When Beth woke up that morning, a Thursday in late January, a thought popped into her head. It came out of nowhere, nothing to do with a dream or anything that she'd rationally or irrationally contemplated... a random thought....
"I like the taste of men's cum."
With school that day, second graders numbering twenty seven, an unusually large class owing to her superlative teaching skills, as well as her consummate oral proficiency, she pondered this newfound belief.
And how did she choose to justify this conviction?
Easy... she gave the school principal a blow job.
That's what I meant when I said that she brought to the job, "... her consummate oral proficiency."
She and Allen had been having a, "kind of," affair for the past eight months.
She told me about this discovery when I took her to dinner that following Saturday night. After listening to her describe her most recent tryst, I had to ask, "Is this appetite for semen a new discovery or is it a long held belief?"
She laughed and admitted, "Well, I guess it's just something that I've recently realized... like on Thursday morning!"
"Because of Allen?"
"No silly," another smile, "because of you. Before I met you I'd only given two men... well one man and one boy, blowjobs where I swallowed their cum. My first boyfriend and my husband... and my boyfriend only came in my mouth once and my husband... maybe twenty times in all the years we've been together. I could eat your cum all day long and love it and I find that I like sucking other men off too. There's something about the way men move and sound, the way they react when I hold them in my mouth and then suck every drop out of them. It's... I just like everything about it."
"Well, I guess maybe I should help you out in that regard, maybe get you to expand your base of experiences" I offered.
"Oh, you're already doing a good job at that," she laughed again, "but having new experiences is always fun too."
After dinner we went to Federal Hill for dessert and coffee and then to, "The G Spot." There, we had a drink, talked to people we'd met previously and then to a guy who'd been showing a lot of interest in Beth... but hadn't gotten the nerve to go any further than flirting. With all of this talk about blow jobs and swallowing cum... she had him on the dance floor as soon as we went upstairs, where their dancing led to her grouping him... which quickly ended whatever inhibitions he'd needed to overcome, the two of them finding an empty corner where he fucked her standing up.
I got very satisfying "car sex" on our way back to our rendezvous site, with her reminding me that, "... Valentine's Day is two weeks so..."
I promised to take her out to celebrate the holiday.
However, her admission about her appetite for semen had titillated me and had me thinking about it the next day.
So I did a little online research.
When I picked her up for a, "belated," Valentine's Day celebration, four days after the holiday ... I had a plan.
I guess she did too.
As soon as she got into the car, she leaned across the center console and kissed me, her tongue into my mouth, bringing with it the taste of something slightly thick and salty. When I gave her a questioning look she smiled and showed me a piece of plastic wrap, the gooey remains of some sort of creamy paste stuck all over it, which she'd been holding in her hand.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Allen's cum," she answered cheerfully.
I guess my look of confusion said it all!
"Last time baby, when I was telling you how I liked the taste of cum...," she confessed, "I thought I'd let you experience it too. Does it taste different than yours?"
"I'm afraid I've never tasted mine... except for whatever remains in your mouth after you've gotten me off. And what made you think I'd want Allen's cum in my mouth?"
Smiling now... "Remember when we were first talking about me having sex with strangers... you were giving me all the "logical" reasons why it would be a good idea... and then I asked you, as a way to point out your selfish logic, "What if I wanted you to give another man a blowjob... would you do it?" and you immediately answered, "Of course." Well, I wanted to find out how you'd react to me spiting Allen's cum in your mouth?"
Shrugging, I asked, "And...?"
Climbing up on the center console, she hugged me fiercely and said, "And you were telling me the truth."
What choice did I have... given the circumstances?
The drive into the city was highlighted by a telling of her dalliance with Allen that afternoon, him fucking her in his office and then her later scooping his cum out of herself, wiping it onto the Saran Wrap she'd brought with her.
"Getting it out took a lot longer that it took him to put it in," she recounted.
