter from a single touch. It was cute, but also a little sad.
In many ways, Luz behaved like ... a younger girl might. She wasn’t stupid or slow. Not intellectually at least. But emotionally? I’d need to be careful with her. She needed help to build herself up. Her mother, I believed, was well-intentioned but misguided when it came to dealing Luz’s issues.
It wasn’t exactly the most uncommon thing, these days. Many younger folks weren’t afforded the tools or opportunities to develop those skills and capacities, especially if they were ... different.
I was no psychologist, but I had a strong hunch that Luz might be neurodivergent in some way. My guess as an opinionated layman was bipolar, or maybe ADHD. Regardless, it might have prevented her from forming or maintaining the relationships needed to develop emotional maturity.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you liked it, honey.”
She hugged the little animals, then looked up at me, got on her tiptoes and stole a quick kiss. That surprised me a little, and that was clearly not the reaction she’d hoped for.
“I’m sorry,” she said, blushing and looking down at her feet.
I chuckled, gently using two fingers to tilt her face up to meet mine.
“Naughty girl,” I said, voice dropping to a low rumble. “You didn’t ask permission to kiss your Master.”
She shivered, exhaling sharply. Her breath warm against my skin.
“You’re lucky that I’m feeling forgiving, honey,” I said, stealing a kiss myself. She tried to follow as I broke the kiss, but I held her in place. “Eager. I like that. I’m in a good mood. Would you like your second gift right now, honey?”
She gave a shallow nod, her pupils dilating, her breath catching.
“Do you want me to take you for myself, honey? Do you want me to make love to you?”
Her breath quickened as she nodded again.
“Say it.”
“I—” The words caught in her throat. “I want—”
“Yes?”
She bit her lower lip. “I want you to—”
Her throat seized up from the sheer nervousness. She scrunched her eyes closed with a squeak.
“It’s okay, honey. One word at a time.”
“I want ... I want you to take my virginity.”
This time I managed to control my expression, showing her a kind smile. It was ... surprising that she was a virgin at twenty-five, but probably it shouldn’t have been. She was beautiful, but as I’d already gathered, not very social. Perhaps even sheltered by her mother.
“Are you sure, honey?” I said, caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers. “There are plenty of other things we can do.”
“I want to ... unless ... you don’t?” She frowned. Her breath trembled, a shadow crossing her face. She was very easy to read.
“I do want to, honey,” I said with a measured voice. “But you can only give it to one man. We’ve only just met. Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured into this.”
“No!” she shouted. “No...” she whispered sheepishly. “I—You’re not—I want this.”
“We could do this later,” I said, running a hand through her silky dark hair. “I don’t want you to do this because you think I’ll disappear on you. I plan to keep you around for a long, long time.”
She nuzzled my hand, practically purring into it. “I’m not. I really, I—I want it to be you. I know I do. Please.”
I grabbed her chin, firmly but not roughly. Fixing her gaze on mine, I waited a few seconds. She grew nervous in that time, fiddling with her clothes.
“Very well,” I said. She relaxed, almost falling over. “But first you must ask politely.”
“Please!” she shouted again. “Please, Master! Let me give myself to you, please! I want you to own me! My virginity! My body, my mind, my soul!”
Outwardly, I smiled and nodded. Inwardly, I was a bit concerned about how hardcore she was about this. This was just roleplay, right? Right? Well, I guess I’d have to commit either way.
“I accept your offering.”
She smiled so wide I thought she’d hurt herself. I kissed her forehead again and she started vibrating with giddiness.
“Now,” I said, taking a step away from her. “Undress me.”
She swallowed, then nodded. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned my shirt. Her face was very close to my chest, and she took deep breaths, drawing closer every time she did.
My shirt was opened without incident, and she moved on to my belt and shorts. She struggled a bit with the catch but managed to unlatch the thing in short order. Then she unbuttoned my shorts. She squeaked when they fell to the ground, leaving only my underpants between her and my cock.
She watched my growing bulge with wonder for maybe fifteen seconds, until I coughed.
“Sorry, Master!” she said with a startled jump, then removed my open shirt, carefully folding it and placing it on a nearby chair.
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