Bnwo Route (Interracial, Blacked, BBC)

“Fuck me, spin me, make me suck.”

“I’ll hop on your dick and give you good luck.”

Popstar Ella Corte, she’s been blaring on the holoscreen since July. “Don’t stop, make me drop and cock lock.” Her voice is a cherry soaked in syrup, sultry, bright, liquid sex. You walk steadily observing the different shades of the Cloud 9 District. Some areas are totally destitute, abandoned, vandalized, and neglected.

You move past, determined not to look at the Vena addicts laying down in the nearby dirty alleyways. More than once you spot used condoms laying, full of sperm out on the open concrete. Your heels click and clack, as you continue westwards the lights get pinker and brighter. The buildings become more upscale and the outfits get more expensive. You focus your sights and thoughts on the five hundred story building on Pink Avenue 1183rd street. The Sissy Suite.

“The Place Where the Sexiest Sissies Go!” You can still hear Queen Diana’s voice playing on the holoscreen, The advert was hopeful as it was hoefull. Brimming with images of beautifully feminized sex goddesses.

You had to, you needed, all you’ve ever wanted is there. You just need to make the choice. You’re just a few blocks away now. This is the closest to your dream you’ve ever been. You feel your palms grow sweaty. You, the same you who has been too afraid “his” whole life to wear a dress outside even, is standing in front of THE “Sissy Suite”. The past 18 years have been a charade, a sham, a great big, fat fucking lie. And this is the truth. Everyone knows it. Going to the Sissy Suite is basically announcing to the world, “I’m a cock hungry, attention loving, girly little slut. Please, do something about it.” The building announces itself stern and sensuous, the design is elegant, harkening back to gothic cathedrals of yore. Right now you’re facing the facade, the high spires loom over casting a shadow over the entire block. Up on the gargoiles you spot statues and figures of beastly minotaur and buxom mermaids. The minotaur are flexing, showing off huge ebony muscles and thick veiny cocks, hanging between their mountainous thighs. The mermaids are arching their backs, flicking their tails, and smiling coyly at passersby. The usual rose window that dominates the middle of the facade is instead in the shape of a gorgeous mosaic spade. The letters BNWO right below it.

The area around the Sissy Suite is all focused upon feminization, beauty products and services galore. Hair salons, nail salons, salon salons, sex toy shops, plastic surgery stations. Inside the actual Sissy Tower is even better, more luxurious, more debaucherous. You ignore all the surrounding shops, not even pausing for a second. You want the best. You’re just a few footsteps away from the famous Pink Diamond Double Doors. You stop in your tracks. Guarding those doors are two men.

Both are 6’5 at least, kitted out in high tech security uniforms and… woah, pistols. Both are specimens in their own right, buff, bold, brave, and black as night. Their dark ebony skin is like obsidian come alive unto flesh. The light glistens upon their skin, the sweat shimmering from the afternoon sun. You look down, their long legs are covered in expensive looking suit pants, their feet adorned with sharp black dress shoes. You also notice the near pythons curving out from their crotch area. Before you get too distracted they speak.

“I am Adebayo.” says the one on the right

“I am Abayomi.” says the one on the left

They then speak in unison. “We are the guardians of The Sissy Suite, all who enter must answer to us.” Their voices are so deep… their stares so intent. A woman in a soft brown coat, straight brunette hair and black boots walks by. A knowing smile on her lips. “Only those who have paid for services or those who are under contract are allowed past these doors. Which are you?” Abayomi asks you. He towers over you tattooed muscles straining as he squints his eyes to get a better look at you. “Mm, I hope you’re here for a contract, you have.” He pauses, savoring the moment, “Amazing potential.”

“U-uh yeah I’m here under contract.” You pull out your phone and show them the document. “Your names are beautiful, what do they mean?”

You see both guards lick their lips. Their stares grow more intense. Adebayo speaks first. “My name means, the crown meets joy, or born in a joyful time. It’s a Yoruba name, from West Africa.”

Abayomi speaks next. “Mine means One Who Brings Joy. The second meaning is "My Enemies Tried to Mock Me, But God Didn’t Allow Them.” Their voices are proud, filled with honor. You almost bow out of reverence. “Thank you for telling me.”

They both nod with soft smiles. “Right this way, miss. Adebayo says as he and his brother part the diamond double doors for you. The door looks heavy, yet they manage it easily, their veins popping along their strong ebony arms as they let you through. You smile, part you hair and shake your hips a bit. As you step through the threshold you feel a strong, calloused hand strike you across your ass, sliding and slipping a finger softly past your cheeks. You blush hard and keep walking.

“Well, well, well. Adebayo seems to like you.” Her voice is bubbly and cute, so is she. The woman in front of you is five foot five, 110lbs soaking wet, and blonde as Kansas wheat. Her skin is fine olive and her eyes are a warm mix of chestnut and hazel, she has the slightest Italian accent to her voice. “Fuck, I wasn’t expecting a newbie, I’m caught up in something right now. But we have to talk more okay?” She slips you a soft pink card with her details on it. “You’ll be getting one of these soon, super useful. Text me okay, my name is Lucia.” Before she runs off she wraps you in a tight hug. “Welcome home. I hope you love it here.” With that, she’s off.

You slip the card into your wallet and approach the front desk. The receptionist is a stern looking Asian woman, short straight hair, and wearing a black suit, tailored to perfection. “Welcome to the Sissy Suite. May I please see your contract page?” You nod and flash your screen to her again. Her eyes widen. “Oh my, premium package. BNWO edition no less.” She rapidly types into her keyboard for a spell. “I will have you set up in no time, please take a seat for me.” She points to an array of couches and a separate area of usual lobby chairs.

The couches look comfy, too comfy, and there are dozens of people lounging near there. The chairs look a bit more private, you’ll be left alone if you sit there.