Allen had proved to be far less of a Lothario than she had hoped, his celebrity outweighed by his performance. Seemingly happily married, he'd arrived at the elementary school with a reputation as a womanizer and almost immediately fell into a, "rebound" affair with one of the staff, her husband caught cheating less than three months into their marriage. Once that ended, he started to hit on Beth, making her think he'd be a "Super Stud." While he'd turned out to be a "Super Dud," she still did enjoy his constant "chase" and the fact that she could get him off very quickly.
I'd helped get their affair started and still enjoyed her recounting of their sexual, mostly, misadventures.
Earlier in the week I'd gone to Miko's, our favorite little clothing and sex toy store, where I bought her a sexy little mini skirt and sheer blouse set, along with a nice pair of platform shoes.
That outfit, I hoped, was for her to wear... after....
Since it was a Valentine's Day date, she'd picked a very revealing red mini dress to wear to dinner, a romantic French restaurant where she'd exposed herself on numerous previous visits. Everyone from the owner and head chef down to the dish washers had cruised our table to catch a peek of whatever she was exposing at the moment. And as had been the case since our initial visit, she'd earned dessert and an after dinner drink for us, "On the house," with the casual manner in which she shown herself off.
From there I drove to a business called, "The Rabbit Hole," which billed itself as, "THE destination for adventurous men and women!" They advertised all manner of items to "enhance" the sexual experiences of individuals and couples. They also advertised a large choice of "Peep Shows," "XXX Video Booths," and "More!"
Located south of the city, I found it in an area of mostly abandoned factory building, the store itself pretty nondescript and the parking lot almost full.
"What's this?" she asked, as we got out of the car, after she'd changed into the clothes that I'd supplied.
"A place I read about," I answered, "a somewhere else where we might be able to find interesting things."
The inside looked like the outside, the floors, walls and display cases shabby and dirty looking. They did have a large assortment of all that had been promised, at least the assortments of sex toys, videos and fetish paraphernalia.
What I didn't see, however, was evidence of "Peep Shows," "Video Booths," or "More?"
I also didn't see anywhere near enough men to account for the number of cars in the parking lot?
What men we did see... were following Beth around like "Puppy Dogs," all waiting for her to expose some more of herself, her breasts completely visible through the sheer top.
Their reward came when she bent at the waist to pick a video off a lower shelf, her ass and pussy immediately on display.
Then I saw a man emerge through a doorway at the far end of the room... and I figured that was where they were hiding what I'd brought Beth to experience.
I let her peruse the items around us, a battery powered "Bullet" vibrator catching her eye while I watched the "Mystery" doorway.
I'd seen three more men come out, all disheveled in some manner or another.
I moved her in that direction and was about to open the door when another guy appeared, holding the door open for us.
He then turned around and followed us down the set of stairs... into even dingier surroundings.
The room wasn't very large, the walls mostly lined with video booths, the middle of the room filled with the "Peep Show" cubicles and then another, larger booth against the far wall by itself.
Everything that we could see... was painted a dull black.
There was a line of men that ran from the nearest "Peep Show" door to the bottom of the stairs. But when the men turned and saw Beth, it was like a "parting of the Red Sea!"
Everyone move one way or another to let us pass.
Several of the men who'd been following us around upstairs, came down behind us.
"What's this?" she asked again.
"Something new," I answered.
"Where are... why aren't there any other women in this line?"
"Because the women are inside those booths," as I pointed at the doors in the middle of the room.
"What are they doing in there?" confusion written all over her face.
"Peep Shows," as I looked toward the back of the room, "I'll explain after."
The men in line were a motley looking crew, mostly older, more than a few dressed shabbily. Some of the younger guys, 30's or 40's, were wearing work clothes, their pants and shirts dirty from their jobs and work they'd been doing. The rest were in jeans and sweatshirts.
After looking around I led her toward the back of the room, some of the men who'd been in line for the "Peep Shows" following us.
Getting to the door on the front of the larger booth, I could see that it was buckled, the doorknob missing, replaced by a thin rope used to pull it open.
I never hesitated.
Pulling it open, I held it as she walked past me, that same puzzled look on her face.
Looking back at the crowd behind me... I smiled and pulled the door shut.
