Sugar Baby Academy

Author's Note: College isn't for everyone. An intellectually challenged teenager can obtain practical skills at an outstanding trade school or private academy to earn a decent living. While thinking of varied service industries, I wondered if an alternate institute of higher learning exists that trains beautiful young women to become better playthings for wealthy mature men and women. As it turns out, the '

Nevada Finishing School for Exceptional Women

' (more commonly known as '

Sugar-Baby Academy'

or just the

'Academy'

) in Las Vegas is such a place.

This unconventional, taboo, age-play, crossover, fetish story focuses on a life-changing morning in the lives of three 19-year-old friends and attendees of the school who are transitioning from incestuous girls into Sugar Babies for upscale Daddies and Mommies. The described scene takes place on 'Match Day' at the end of the girls' senior year. Match Day resembles its namesake at medical schools when a graduating clinician is paired with a hospital's residency program. Here, each graduating student at the

Academy

is aligned with an appropriate Daddy or Mommy just before her graduation.

The terms of endearment, 'Daddy' and 'Mommy', were used literally and then figuratively in the first and second halves of this story, respectively, to emphasize that certain words in adult play can have different meanings depending on the circumstance.

I hope you enjoy this story. I thank Literotica editor

KillerKitty74

for her valuable feedback.

****

7:05 am

Bambi and her two best friends, Krystal and Tiffany, are in their final year at Las Vegas'

Sugar-Baby Academy,

which is a premier, two-year school for elite 18- and 19-year-old Sugar Babies and Barbie wannabes. Thousands apply, but its enrollment is limited to fifty outstanding women each year. Some of the courses offered at this specialty school are fellatio, adult breast nursing, cunnilingus, pole dancing, shibari, astrology, cosmetology, cosplay, wine tasting, haute couture, and high fashion.

"Daddy, I don't want to go to the

Academy

today," Bambi begged her father, Ralph Sanders.

"Honey, you can't skip school. You only have a couple of days remaining. I'm proud of how hard you worked the past two years. Don't disappoint your teachers, your classmates, and me on

THE BIG DAY

," Ralph pointed out.

"But Daddy, I can't catch the COVID, whatever that is, if I stay home," Bambi attempted to justify her decision.

"Don't worry, Sweetie. It's fake news. It's nothing, just the sniffles. Teenagers can't get it. Only those older than me are at serious health risk," Ralph tried to alleviate Bambi's concern.

"Did you take your vitamins this morning to boost your immunity to the bug? More importantly, did you take your lactation supplements? Are your breasts firm and filled with milk, as they should be? Don't forget there's a sizable market for immunoprotective human breast milk these days. Let me check them," concerned Ralph instructed his daughter.

"Okay, Daddy. You know what's best," the girl agreed.

Bambi wasn't wearing a bra. It wasn't part of her school's mandatory uniform. When she unbuttoned her blouse, her milk-filled jugs were exposed in their full glory. Despite their enormous size, they didn't sag. It's incredible how the boobs of a teenager often defy gravity. Bambi pinched and pulled her nipples. Soon, drops of caulk-white milk appeared.

"Daddy, how about accessing the quality of today's production? Is my milk as sweet as it should be? I'm trying to get the top grade on my lactation final exam," Bambi expressed her concern.

"Sure, Honey. I'll check you out," Ralph offered.

Ralph licked the drops of milk leaking from Bambi's breasts. He then placed a nipple in his mouth and sucked more vigorously. A steady stream of delicious warm liquid exited her manipulated breast. He then drained her other breast.

"It tastes fantastic. It's perfect - so sweet! Ninety-year-old Stanislaw Dabrowski calls me daily from his nursing home now that he's on a strict liquid diet. As a candy-striper volunteer caregiver, you made a big impression on him," Ralph enlightened Bambi.

"You remind him of his buxom mother who nursed him until he was ten years old back in rural Poland where infectious diseases are more prevalent than here. She did that because she was aware of the health and nutritional benefits of human breast milk. Nothing's changed," he continued.

"Stanislaw craves an adult nursing relationship. He believes the importance of breast milk in immunity will prevent him from catching COVID, influenza, or any other bug. He, therefore, will pay generously every time he gets fed. Because he's desperate, you can charge him a hefty sum," Ralph Sanders concluded.

"He's creepy, Daddy. I don't know," Bambi was concerned.

