At last, some exposition

“So,” Zair began, after swallowing down some food and before drawing a deep breath as one of Sienna’s hands found its way in between his legs and she took hold of his cock, “the two of you…”

“Yes?” Sienna cocked an eyebrow and offered Zair a sultry smile, having caused him to fall silent by beginning to jerk his fuckpiece, rubbing her thighs together and squirming in her seat as she savoured the steady throbbing of Zair’s dick.

“Sienna, stop teasing him,” Francisca urged her friend, smiling at her and Zair from across the wide table.

“Oh, he doesn’t mind,” Sienna replied, before locking eyes with Zair, “Do you, Zair?”

“Just slow down a little,” Zair answered, his voice a little uneven as Sienna circled several fingers around his cockend, after which he spread his legs wider apart to offer her easier access to his cock.

“You were trying to ask something earlier, weren’t you?” Francisca picked up the previous topic of conversation as Sienna proceeded to slowly jerk Zair off while he did his best to continue eating.

“Yeah, uh, what is it that the two of you do?” Zair asked, being conscious of how he and Francisca were seated directly opposite to one another meant that his hard schlong was currently aimed straight at her underneath the table.

“Apart from becoming more and more infatuated with you and your magnificent cock?” Sienna replied, not missing a beat, before Francisca let loose an excited shriek when the plume of precum that left Zair’s pisshole ended up smacking against the front of her white dress, the point of impact being just above her bald, juicing slit.

“Yes, apart from that…” Not being able to contain himself much longer, Zair **** Sienna to let go of his cock by pushing his chair away from the table, and didn’t stop until he was sitting with his right side towards the table, at which point Sienna dove down onto her knees in front of him, both her hands wrapped around his cock while she sent him a loving smile with her lips positioned only an inch or so from the plump crown of his member.

“We’re thieves,” Francisca announced, quite matter-of-factly, just as Zair’s cockend disappeared into Sienna’s mouth.

“Thieves?” Zair queried, looking straight at Francisca, while from in front of him came the sound of Sienna groaning hornily at the powerful discharge of prejizz that he had just released into her maw.

“Yes, we’re high-end thieves, most of our jobs are contract ones,” Francisca continued on, and a confused Zair found himself wondering why she was so willing to tell him that.

“Why are you telling me this?” Zair thus replied, groaning out as Sienna’s right hand found his balls while her tongue swirled round his cockhead.

“Sienna told me about what you did for her, and about Alva,” Francisca explained, while Sienna groaned around Zair’s cock and began to slowly bob her head up and down over it, swallowing it whole in long, determined thrusts while continuing to softly fondle Zair’s testes.

“Who’s she, anyway?” Zair asked, having enough time to reflect on how surreal his current situation seemed to him before surrendering another hefty blast of precum to Sienna, who greedily swallowed it down her cock-stuffed throat.

“Up until today, I’d say she was our partner and friend, someone who could back us up and offer us some muscles, should we ever need it.”

“So what changed?”

“You’d have to ask Sienna about that, I wasn’t there…” Francisca replied.
Turning his gaze towards Sienna, who stopped sucking his cock for a moment, Zair locked eyes with her again, then groaned as she seemed to sort of shrug her shoulders a little before resuming her spirited sucking of his dick.

“And she doesn’t want to let go of your big dick?” Francisca asked, smilingly, then giggling at how Zair shook his head in response.

“My guess though is that it all has something to do with that fucking crosier,” Francisca offered, and this left Zair feeling confused, though he was quite accustomed to feeling confused by now.

A startled, slightly dumbfounded “Crosier?” was thus Zair’s immediate response to Francisca’s statement.

“Gods, you really aren’t from around here, are you?” Now it was Francisca’s turn to look startled and surprised, though she soon giggled again at the groan coming from Zair and the muffled moan that followed from Sienna.

“No,” Zair replied, lifting his ass off his seat and thrusting his hips up to meet Sienna as she once again plunged her mouth down onto his steel-hard fuckmast, the gorgeous babe not stopping her downward motion until her lips brushed against his curly pubes.

“Well, the crosier is the symbol of the highest political authority in Tharros, to be shown-off in public once a year, on Regency Day. The next Regency Day is three weeks away…”

“And the crosier’s been stolen.” Zair filled.

“Three days ago,” Francisca nodded, the swaying motion nearly causing her huge boobs to pop out through the deep, plunging neckline of her dress, “And since then, every prominent thief in the city have been in an awful lot of trouble.”

“I take it the two of you didn’t steal it then,” Zair remarked.

“If we had, we would have on our merry way to Qir by now,” Francisca explained, “So no, we didn’t.”

“But someone thinks you did.”

“More likely someone thinks we might have, and is hounding us just in case. And they somehow managed to get Alva to switch sides and go after us, roughing up Sienna like that.”

“You’ve no idea of who it is that’s after you then?”

“I can think of a dozen or so likely candidates,” Francisca frowned, then formed her lips into a wry smile, “Thieving isn’t always the nicest and most peaceful of professions.”

“And where do I come into all this?”

“Well, we’re in a pretty tight spot, and you do seem to have a knack for saving damsels in distress…”

“I wouldn’t exactly classify either of us as all that much of a damsel,” Sienna cut in, having popped Zair’s cock out of her mouth for just long enough to get that said.

“True, I guess,” Francisca chuckled as Sienna went back to deep-throating Zair, whose balls were swelling from the slow but steady fashion in which Sienna was coaxing him on towards his next orgasm.

“You want me to start working with you.”

“That’s about it, yes.” Francisca nodded, then waited for Zair to respond.
Zair fell silent, considering his prospects. He was in a foreign city, far from his home, and was still shocked by the sudden turn that his life had taken. Even so, whatever Sienna and Francisca did for a living, it couldn’t be any worse than some of the things that he’d been made to do in the name of his former masters. Shuddering at the thought of how brain-washed he’d been, Zair happily allowed himself to be distracted by what Sienna was doing to him, smiling at the steadfast pace with which she was moving her head up and down, plunging his cock down into her throat time and time again.

“The people you steal from, they’re all rich?” Zair asked.

“Both our clients and our victims are a supposedly better class of people, yes,” Francisca again adopted a sardonic grin.

“And you don’t use any ****?”

“That would be where you come in, and only in self-defence,” Francisca explained.

“Alright,” Zair nodded, “I guess I might as well try my hand at being a thief.”

“Excellent!” Francisca smiled as Zair groaned when Sienna suddenly stepped up the tempo with which she was fucking his cock with her mouth and throat.

“Oh, and by the way,” Francisca proceeded to tease Zair, “your food’s getting cold.”