The year is 2550. Deep in the black of interstellar space, the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-J cut a sleek, powerful silhouette against the stars. A Universe-class temporal heavy dreadnought cruiser, she was Starfleet’s newest pride, vast corridors of polished alloy and soft ambient lighting, multi-mission capability woven into every deck. On her maiden voyage the ship hummed with purpose, and among the bright young officers was Lieutenant Dylan Heart, communications officer, freshly graduated and already drawing quiet stares wherever she walked. Dylan was brunette, her dark brown hair falling in soft, shoulder-length waves that framed a striking face and bright, intelligent eyes. Her body was the kind that made uniform fabric seem unfair: slender waist flaring into full, heavy breasts that strained every regulation tunic, hips that swayed with unconscious promise, long legs that ended in the kind of curves officers noticed even when they tried not to. Tonight, off-duty and alone in her quarters, she wore none of that regulation restraint. She lay on the wide bed in a very sexy red satin-and-lace one-piece teddy. The garment was scandalously frilly, delicate scalloped lace cups that barely contained her large breasts, the satin fabric clinging wetly between her thighs, thin straps and little bows that framed her cleavage and the smooth plane of her stomach. The high-cut legs of the teddy left her ass almost completely bare, the frilly lace edges tickling the soft skin of her inner thighs every time she shifted. Her nipples were so hard, dark peaks pushing against the thin red lace. One hand slid up to pinch and play with her hard nipples while the other drifted lower, parting the damp crotch of the teddy to stroke her slick, swollen pussy. “Fuck…” Dylan whispered intto the quiet room, two fingers circling her clit. Images of the men on the ship flickered behind her closed lids, broad shoulders in science-division blue, the confident hands of an engineer who could rebuild a warp core with those same fingers. Especially Lieutenant Michael Johnson, the ship’s science officer, and Lieutenant John Smith, chief engineer. Both of them had looked at her the way she wanted to be looked at. Her fingers worked faster as she thought of them. Her dripping, sweet wet pussy was already so wet the satin between her legs was soaked through entirely. But before the coiling heat could snap, she stopped. She wanted the real thing. No more fingers, no more playing with herself in her quarters. It was time to go out and get some dick. Dylan rose, slipped a very short, form-fitting bright red dress over the teddy. The dress hugged every curve, short, slightly puffed sleeves, a deep V-neckline that plunged between her significant cleavage so the red lace of the teddy peeked out like a secret. The hem barely covered the tops of her thighs; when she moved, the frilly edges of the teddy flashed. She stepped into a pair of slutty red high heels that lengthened her legs and forced a slow, deliberate sway into her hips. A quick gloss of red on her lips, a last look in the mirror at the way the dress and teddy together turned her into pure invitation, and she left her quarters. The officers’ lounge at 02:00 ship time was nearly empty. Warm yellow light glowed from overhead fixtures and smaller round pendant lamps. The dark wood bar gleamed. A row of red circular stools waited. Flat-screen displays flickered silently behind the counter. Deep red carpet muffled her heels. Only two men occupied the far end of the bar. Michael in a soft green off-duty shirt that stretched across his chest, John in blue, sleeves rolled to show strong forearms. Her fantasy boys in the bar, sitting drinking together. “Looks like I picked a good night to come out,” Dylan whispered to herself. Both men turned away from their conversation, looking right at Dylan as she approached. Dylan’s smile was pure heat. “Gentlemen. Fancy finding the two hottest officers on the J still awake,” Dylan cooed. Michael’s gaze dropped openly to the deep V of her dress, the swell of her breasts straining the red fabric, the flash of lace. “Dylan, that dress should be illegal, ”John said, his eyes undressing her. “The dress is just the wrapping,” Michael followed immediately. “See the lingerie underneath? Red lace. Frilly. Dylan, you’re not playing fair.” She slid onto the stool between them, the short red dress riding higher, the red heels crossing slowly. “Who said I wanted fair?” Dylan laughed, accepting the drink Michael pushed toward her, taking a slow sip, then leaning in so her cleavage deepened. “I’ve been lying in my tiny little frilly red satin and lace teddy all by myself on my bed for an hour, playing with myself, thinking about the two of you,” Dylan confessed readily with a huge smile. “My nipples are still hard. My pussy’s still so soaked. I decided the real thing would be better, so here I am.” John’s hand settled on her bare thigh, just below the hem of the red dress. “Show us,” John said playfully. Dylan parted her legs on the stool. Michael’s hand joined John’s, both of them sliding upward under the short red dress at the same time. Fingers found the soaked crotch of the red satin-and-lace teddy. Two sets of fingers pushed the frilly fabric aside and sank into her hot wetness together. “Oh fuck yes…” Dylan sighed as her head tipped back, glossy red lips parting. “Both of my favorite Starfleet boys…fingers inside me at the same time. Feel how wet I already am for you both?” Michael curled two fingers deep while John rubbed firm circles over her clit through. The dual pressure made Dylan’s hips roll against their hand, her ass grinding on