A definite turn-on for me, even more so if the experience is a first for one of them.

I almost always swallow. Why? Because my mother always said, "Waste not, want not." Besides, I really like the taste & texture of it. Of course, one does sometimes run into the sour or bitter tasting load that makes one wonder, "What the hell has this guy been eating?", so that's why I said "almost."
It's a rather large room at the rear of our house, with 2 oversized double hung windows on the rear wall that overlook a good sized deck & the back lawn. The houses behind it are a little over 100' away, with their rears facing the our rear. There are another 2 double hung windows on 1 side, & a neighbor's house about 50' away on either side. Our bed is queen sized, & sits on the center of the room with the head against 2 wall. It has am antique brass finish headboard & footboard, & a lighted ceiling fan directly above it. There are 2 nightstands, 1 on each side, each with a lamp on them. A mirrored vanity is against 1 wall, & an armoire against another The lighting is good, but dimmable. There's also a walk-in closet accessible thru a door on 1 side wall. The room has gray walls
In my then lover's office at work during the middle of a workday. My back was pressed against the door with one of his hands holding one of my legs bent up and spread out wide and the other firmly kneading my breasts, as he repeatedly pounded up hard into me. He'd stuffed my panties into my mouth to stifle my moans, not totally successfully, and I could periodically hear coworkers walking by and talking in the passageway right on the other side of the door. I was terrified we'd be caught the entire time, but nevertheless wound up cumming long and hard. I spent the rest of the day as I sat at my desk feeling his cream seeping slowly out of me into the crotch of my panties.
If I could, I guess I would, but only when I was alone and especially horny. I'd much rather just be able to lay back, relax & enjoy while someone else did it. If they were really good at it, I'd want them to make me cum over and over until I passed out from the repeated pleasure. intense pleasure. While I was out, I wouldn't have a problem letting them use my body for their pleasure as much as they wanted.
Up to a point, alcohol does make me more relaxed, jovial & open to trying new things &/or new people. After that point, it can make me sleepy & lethargic. I don't like getting a call or text the next morning from a guy who starts out by telling me how hot I was the night before, & sometimes even referring to specific sex acts we did together the night before, & I can't remember doing them or sometimes even who TF he is, let alone what we did together. The key is finding your balance point & either stopping your imbibing or trying to hold it there.
Yes several times, usually in the guy's office after normal work hours on the carpeted floor or on his desk, & a few times in a supply closet during the workday. Those latter ones were quickies standing up, or with me bent over a pile of boxes, or me simply kneeling & doing him orally,