Saving a lost beauty - Sex Stories

Saving a lost beauty

... nobody to look after her. She went on to tell me that she had come to the USA from Romania and was promised a job by some company that had turned out to be front for a prostitution ring. She had left there and wandered around town and finally decided to try being a hooker to make enough money to get back home. That’s when the cops picked her up and all this bullshit started. I told her that I was not rich but that I had some money saved up and that I would make sure she got back home if that was what she wanted. I said that anything I had she was welcome to and I would help her all I could. She turned to me and kissed me on the cheek and said “I wish I had met you when I was beautiful.” “What do you mean when you were beautiful, you are beautiful” I told her. “No, I am dirty and ugly now” she cried “I will never be pretty again.” I got up from the bed and went to the closet and got a bathrobe and went to her. “Come on” I told her “get up and come with me.” She stood up and I helped her put the robe on covering her beautiful bruised body. I helped her into the bathroom and I picked her up and sat her on the counter top so she could see herself in the big wall to wall mirrors. I took the hairbrush and started to brush her hair. I could see her getting a small smile across her face as I continued to brush her hair. Soon she was telling me how she wanted her hair and I was trying to act like a hairdresser. She forgot some of her troubles and was actually enjoying herself. She ...

... finally realized what had happened and she took my hand and pulled me to her. She kissed me and thanked me for saving her. I smiled at her and told her that I would save her any time. She said that she didn't have any clothes except those that had been torn and she didn't know what to wear. I picked her up and carried her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. I opened the closet and started trying to find something this woman could wear. Of course I am twice her size and anything that I had in the closet was either blue jeans or something that wouldn't fit her. I told her to lie back down in the bed and take a nap and that I would be back in a little while. I got dressed and told her to write down her sizes on a piece of paper and I would get her some clothes. I asked her what she liked to wear and she said jeans and a blouse. I took the list and off I went to buy girls clothes. I went to the ladies shop at the local mall and I looked like I was way out of place. Lucky for me there was a pretty young lady clerk and she was more than happy to help me. I told her that I needed clothes for a young woman like her and gave her the paper with the sizes on it. She said that she could get everything I needed except she wanted to know the bust size of my girlfriend. I told her that I didn't know and she laughed and told me that I should know her bust size. “That’s the first thing most men know” she laughed “are they bigger than mine?” She stuck her boobs out in front of me and I must ...