"Let him finger you when you breastfeed him. What's the big deal? I'm sure he'll give you extra cash for that bonus. Licking your narcotic pussy juice off his fingers will encourage him to remain on his doctor-imposed liquid diet. Don't forget you need money for your upcoming plastic surgery bills, assuming you still intend to get a Brazilian butt lift," Ralph reminded his Barbie wannabe.

"What do you think I should charge Mr. Dabrowski if I allow him to lick my twat? He's always asking to taste me," Bambi sought her father's advice.

"What a dirty old fart. I suspect Stanislaw is harmless, but let me consider his kinky request," Ralph decided to find out the man's intentions.

"Daddy, he's always groping me and telling sexist jokes. I heard he's also chasing the night nurse. She won't go into his room to give him his medicines in the evening because he keeps trying to feel her up. He's a pervert. He keeps showing me his old-man penis," Bambi informed her father.

"Once, he pulled down his pajamas and tried to get me to sit on his lap while playing with my bust. He's fascinated with the twins. The night nurse told me he recently purchased a year's supply of extra-strength Viagra online. I hope he isn't planning on screwing me," Bambi disclosed.

"What do your teachers consider is a reasonable lactation fee? How rich is he? It's a no-brainer if he'll remember you in his will. Because I don't anticipate he'll be around for long, he'd be a suitable Honey Daddy if things don't work out at school today," Ralph speculated.

"You're right, Daddy. I should keep my options open. Please check out the situation with Mr. Dabrowski and his lawyers," Bambi decided.

"Sure, Sweetie. Changing subjects, isn't your 'fellatio' final exam this Friday? Did you have your breakfast this morning? You don't want to lose any weight, especially now that you've worked so hard to increase the size of your luscious body," concerned Ralph warned his curvy daughter.

"Daddy, I'm keeping up on my lessons. You don't have to worry about me. I'm not behind and never will be. It's supposed to be a secret, but Headmistress Butterfield disclosed that I will be the class valedictorian this year. It won't be close," Bambi gave her father the good news.

"Every night, I practice on my twelve-inch dildo. I can now take ten inches without gagging. I'm proud of my accomplishments. Should I feast on your spunk for breakfast? I should have something to eat before school. You can shove it down my throat. I don't mind," Bambi offered.

Bambi knew how to please her father, whom she adored. When he nodded, the teenager grabbed her father's hands and placed them on her breasts. He liked to caress her boobs whenever she sucked his cock.

Bambi knelt and unzipped his fly. Out popped Ralph's erect penis. She kissed its head, licked its shaft, and then gobbled his entire cock in a quick motion. It slid down her throat.

Bambi didn't gag. Her head bobbed up and down on her father's penis. Ralph started his stopwatch. Bambi had to get her teacher and examiner to orgasm within five minutes without using her hands to ace her final oral-sex exam. She would receive a 'B', 'C', or 'D' grade if it took her 6-8, 9-11, or 12-15 minutes, respectively. Any time longer than fifteen minutes was a do-over.

"Three minutes. Keep it up. Don't forget, you get a fifteen-second time credit by maintaining visual contact with your examiner," Ralph encouraged his daughter.

He squeezed her left breast with his free hand and then pulled and twisted its nipple. Drops of milk once again appeared. They ran down her chest and dripped to the floor. Seeing that, Ralph knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"That's it. Suck harder. Lock your mouth on it. OH GOD, TAKE MY NUT," Ralph declared.

Ralph dropped a three-day load down her throat. It filled her tummy. When done, he hit the halt button on his stopwatch. The latter indicated he climaxed in four minutes and fifty seconds.

"What a good girl. Congratulations, Baby. You got me off with ten seconds to spare, and you didn't lose any of my jizz. While that's probably too close for comfort, your cocksucking skills have definitely improved in the last couple of months," Ralph acknowledged.

"Thanks, Daddy. I've become a cum junkie. I love the taste of jizz. Can I give you another blowjob tonight? My teachers tell me that practice makes perfect. My goal is to get an aroused man off within four minutes and thirty seconds. No girl in my class has done that," Bambi stated her objective.

To encourage him to agree to another blowjob, Bambi rubbed her residual breast milk on his slimy cock.

"Daddy, how about blasting your next load on my tits?" she proposed. Bambi often began school with her breasts coated with Daddy's cum.

"Sure, Honey. Anything to help. Here's $20 for your quality blowjob. You'll get more money once you graduate. Now put your boobs away, clean up, and get ready for the 'big reveal'. Your bus will be here shortly. You don't want to miss it," Ralph warned.

