The Diaries of Sherry and Hannah

Hannah’s Diary:

Entry #1:

Sherry and I agreed to start keeping diaries as of this day so here is my 1st entry. She said that we should just write in them when ever we feel like and to just number them sequentially. She said it might do me good and I think she is right. She is always right.

Well here goes my 1^st entry. Just some thoughts…

My mom is a drug-addicted prostitute. I never knew my dad. He was one of her tricks.

She is never home. She smokes and drinks and is always high or drunk or both. I think her boyfriend is using a locked bedroom to make drugs. Lots of strangers come and go. It is noisy and violent.

 I try and stay home as little as possible. Ever since Sherry saved me from being beaten up by a girl gang we have become best of friends...at least I consider her my one and only friend.  Most of my high school life I have been teased and picked on and called names and beaten up. I think everyday about quitting and getting a job maybe cleaning houses because I did that last summer. That was my 1st job and the time I was the happiest because the lady let me stay and room there and I only had to come home on the weekends. My mother never even knew I was gone. Now, I know I ain’t the brightest bulb on the tree but I am nice person and easygoing. I am very shy. I am happiest when I am at Sherry's house helping her out with chores.

At my mom's small trailer everything has been stolen or hocked for drugs. No television, stereo, or radio, nothing.  It is just a drab, boring, and depressing place. There is nothing to do there and it's just a lot of noise and fighting and drugs and crime. I am trying to figure out a way where I never have to go back. I have not been to school in a long while.

I only go to school to carry Sherry's books and then carry them home. I expect to get kicked out any day now.

I wonder if Sherry will let me stay with her. I am scared to ask her. What is she says no?

Sherry is a beautiful blue-eyed blonde with long wavy hair and a button-nose, full lips,   beautiful face, freckles, large voluptuous breasts, tiny waist, with a great shape, slender model, legs and a nice round ass. I feel so lucky to have her as a friend. I am always telling her how beautiful she is and whenever she is around I can't help but stare at her. She is always asking me to tell her how beautiful she is, and I always do and I never get tired of telling her.

How do I feel when I am with her? I feel protected when I am around her and that she is the family I never had. I enjoy waiting on her hand and foot. I get a rush whenever she asks me to do things for her. She is so hypnotically lovely and I feel so lucky to be able to be around her.

For me, well I know I am very ugly and always will be. She reminds me of how fat and ugly I am and how lucky I am to have her as a friend. I feel like nothing compared to her. Any time I get to touch her body and smell her odors I get excited. I love her house and often daydream of living with her forever. She told me that she might inherit the house and might need someone to help her take care of it. I got wet thinking about it. One day I dream about caring for her and waiting on her hand and foot. I used to come over to her house every once in a while, but now I end up going over there every night and staying later and later.  I would go home early in the morning just to change clothes.  I don't go home to my house that often if I can help it. We talked about me moving in with her permanently depending on what her parents decide.

For my birthday she gave me a sexy little maid costume. She said she always wanted to have her own personal maid. I thought it was cute. I can't remember the last time anybody got me anything. It was so special. It was real short but I promised to wear it all the time when I was doing chores for her. She said she made it herself. It was really just a little white tie-apron and a white handkerchief that I pin to my hair. I was embarrassed the 2 pasties that came with it but I agreed to wear them on my breasts. She told me that I wasn’t supposed to wear panties underneath. Well I was scared, but I wore the little 6 inch apron without any panties which exposed my bare ass. I got used to working around the house like that. Then she made me go outside dressed skimpily and pick weeds in the garden. At 1st I was scared someone might see me but then I got used to that too.  She told me it excited her when I cleaned and scrubbed while down on my hands and knees and asked if I would do all my work in that position. It excited me too, especially when I got close to her. I said sure, whatever would make her happy.   I felt I was slowly turning into her lowly servant girl and but I did not mind and was happy about it. I felt myself starting to fall for her emotionally and realized that I thought about her every minute of every day and what else I could do to make her happy.  When ever she touched me I got all weak in the knees and arms. This got me to wondering if I were a lesbian. I had never been on a date with a guy. No guy wanted to be around me. All I could think about was here, but I was not really attracted to women in general in that way. But since being with her, I have never really been attracted to any guys. Oh well. Maybe I was a lesbian as far as she was concerned. I know that I could not control my feelings as they were running rampant and out of control.

I realized in secret that I get sexually turned on when she is using and abusing me even though I am still ashamed of my feelings. While she was sitting on her couch and I was polishing her boots, she spread her legs and I could not take my eyes away from her crotch. It was the 1st time I had seen her crotch. I could smell it. It was hypnotic.