the bar stool. The O-club was empty, only the soft hum of the ship and the wet sounds of their hands working her filled the warm yellow light. “You’re dripping on the stool,” John murmured against her ear. “This little red teddy is ruined. Look at the way it clings to these tits.” John’s free hand cupped one heavy breast through the dress and lace, thumb stroking the hard nipple. “Take me back to my quarters, boys” Dylan breathed heavily. “Both of you. I want more than fingers.” They stood together. Michael kept two fingers buried in Dylan’s pussy as they walked. John stayed close, one hand also still under her short red dress, still gently rubbing Dylan’s clit. In the turbolift the doors hissed shut. The moment the car began to move, both men were on her again. Dylan’s back hit the wall, red heels spreading wide. Michael and John each pushed two fingers into her at the same time, stretching her open, pumping in rhythm while the elevator hummed. “Fuck,” Dylan breathed heavily, “your cocks are going to feel so much better.” Dylan kissed Michael passionately, pulling away only to kiss John just as passionately. The doors opened onto Dylan’s deck. They barely made it down the corridor, both men still playing with Dylan as they expertly guided her. Inside Dylan’s quarters the lights were low, the wide bed waiting, sheets still rumpled from her earlier solitary play. The moment the door sealed, the red dress was peeled upward and off, leaving her in only the very sexy red satin-and-lace one-piece teddy and the slutty red high heels. The frilly lace cups barely contained her breasts, the crotch was dark and shiny with her wetness. Michael stripped. John stripped. Both men were hard, thick, already leaking. “Fuck, you guys are so hot,” Dylan said as she dropped to her knees on the soft carpet in her red heels, the teddy framing her body like an invitation. “Spit-roast me,” she said, voice thick. “One of you in my mouth, one in my pussy. Use me. Fuck me.” John guided his cock between Dylan’s glossy red lips while Michael lifted her hips, shoved the soaked crotch of the red teddy aside, and sank into her cunt in one long thrust. Dylan moaned around the thick shaft filling her mouth as Michael fucked her from behind, the frilly lace of the teddy bouncing with every slap of his hips. John held her dark hair and fed his cock deeper. “That’s it, take both of us,” Michael growled. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight in that little red lace.” Dylan pulled off John’s cock just long enough to gasp, “Harder. Fuck my face while he ruins my pussy.” They switched without breaking rhythm, Michael’s cock sliding past her red lips, John’s thick length driving into her soaked pussy, the red high heels still on her feet, the frilly red teddy pushed aside and soaked. The dual penetration made her shake, saliva dripping down her chin, juices coating John’s shaft and the lace between her thighs. When they pulled free, Dylan was already trembling on the edge. “Double-penetrate me,” Dylan begged, crawling onto the bed on all fours, red heels digging into the mattress, the red teddy still clinging to her curves. “One in my pussy, one in my ass. Fill both holes at the same time.” Michael lay back. Dylan straddled him, sank her dripping cunt down onto his cock until she was fully seated, the red lace of the teddy stretched around the place they joined. John moved behind her, slicked his cock with her own wetness, and pressed the thick head against Dylan’s perfect, tight little ass. Slow pressure, then the stretch, the burn, the deep slide until both men were buried inside her at once, Michael in her pussy, John in her ass. “Oh god…both of you…so full,” Dylan’s voice broke into pure filth. “Fuck me. Use my holes. I want to feel every inch slide in and out of my pussy and ass at the same time.” They moved together, deep alternating thrusts, the red satin-and-lace teddy twisted and damp between their bodies, Dylan’s heavy breasts bouncing free of the frilly cups, red high heels still strapped to her feet. The dual stretch was overwhelming. Dylan’s cries filled the quarters as the two men fucked her in perfect, filthy rhythm. “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna squirt…” Dylan panted. “Oh my god, I’m such a fucking whore.” Hearing Dylan’s words only made the boys pump harder. “Don’t stop!…fuck me, boys!...fill me while I…cum!” The orgasm hit like a warp-core breach. Dylan’s entire body locked, a hard, powerful squirt flooding out of her around Michael’s cock, soaking his stomach, the sheets, the red lace of the teddy, the mattress beneath them. Dylan kept coming, shaking, squirting in long pulses while both men kept thrusting through it, then followed her over the edge, hot pulses of thick hot cum filling Dylan’s pussy and her ass at the same time. They stayed joined for long moments, breathing hard, the red teddy ruined and clinging, the red heels still on. Slowly they eased apart. Dylan collapsed between them on the soaked sheets, the frilly red lace still framing her spent, glistening body. Michael on one side, John on the other, all three of them tangled together in the wide bed of her quarters. The soft ambient lighting of the Enterprise dimmed further as the computer registered that the three young officers were now quiet. Exhausted, satisfied, the three lovers drifted into sleep still wrapped around one another, Lieutenant Dylan Heart in her ruined red satin-and-lace teddy and slutty red heels, the two men who had just claimed every part of her naked and glistening, all while the quiet hum of the Enterprise carried them deeper into space.
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