"Have a wonderful day. I hope your Match-Day pick works out. Don't worry. Stanislaw Dabrowski is a decent fallback option. When you return, we'll visit his nursing home to drop off a small bottle of your addictive breast milk. That codger will be glad to receive your sampler," he proposed.

"I love you, Daddy," bubbly Bambi expressed admiration for her only parent.

Bambi's mother died years ago in a car accident. Bambi wondered what would happen to her father after she left Nevada. He'd be alone and miserable for a while, but it was time to leave the nest and escape the area's oppressive summer heat. The city's noon temperatures in July and August are usually above 100°F. Maybe he'll also bolt from this desert city.

Before heading to the bus stop at the end of the street, Bambi entered her bathroom and examined herself in its mirror. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, dried her breasts with a towel, and put on lipstick and eyelash extensions. When satisfied with her tarty looks, she straightened her minimalist school uniform.

She covered her head with a large Dolly Parton-style blond wig. Using a brush and hair spray, she bobbed the wig's hair. It now stood up and out four inches in every direction, making her appear taller and her head bigger. When finished, Bambi grabbed her school bag and placed her lunch, smartphone, and touch-up makeup in it. The $20 she received from her father went into her piggy bank.

The students at

Sugar-Baby Academy

don't require textbooks, unlike those who attend the city's public schools. Thankfully, Bambi didn't have to lug heavy books back and forth to school. Algebra was a waste of time for its attendees. The only math Bambi had to know was how to make change from a 'Benjamin'. A girl wasn't judged at the school by her IQ.

"I'm leaving. See you later, Daddy," Bambi notified her father.

He now sat in his favorite lounge chair in the living room, watching an old Arnold Schwarzenegger movie. He had the day off from his security job at a Las Vegas casino.

"Okay," Ralph acknowledged. He gave his daughter a thumbs-up sign and then a dismissive wave.

Daddy Sanders no longer wished to be disturbed. Presently, the '

Terminator

' was in hot pursuit of 'Sarah Conner'. He had watched this science-fiction movie a million times. Sarah wasn't in real danger, but seeing the movie's badass heroine defeat a cyborg one more time was still entertaining.

Happy Bambi headed to the bus stop, listening to her music playlist on her cell phone. The

Academy

had a 'no bra & panty' dress code. Bambi's skirt was so short that her sex was visible when she strolled down the windy street. Her knockers also bounced about conspicuously under her unbuttoned blazer while she mouthed the words to Abba's hit song

'Dancing Queen'

.

"

Ooh

You can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh, see that girl

Watch that scene

Diggin' the Dancing Queen

"

Like most days, the losers in the rust buckets that passed by honked their horns to try to get her attention. Bambi smiled when they did that, but she ignored them. She was too good for these crackers, at least in her mind. While not the sharpest knife or brightest bulb in Las Vegas, Bambi wasn't trailer-trash.

Her best friends, Krystal and Tiffany, were already at the bus stop. The girls were spiffed up as usual.

****

6:45 am

"Wake up, girl. It's time to get moving," frustrated Rachel Adams chastised her lesbian daughter. It was like this every morning. Krystal Adams just wasn't a morning person.

"Please, Mommy. It's too early. I got another thirty minutes before my alarm clock goes off," sleepy Krystal tried to reason with her stern mother.

Krystal had been awake for much of the night. She was so nervous about today's big reveal that she threw up a couple of times. Krystal had identified the Mommy she craved, but she wasn't sure the feeling was reciprocal. She finally went to sleep an hour before her mother's appearance.

"I've got to leave our house earlier than usual. Fuck'n Hell, I told you that last night. You know what's required. You have your daily chore to complete before I leave. You also must keep up with your practice to ace your cunnilingus final exam this week. I'm doing you a favor. Don't you want to do well on that important test?" Rachel reminded her daughter.

"Yes, Mommy," Krystal acknowledged but rolled her eyes anyway.

Krystal was stretched out on her bed, whereas Rachel stood in the doorway. The older woman walked to the side of the bed and approached her daughter. Rachel dropped her panties. Krystal turned her head toward her mother and stared at the woman's hairless vagina inches from her face. Rachel pulled her daughter's head forward, thereby hovering over the girl.

"Lick it. You know how I like it. Doing battle with your low-life father got me aroused this morning. My blood's boiling. If it weren't for you, I'd never see that scumbag again. You've got to take the edge off before I leave. C'mon, I don't have all day. It's DATY time. Get your breakfast," Rachel encouraged her daughter.

"Okay, Mommy. I'll do my best," Krystal acknowledged.

