The Toga Party The idea of going to a party in fancy dress, even for charity didn’t really appeal to me, especially the bit about volunteering to be a domestic slave for a day was even less so. However my partner Suzanne had made the arrangements and on Friday evening we donned our respective garbs. Old white sheets had been cut to form togas, which were short on the thighs, draped over the shoulder and clipped together with an old brooch. Suzanne tied her hair back and with no bra and a pair of skimpy white lacy panties underneath looked immensely sexy. There were lots of people of all descriptions at the party; many of them had obviously made a lot of effort to dress the part. The idea was quite simple in that the wealthy would bid for slaves with the highest amount winning the use of the slaves for 24 hours. It turned out to be quite amusing as we waited our turn and there was a fair bit of competition amongst the bidders. Soon it was our turn and we took to the podium where all parties could see us. “Now who will start the bidding for this fine example of a slave couple,” called the auctioneer. Soon the price had reached £50 and the competition ended up between an elderly lady and a man in his early forties. At £60m the lady backed out and we were sold to the gentleman in the purple toga. He beckoned us over to his table and introduced himself. Brian was 42, recently divorced and leaving for Saudi on the Monday for 6 months and thought that he would spend his last weekend having some fun. We continued chatting. Despite our age difference, we were both 27, we got on great. “What do you require of us, “ asked Suzanne. “Jim is a good cook,” she joked. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” replied Brian. “It was just to get me out and donate something for charity and the flat is ready to be rented out but I can probably think of something”. He offered us drinks but as I had to drive home, I declined. Instead we offered him at drink at our house, which he accepted. Back home, we lit some candles to create a nice atmosphere, relaxed and chatted. “Have you thought of any tasks for us yet, “ I enquired. “Well you can fetch some wine, while the other bathes my feet as Roman masters expected,” he responded. We went to the kitchen prepared a basin of warm water and brought in the wine. Brian undid his sandals, laid back on the sofa and Suzanne started to bathe his feet and calves. He was obviously in bliss as she dried his feet then rubbed some massage oil into them. “Normally the slaves would be topless,” suggested Brian, “Can you do that?” “Your wish is our command,” responded Suzanne. Just a bit too quickly I thought. Brian was an attractive man with a firm toned body and the thought of giving him pleasure was obviously a turn on. Brian watched as she stood up and unclipped the brooch. The sheet fell to her waist and before she could gather it up the entire thing dropped to the floor revealing her firm body. “You have a beautiful body”, murmured Brian. “Now you do the same Jim” I undid the sheet and let it fall to the floor. Standing I my tight thong, it was difficult to hide my erection. “I think you need to remove the thong”, said Brian. I pulled it off and stood naked with a throbbing erection. Brian beckoned me over and I stood in front of him. He reached for my cock and gently squeezed. His other hand cupped my balls and he gently pulled my foreskin back and fore. It was a new experience but I was very turned on. He then told Suzanne to stand behind me and rub my buttocks and bum. Brian moved forward and took the head of my cock into his mouth and sucked. With hands caressing my balls, a finger on my anus and Brian expertly sucking me, it wasn’t long before I reached an exploding orgasm and came over his toga. “Filthy slave”, he joked, “I shall have to punish you for that.” He told me to kneel on the floor. He then took Suzanne’s hand and pulled her to the floor. Her panties were removed as she lay on the carpet. Brian lay beside and told her to rub her clit whilst he licked and sucked on her nipples. She was in bliss and moaning gently. Brian moved his hands down her body and reached for her moist pussy. Suzanne gave out a loud sigh as Brian’s tongue flicked over her clit. He continued to lick and suck on her moist clit as one finger probed for her g-spot. He pointed at me to lick her erect nipples and I willingly did so. Within a couple of minutes Suzanne was writhing and moaning very loudly. Her thighs rose and her body shuddered as a massive orgasm rocked through her. Brian stood up in front of me and undid his toga. It fell to the floor and exposed a solid muscular body with an erection of at least 8 inches. He pulled my head towards him and his cock touched my lips. I had never done this before but I was so turned on with the experience that I willingly opened my lips and drew the rock hard cock into my mouth and sucked gently. Suzanne went on to her knees and started to lick his balls from the back, a finger rubbing on his anus. He pulled out from me then placed her on her back, lifting her legs into the air. Her thighs lifted and she gasped loudly as he entered her slowly. Together they increased speed as he thrust deeper and deeper. I watched fascinated and felt my erection grow. Within minutes they came together and he rolled off. Totally turned on I moved Suzanne on to her stomach, pulled her into the doggy position and thrust into her. I couldn’t hold back and within a very short time exploded into her. For the rest of the night we lay naked in the lounge, enjoying each other over and over. When Brian left for Saudi on the Monday, he did so with a memory to keep him going for six months.