*This story presumes Commander Shepard is a Black Man*
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The mess hall of the Normandy SR-1 buzzed quietly under the dim lights, the ship running smooth and silent in FTL. Ashley Williams sat at one of the side tables, nursing a glass of cheap, contraband whiskey with two off-duty Alliance soldiers--both black, both muscular, both halfway through retelling some ridiculous groundside story when Commander Shepard walked in.
He didn't come in like an officer--he came in like one of the boys. Relaxed. Confident. And when he saw the half-filled glasses and the deck of cards on the table, he grinned.
"Hope you left me some whiskey," he said, settling into a chair beside them.
Ashley smirked. "Only if you can hang."
They drank. Talked trash. Passed the bottle. Then one of the soldiers cracked the deck and started dealing, tossing chips onto the table, daring Shepard to show them how a Spectre plays poker.
Ashley joined in, her laugh loud and easy--but under the surface, her heart was pounding. The two soldiers were already her type, tall and built like tanks, but Shepard? Twelve hours on the same ship and he already had her thighs squeezing together every time he walked by.
She could smell the testosterone in this room.
And they had no idea. Not yet. No clue she was already dripping wet just looking at them.
As the games wore on and the alcohol hit harder, she leaned forward, grinning.
"Okay, gentlemen. Let's up the stakes."
They looked at her.
"What're you thinking, Williams?"
"Strip poker," she said, eyes daring them. "Loser sheds a layer."
There was a pause--then laughter, low and nervous--but none of them backed down. Not with her watching. Shepard leaned back in his chair, grinning like he'd already won.
"Let's do it."
They moved the game to the captain's quarters. The lights dimmed. Music thumped low over the speakers. The bottle was half-empty. Chips clinked with each deal.
Ashley played to win--and she did.
Piece by piece, the soldiers lost their shirts, then their boots, pants, until skin was on full display. Carved abs, thick thighs, powerful arms glistening with the slightest sheen of sweat. Ashley kept a straight face--barely--but inside she was on fire.
She kept her clothes on, holding every chip.
And then--boxers came off.
She nearly bit her lip off.
Three thick cocks lay exposed in front of her, all of them heavy, long, dangling between carved thighs. But Shepard's--Shepard's--was next level. At least twelve inches, thick, veiny, perfectly uncut. It rested across his thigh like a weapon, already semi-hard just from the heat in the room.
Ashley's panties were soaked.
The room had gone quiet. All eyes on her now.
"Well," she said, swirling the last of the whiskey in her glass, "I guess I owe you boys a consolation prize."
She stood slowly.
Every eye followed her as she peeled off her Alliance uniform, starting with her jacket, then shirt, then the undersuit--until her full, curvy, combat-toned body was bared in front of them. Her large tits swayed with every step. Her hips rolled naturally. Her thighs were thick and strong, her skin flushed, her nipples hard.
She walked toward the bed in the corner of Shepard's room, slid onto it with a fluid grace, and lay back, legs crossed, one hand beckoning them forward.
The three men stood, cocks now fully hard, all aimed at her.
Ashley bit her lip, eyes smoldering.
"Come here," she purred, "and let me play with what I really won."
Her fingers reached out--one hand for Shepard, one for the soldier on her right, the third gripped in her thighs. She stroked slowly, tasting the heat and weight of each of them, licking her lips as she moaned softly.
And none of them--not even Shepard--had any idea just how deep her addiction ran.
But they were about to find out.
Ashley's hands moved with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted--and exactly how to take it. Her fingers wrapped around each of the thick, heavy shafts in front of her, stroking them slowly, deliberately. The weight of them was obscene--meaty, hot, pulsing--and even upright, the sheer mass of those cocks pulled against gravity, bobbing with each twitch, veins bulging under her touch.
She grinned.
Goddamn, she thought, biting her lip as her soaked pussy clenched against the bed sheets. This is what I signed up for.
She leaned in to the one on her left first--tongue slipping out, dragging slowly along the underside of his cock, tasting sweat, precum, and raw heat. Her lips met the crown and she kissed it softly, almost sweetly, before taking it between her lips and giving a slow, wet suck that made the soldier hiss through his teeth.
She pulled off with a loud pop.
"Mmm... dark chocolate," she teased, licking her lips. "And I do have a sweet tooth."
Then her head turned, eyes alight with giddy hunger as she leaned toward the second soldier. Her tongue traced the length of his shaft while her hand still stroked the first. She nuzzled into his cock, warm breath teasing the tip before she whispered, "Two for two... you boys really do grow 'em bigger down south, don't you?"
He groaned as she sucked him in halfway, her throat already dripping with spit, tongue swirling around the fat head like she was tasting wine.
Her eyes flicked up to Shepard, who stood still, watching, his own cock twitching in her grip like it was dying to be inside her.
"And this one," she purred, squeezing his shaft, "This is the king. The Mandingo. The big black boss cock I used to dream about in boot camp..."
She stroked him harder now, the tip flaring, precum oozing down her fingers. Her other hand jerked the second soldier with messy, wet strokes, while she slid her lips back to the first--her mouth a whirlwind of spit, suction, and praise.
"You're all big, thick, hard--perfect. Fuckin' blessed."
Ashley was soaked now--her thighs slick, her cunt clenching, aching to be filled, to be stretched.
"I've wanted this," she moaned, licking precum off her lips as she stroked all three cocks, surrounding herself with dark, throbbing flesh. "Three big black dicks. All for me. Fuckin' dream come true."
Her mouth went back to work, and her body trembled as she imagined the next step.