So memorable was the time she had a bit much to drink and asked me to help her go to the bathroom. I ended up with my head inches from her pussy and ass holding her to steady her. I remember her farting over and over again right in my face and how I just inhaled it and how it smelled nasty but good. I felt kind of lowly but I enjoyed my lowly position on my knees in front of her. She pulled my head closer to her genitalia after asking me permission.  She did not have to but it was nice. I remember going weak all over the closer I got. I recall watching turd after turd hit the water. She pressed down on my head and it went into the toilet just an inch above the water line, only to be splashed in the face by turd after turd splashing down. It felt very degrading but I knew it was a reflex action for her as she used my head as a balance and so I did not mind. She was strong, much stronger than me, and I could not lift my head. She apologized and I told her it was ok, I did not mind. I don't know why I said that. Just reflex. Then she let go of

A stream of hot piss and some of it went into my nose and mouth, but I was too embarrassed to tell her. It tasted kind of salty but nice, kind of sexy. I realized then that I enjoyed her piss, the smell and taste, and would think about this moment and dream of the next time.

She taught me how to care for the animals as I sloshed around the farm barefoot getting animal waste on my feet and legs. One night we had been drinking and she took me out to the pigpen to teach me something and she was showing me around in it and then we ended up wrestling and she ended up on top of me. I realized she was stronger than

Me and knew that she could kick my ass easily as she pinned me down. I ended up covered in pig-mud-shit from head to toe. Then she started slapping me and asking me who was the boss of me. I said she was. It was like I was being told that I was a piece of shit and a big fat nothing and that she was beautiful and strong and everything I wasn't. I got the message loud and clear and felt it throughout my body. I became weak and submitted to her total will. She put me in my place and I felt my place as always beneath her. She put my head in a leg vise which put her ass over directly my mouth. She started grinding her ass round and round over my pig-mud-shit mouth and face. I felt like I was becoming some kind of toilet to her. It was so disgusting and smelly and foul, but because it was her, I did not recoil as I expected to. I think that was the moment I started to fall in love with her. I become so limp. She asked me to wipe her ass and I could not resist and said yes. It was my 1st time seeing a woman’s naked ass close up and first time seeing a shitty asshole. I thought I would be disgusted but instead I liked the sight and the smell of it. It was like her ass was trying to pull my face into it.  What a degrading feeling that came over me. Did she have this much control and influence over me? Was I that weak and low-lifed? I realized I was so happy doing this when she asked me if I was happy. I took my time and cleaned her with all the care and loving one could muster. I had the feeling this would not be the last time that I performed this degrading task.

How much lower would I stoop, I pondered?  I felt awkward and felt I needed to say something so I told her how good her shit smelled and how lovely her ass was then I immediately felt stupid for saying such a humiliating thing. What was happening to me? Had I lost all self-respect? She asked me to run a soapy bath for her and I did. She asked me to wash her all over. I happily complied. She made me get naked then get in her over-sized tub. I was like a slave cleaning its master. I was so happy. She was so beautiful. What would I not do for her, I wondered?  When she said how turned on she was when I wiped her ass, it excited me to no end. I told her anytime she needed my help. She asked me if I could stay the week and that she could use her ass wiped everyday until her arm heeled. I said no problem as a rush of adrenalin rushed through my body.  I could not believe that I was actually turned on by looking forward to being degraded again. One thing she said that sticks in my mind and plays over and over again. While I was wiping her ass, she said she was afraid she was going shit right in my face and then by reflex back up onto my mouth and force a big turd in my mouth. I did not know what to say. I knew that was the ultimate degradation. I did several nervous giggles but could not muster any words. The thought of that situation played over and over in my mind. To my shock I revealed silently to myself that I would do absolutely nothing. That is how much I was falling in love with her. I was the lowest animal on earth I thought. The idea of the disgust excited me. It was all I thought about, but I did not dare tell her, but I fantasized that soon it would happen by accident.

After going so long without any human touch I was excited at any physical contact with her of any kind. I realized how lucky I was to be able to serve her. I realized I was too ugly for any man to want to touch me much less make passion with me.

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Sherry’s Diary

Entry #1:

I talked Hannah into keeping a diary because I plan to sneak into it and read it. I had a spare key made. I am of a curious mind and I am curious about her. She is a like having a faithful pet to have always there to analyze and study and experiment with.  She thinks I really like her, but right now she is just a nice convenience toy. I have her carrying my books to and from school. She does my nails and gives me a neck rub anytime I want it. I make her loan me money, even though I am well off. I have a devilish streak in me and I enjoy using and abusing her as it excites me sexually. I live in a big fancy farm house alone while my parents are away on a world cruise.  They hinted strongly that they might not come back as they have fallen in love with Switzerland and they might let me have the farm-house.