The girl licked her mother's salty sex, causing the older woman's clit to poke out from under its hood. When that happened, Krystal sucked her mother's swollen nubbin as if she was a vacuum cleaner. She also placed two fingers inside the woman to stimulate her G spot.

"That's it, Girl. Suck my swollen clit. I'm close. OH SHIT. THERE SHE BLOWs!" Rachel screamed. It was a whale of an orgasm.

Her body stiffened and then shook violently. It only took her daughter a minute or so to get her to climax. How was that possible? It used to take Krystal much longer to take care of her sexual needs.

The

Academy's

physical education teacher and soccer coach, Ms. Jenkens, volunteered to give the girl extra help this past year. Specifically, Krystal received intense cunnilingus training every day in the dyke's office during the school's lunch breaks. Clearly, that extra help enabled her to acquire her impressive oral skills. She now was an aficionado at eating pussy.

"Wow. Thanks, Honey. That was great. I'm sorry I was so fast. It just slipped out. I was backed up. Get dressed. Your bus will be here shortly," Rachel repeated her warning. "I'll reciprocate and get you off later tonight."

"Okay, Mom. Could I have done better? I'm always trying to improve. Are two fingers better than one or three? Ms. Jenkens prefers two fingers," Krystal admitted.

"Whatever you did was spot-on. Just keep it up," Rachel reminded the girl.

Rachel hugged her daughter and returned to the bathroom off the master bedroom. She had to get ready for work. She hadn't even selected today's outfit.

Once her mother disappeared, Krystal grabbed her 'Hitachi Magic Wand' from the bedside table. She turned on the vibrator's power setting to its maximum and placed it on her button. The vibrator's loud hum drowned out the outside noise.

Krystal's breathing quickly increased, and she began to convulse on her bed. It only took her seconds to peak. She dreamed of having sex with Dr. Mei Ho, a spectacular lesbian clinician she met online. Mei was Krystal's desired partner in her school's student placement program. Her vagina got wet thinking of gorgeous Mei and their anticipated life together.

"Can I lick your pussy, Mei? I know it's tasty. Do you fancy fucking me with your strap-on? I'm your sub-slut, Baby. You own me," Krystal imagined having sex with the Asian-American doctor.

"Fuck yeah. That feels wonderful. I've reached the top of Mount Everest. I'M CUMMING," Krystal moaned when she climaxed.

After her morning quickie, Krystal pulled herself out of bed, washed, and put on her school uniform. It consisted of a red semi-transparent blouse, a black miniskirt, and a grey blazer with the school's emblem on its breast pocket. Red and black were the school's primary colors. There was no shoe restriction for the students, but bras and panties weren't allowed.

Krystal entered her walk-in closet and examined her impressive rack of 150+ pairs of shoes arranged by color and style. For today, she decided on her patent-leather, Christian Louboutin Mary Jane red pumps with their two-inch block heels. They reminded her of Dorothy's magical ruby slippers in her favorite movie,

'The Wizard of Oz'

.

"It would be difficult walking in them, but a girl must do what she can to be desired. Looking sexy is strenuous," she concluded.

Krystal's shoes accented her muscular legs from years of soccer and cross-training aerobics. It was fitting that she wore her most expensive shoes today.

Krystal didn't have giant knockers. However, it was only a matter of time before she corrected that deficiency. Once she received her diploma, Krystal discovered she could make serious cash from the elite escort agency in Las Vegas that approached her. They promised her a minimum $300 per hour escort fee with another $100 going to them. Problematic, she wasn't into men.

Krystal also had been offered a lucrative job as a featured stripper at an exclusive downtown club. Her long red hair and striking fire crotch made her more appealing to the club's clientele. She visited that site weeks ago to check it out. Instead of dancing nude for the club's male patrons as its owner intended, Krystal spent the entire night going down on the club's lesbian and bisexual dancers in the center stage. She also pegged the featured stripper from California, who was there for a week. The latter woman's surgically enhanced, triple-H bazookas scraped the floor when Krystal pounded her pussy from behind using a dildo.

Krystal made nearly a thousand dollars that night, servicing the other dancers. The club's patrons enjoyed the girl-on-girl shows. They kept throwing ten- and twenty-dollar bills at the 'rug-muncher'. A wealthy admirer handed Krystal a 'C-note' before he left the club. A couple in their forties also paid Krystal handsomely to join them in a private booth. The voyeur husband watched the gorgeous teenager play with his enthusiastic bisexual wife until she got off multiple times.