Ivan woke up to the sizzling sound and decadent smell of frying bacon.

He padded into the kitchen to find Kristen Ford wearing a Star-Crossed Maid Café uniform, and frying up a batch of bacon in a cast iron skillet.

"Mmm, smells lovely," he remarked.

"Oh! Professor Zakhrov! You're awake!" exclaimed Kristen starting violently at Ivan's voice, and then blushing a deep crimson, as she felt his gaze roving over her body.

"Indeed I am," said Ivan, closing the distance between them, and roughly pulling Kristen towards him.

"Aaah!" she gasped, as Ivan spun her around, and sank his teeth into her neck.

"Hmm, somebody's being a naughty maid," he murmured against her skin, as his hand roved under her skirt to find a distinct lack of panties.

Kristen shivered as Ivan's teeth sank deeper into her flesh, and she felt his hand slide between her thighs to find her already wet and ready for him.

"Please, Professor Zakhrov," she moaned, "I need you so badly."

Ivan growled in response, and lifted Kristen onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide apart.

He spread her thighs, and dove into her pussy with his tongue, lapping at her clit and sucking on her folds.

"Aah! Professor!" moaned Kristen, shuddering from the stimulation.

"I warned you last night, Ms. Ford. It's been a long time," growled Ivan as he feasted on her warm fluids.

Kristen's head was thrown backwards, and a raw scream of pleasure escaped from her lips, as her climax wracked her body.

Ivan gave her trembling pussy a final lick before straightening and wiping his mouth.

He gently picked her up from the kitchen counter and carried her to the dining room.

"I can walk you know," pouted Kristen, as Ivan set her down on a dining room chair.

"I know, but I wanted to carry you," chuckled Ivan as he fetched the pan of bacon and a couple of plates.

Kristen jumped up and took the plates from him.

"No, no, no, Professor. I'm the one who should be doing that. After all, I am the maid," she said, and quickly set the table.

"All right," chuckled Ivan, and they sat to eat breakfast together.

"Professor, say Aaah," said Kristen, holding out a piece of bacon.

Ivan opened his mouth wide, and Kristen fed him the bacon.

"Mmm, delicious," he remarked, as he chewed the bacon.

They finished their breakfast, and Kristen cleared the dishes.

"Throw those in the dishwasher. It's time for a bath," growled Ivan, grabbing Kristen by the waist and easily lifting her off the ground.

"Eeek! Professor Zakhrov!" she exclaimed, as he carried her to the bedroom.

Ivan set Kristen down on the bed, and began to undress her.

"Please, Professor, be gentle," she pleaded, as Ivan removed her uniform.

"We're bathing together, Ms. Ford. I wash your back, you wash mine," he said firmly.

"Y-yes, Professor," she stammered.

Mercifully, Ivan let her walk into the en-suite bathroom ahead of him.

Ivan turned on the shower, and adjusted the temperature to a comfortable warmth.

He stepped into the shower, and pulled Kristen close to him.

She moaned softly as his hands roved over her wet body, teasing her nipples and caressing her curves.

"Professor," she mewled, as Ivan squirted shower gel into his hands, and began to lather it into her hair and body.

His powerful hands pulled her close, and he slid his throbbing erection into her wet and warm folds.

"Aah! Professor Zakhrov!" Kristen gasped, as Ivan began to thrust into her.

He held her tightly against him, and pounded into her with increasing speed and force.

"Yes, Professor! Harder!" she moaned, as her body arched against his.

Ivan growled in response, and increased his pace, driving Kristen to the brink of ecstasy.

With a final, powerful thrust, Ivan sent them both over the edge, and they cried out in pleasure as they climaxed together.

He slowly withdrew from her, and gently caressed her body, washing away the soap suds and the evidence of their lovemaking.

"My turn, Professor," said Kristen, recovering from her orgasm.

She took the shower gel from him, and began to lather his muscular body.

It was now Ivan's turn to gasp and moan, as Kristen's small delicate hands ran over his body, feeling every muscle.

"I never knew that you were so strong, Professor," she murmured, as she washed his back and shoulders.

Ivan shivered at the sensation, and felt himself growing hard again.

"I do try to keep in shape," he groaned, as Kristen's hand found his throbbing erection.

"Shh, Professor. Just relax," she whispered, as she began to stroke him.

Ivan closed his eyes, and let out a deep sigh of pleasure, as Kristen's hand slid up and down his shaft, while her soft breasts pressed into his back.

A low groan escaped from his lips, as her fingers gently massaged the sensitive head.

"Kristen!" he moaned, as he ejaculated, his hot seed spilling over her hand.

They stepped out of the shower, and dried off together.

"Um, Professor Zakhrov, I've got my overnight bag in the living room," said Kristen hesitantly.

"I'll go get it," chuckled Ivan, and he headed out to the living room.

He found Kristen's bag on the couch, and brought it up to her.

"Thank you, Professor," she said, taking the bag from him.

"You're welcome, Ms. Ford," he replied with a smile.

They started to get dressed. Ivan in his usual black suit, and Kristen in a navy blue skirt-suit with a white blouse.

"We need to talk about what's happened," said Ivan seriously, as they finished dressing.

"Before you go on, Professor. Let me just tell you that I don't have regrets, or second thoughts about what we've done," she said firmly.

"I feel the same way, but let me be honest with you. I'm more of a playing for keeps kind of guy. If we're going to continue seeing each other, I need to know that you're in this for the long haul," he said.

"I understand, Professor. And I'm not going anywhere, at least not in the foreseeable future," she replied.

"And, I've already been pretty badly burned by my marriage and now divorce from Annette. So, I'm not sure about my ability to fully trust.." he continued, but Kristen cut him off.

"Professor Zakhrov, I understand your concerns about trust. But I want you to know that what I feel for you is real. So please. Let's not turn this into a one-time thing," she said earnestly.

"All right, Ms. Ford. I believe you," he replied with a smile.

They shared a tender kiss, before Ivan picked up his briefcase, and they headed out the door together.

"I'll see you later, Professor," said Kristen, walking over to her parked Tesla Model 3.

"Indeed, Ms. Ford," replied Ivan, as he got into his black BMW M5, and drove off to MIT.

Kristen watched him go, before she started her own car, and headed to Sirius Software.

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