Hannah used to come by once in awhile but now she comes over every night and I put her to work cleaning the house, doing my laundry, cooking my meals. She is just too happy to serve me. I love making her my flunky. I am really getting dependent upon her. She makes my bed, dusts the furniture, and now I have her works in the garden pulling weeds. I have showed her how to feed the hog and the two stallions. I got her cleaning out the stalls.  I really get turned on by using and abusing her. It turns me on sexually. I love it when she gets down her knees and polishes my thigh-high boots. One time I purposely did not wear any panties and slowly spread my legs to get her reaction. She was so embarrassed and started to shiver. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "Nothing." She tried not to look. So I eased my already too-short micro-mini-skirt up even higher and pretended not to notice as I pretended to be occupied reading the TV guide while eating an apple. I could sneak a peak at her looking at my crotch when she did not know I was looking. She was transfixed, moving the shoe brush very slowly. Well now her sneak-a-peeking was getting me hot, so I asked her to go get me a beer. She did and I pretended to get drunk fast and I put my head back on the couch and spread my legs all the way making my black micro-mini skirt scrunch all the way up to belt level. She was totally transfixed. Then I had to fart and could not hold it. I let out a big fart right in her face. I figured she would get really mad and get up and leave. She just stayed there and did not say anything.  She just kept staring while slowly polishing one of my boots. The fact that she did not move away from my fart really turned me on. I felt really special and powerful at that gesture. It was then that I realized that I would be probably be able to do anything to her that I wanted, anytime I wanted, anywhere, no matter how degrading. And I started thinking of all kind of dirty mean humiliating and degrading things to do her. And the more I schemed the more turned on I got. I was getting wet now just thinking about it. It was about then that I realized I needed to go to the bathroom and take a shit real bad. I got an idea. I did not know if she'd go for it. It was bold. I asked her is she would help me to the bathroom cause I had to take a shit and I was a little drunk.

She said no problem and she half carried me to the toilet. We both fell on the bathroom floor with my fake acting. I asked her if she would not mind helping me off with my skirt and panties.

"No problem, you know I'll do whatever I can to make you happy. I feel I can't do enough for you", she said.

 I was now getting wet as she pulled off my skirt and panties. She asked me if I wanted her to stay or go.  I told her I was feeling dizzy and I knew it was kind of nasty but if she didn't mind, I'd like her to stay. She said no problem and she'd stay by my side as long as I needed her. She lay in front of me holding my hands while my legs stretched wide open so my pussy was totally exposed to her face. I farted real long. She did not budge. I apologized, and she said it was all right and that it was normal and she did not mind. She said to fart as much as I had to. She said that it actually smelled kind of nice. I told her that if she liked it, she could move her head closer and that I would not mind. I pulled her close to where her nose was right at the toilet rim. I let out one more fart big long right in her face. I just laughed and she giggled. Then I started to feel a big turd coming. I could see her staring at the turd coming out. I was now turned on at the site of another woman’s face so close to my turd action that I instinctively grabbed her by the back of her head and pushed her head down into the toilet, her face inches away from the toilet water as I felt another long turd fall in and splash the water up into her face. She moaned. Then I let go a steady stream of hot piss just inches away from her face. She knew I was using her head as a brace and she did not resist. I apologized again and again she said it was ok and that she was glad to be there for me when I needed her. I told her I needed to ask her a big favor.

She said, "Anything for you. What is it?"

"Could you wipe my ass, because I don't think I can reach back there? I hurt my arm today", I requested.

"No problem, stand up a little bit", she requested.

 

 She crawled back around the back on her knees and proceeded to wipe my ass ever so lovingly first with dry tissue, then wet wipes, and then finished with dry tissue.

"Even your shit smells nice", she quipped. "And you have such a lovely ass. You are so beautiful all over".

I asked her if she wanted to stay over for a week because I could use her help until my arm heeled. She said, she'd love to and wished she could stay forever. I told her that maybe that could be a possibility. I asked her if she liked taking care of me. She said she loved it and what she lived for and it was when she was most happy.

I asked her to fix me a bath. She went and ran the water. I told her how turned on I got by her watching me shit and her wiping my ass. She said that she was also very turned on, the most turned on she'd ever been in her whole life.

Hannah is one ugly homely girl. She has buck teeth, a crooked nose, real bad acne, and she is a little plump. She never combs her hair; it’s all tangled and unkempt. I think she takes one bath a week. By now, I am used to her smell. I am the only friend she has or ever had. It's like having your own little dumb personal slave. She is so naive. I get off on abusing her. It is becoming addicting. I am now so addicted that I am always planning my next scenario.

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Coming up….

A methamphetamine lab in Hannah’s mother’s trailer explodes.  Police arrest her mother and her boyfriend. The trailer and all the possessions are a total loss. Hannah, while in the shower, is thrown from the scene unnerved, but relatively unharmed  and escapes to a lady neighbor’s trailer totally nude, to user her phone and call Sherry for help, fearful of the police finding her and putting her into protective custody.