A kind guest

She laid there, moaning gently in the hallway, her pussy on display and the spoon+her skirt looking like a planted flag. "Ah, what do we have here?" said a man's voice, with a mixture of concern and bemusement

He approached her and inspected the damage. He gently twanged the spoon and heard her whimper. "Well nothing for it" he said as he grabbed her hips and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Her groans persisted as he walked the hallway to his room, and when he jostled her slightly to reach the keys in her pocket, putting extra pressure on her bladder and lower stomach which made her gasp and groan a little. He cooed softly to her but he was smiling, rather amused by the situation. He turned to close the door and heard a shriek, as his sharp turn made the spoon handle collide with the wall, tearing out of her. "Ahahahaha fuck!" said Autumn, new tears springing to her eyes as she desperately tried to clutch at her puffy pussy. He hurled her onto the bed and she pushed her skirt down and rocked back and forth gently cupping herself

He walked to his side table and grabbed his champagne bucket, before bringing it to sit on the bed next to her. A gentle hand on her stomach caused her to stop rocking and look up. She finally got a good look at him. Tall (to her, everyone was tall), long blonde curls, soft blue eyes, fairly feminine all round despite the easy strength he showed lifting her big ass. She pondered if him being pretty made it better or worse that she was pussy out on his bed, but not for long. He reached into the bucket, grabbed an ice cube, and popped it in his mouth. He let it roll around in there for a few seconds to moisten it, take some chill off and to smooth out the sharper edges.

Then he took the icecube in his fingers and gently put it on her puffy, swollen, red right lip. She sucked in air and twitched but his other hand on her sternum kept her in place and he gave her a gentle smile as he shushed her softly. After the initial cold shock it started to feel a little nice and they both felt her chest relax as she breathed out slowly. "Good girl" he said as she calmed down. He slowly dragged the cube over her right lip as it melted, soothing her pussy. As it got smaller he popped another into his mouth, and when it was the size of his pinky he slipped it in her pussy. She startled again briefly but slowly moaned as she felt it melt inside her, soothing her insides and making her pussy feel very strange. "Good girl" he repeated, stroking her thighs and face to calm her

He took the other cube and started on her left lip. Again she sucked in at the initial touch but soon returned to soft whimpering as the cold ice and his soft touch. He rubbed it up and down and slipped this one inside her while it was still a little bigger and continued, grabbing ice from his bucket, putting it in his mouth, and rubbing her pussy gently. As he worked her pussy started leaking fairly heavily from all the melted ice, (and perhaps other liquids) and made a growin wet patch beneath her. She had long since surrendered to it and was laying back, eyes shut and enjoying being cared for. Eventually he got a piece and ran it along her pussy, and slowly pushed it up and put it on her clitoral hood, before taking it off again. Her eyes flew open again, she let out a little "oooooooh", and lifted her head up again. But again he smiled at her, stroked her hair, and pushed her to lay back down. He touched it gently against the clit again and her breath quickened, but she began to settle into it. Then he switched to gently circling her, now slightly less puffy, clit and encouraging her. "Good girl. You're ok. Just relax, I've got you". Her face finally settled into something resembling peace as he continued dragging the ice cubes around her pussy, across her clit and slipping them inside her. After about the 7th cube, he let his fingers, cold from holding the ice, massage her pussy directly, still getting ice to put inside her as they melted. She cooed slightly as she felt his expert touch massage her lips, her hole and her clit. She started to feel the telltale tension build up in her crotch and looked up at him, her mouth beginning to hang open. "I think.. I'm gonna.." before she could finish he popped a bit of ice out of her pussy and put it in her mouth. Judging from how the ice tasted, that puddle under her was _not _just water, and it served to keep her quiet as she layed there tasting herself and he continued his work. He popped out the next one for himself and put it in his mouth, and she watched him roll it in his mouth, savouring it as he continued to take care of her. Finally he was ready to finish her off, he got a larger cube and put it up her, but kept his finger inside and moving ever so slightly as his thumb drew the tiniest circles on her clit. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she looked up at him until finally he felt a little stream trickle out her pussy as it clamped on the last ice block and she came, her mouth hanging open. "Goooood girl" he said, stroking her hair and slowing down on her clit to let the orgasm run its course. When she was finished and breathing a little more heavily, he took the champagne bottle itself and pressed it against her crotch. She held it put it in the floor on its side. Then he picked her up and put her kneeling over it, before pressing her shoulders down so her pussy pressed against it and she felt it soothe the last little bits of pain that remained.

She looked up at him with big eyes as she sat kneeling before him, unable to move off of her bottle