Strawberry - A Shanghai Girl in America Ch. 04

"Oh fuck," Alan groans. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... Fuck." He so carried away now. He pounding cock into me. I so enjoying absolute helplessness of position beneath so demanding Alan. Demanding? He taking what he want and I so loving it. I so loving being taken. Alan so heavy on me. Spread my legs so wide, draw knees so far back, so open to di diao driving in so forceful. So enjoying repeated hard thrusting of so big hard di diao into so welcoming xiǎo bī. I so totally fucked. I loving every moment of so hard fucking. I so being used. So loving so hard usage.

"Alan," I moan. "Ohhh Alan ... Alan..." I so enjoying slamming of butt onto rug beneath as Alan drive di diao into me, working like jackhammer. I so fucked. I so very very fucked. I loving it. "Wǒ tā mā de yìng," I moaning so happy. "Wǒ tā mā de yìng ... Fuck my cunt ... Fuck my cunt..."

So enjoying use of English words now. So delightful to use both English words and Chinese words. So enjoying naughty words coming from mouth while di diao slamming into xiǎo bī. I feeling so very fucked. So loving hard fucking and Alan fucking me so delightful hard. "Wo de ma ... wo de ma ... so good ... you fuck me so good..." I so astounding unable to think of anything except what di diao doing to me.

So sensation rippling through me. Rippling? Ripples turning into waves, turning into surf crashing, turning into tidal wave so growing. I so helpless, so carried away by surging sensation, so fast growing pleasure. So wanting tidal wave to break and bring experience of so amazing climax to body. So sensing growing excitement of so beloved Alan

"Oh god," Alan groan, "Strawberry ... Strawberry ...I love you ... I love you." One arm under my shoulders, his other hand under my butt, holding me as he fuck me so hard, bucking hard into me. I so knowing he finishing in me soon. So wanting to satisfy my guy, so wanting to feel him shèjīng in me.

" Wǒ tā mā de yìng ... fuck my cunt ... fuck my cunt so hard ... shèjīng ... want you shèjīng in me." I so offering words of encouragement. He so thick and hard in me now, so pounding me down into rug on floor.

"Strawberry ... Strawberry ... god I love fucking your tight little cunt." Alan groaning so obscene and exciting words into ears. "You like that ... You like me fucking you hard?"

"Wo do ma, yes," I moan, "fuck my cunt hard, Alan, fuck me hard, I so yours to fuck hard." I so on fire, so loving hard pounding being received. So feeling spring inside coiling again, so wanting, wanting, wanting and then so overwhelming climax breaks inside me, big wave of pleasure washing through body, through mind, a glowing kaleidoscope of ecstasy as I feel Alan's cum bursting out inside me. Alan grunting so loud, so wordless with every burst of cum exploding inside so welcoming xiǎo bī which I so diligently milking his di diao with even in midst of own so golden orgasm.

Breathing slowly returning to normal over so lengthy timeframe as I lying there clinging to Alan. I so very well fucked. I so very ecstatic. I smiling up at beloved one. He smiling down at me, kissing nose, kissing lips, kissing everywhere lips can touch.

"That so good," I breathe, so happy. "I loving you so much, Alan." I giggling now. "Love you fucking me so much, Alan. How come you so good? How come I so lucky to find so perfect man? I so loving you, Alan." I loving Alan so much. Love I feel so intense almost hurts. So not wanting to let Alan go.

"Strawberry," Alan breathe my name so romantic, not stopping kisses. "Ohhh Strawberry, I love you."

We so clinging to each other. Oh so nice feeling. So wishing we able to start all over again but also knowing so late. Alan work so hard to satisfy me, work so hard enjoying himself. Alan spend all last night driving here. He needing his sleep. I not to be too demanding. So much time to enjoy ourselves while we staying with Alan's so wonderful family.

Alan shrinking inside me now. Di diao no longer so hard. Now softening, getting smaller. I knowing I greedy wanting again, but have to think of sleep. Alan need sleep so as to satisfy desires in morning before dim sum. I fully intending at least twice in morning. So thinking naughty thoughts of morning already. I so naughty girl sometimes. So smiling happily as thinking of morning love-making plans. Thinking cowgirl's and Alan's such a nice way to wake Alan up. Alan enjoying so much last time. I smiling so happy at so pleasant rewarding memory.

"I love you so much, Strawberry." Alan kiss me so gentle, looking down into my eyes, lifting himself a little. I see eyes. I know he meaning what he say so very much. I knowing Alan my entire world. I loving him so very very much.

"Oooohhhhh. Love you more than entire universe, Alan," I sigh, back arching, eyes wide as Alan ease cock out from inside me so gentle. I so sore from so hard pounding. So glowing from so amazing heavenly climax. So thinking making love with Alan best sensation in entire universe. Alan roll off me to lie beside me. Pass me handful of tissues. Prop himself up on elbow and watch, smiling as I take tissues so grateful, using to mop self.

I looking at Alan watching me. I giggling at so interested look. "You shèjīng so much in me, Alan. How come so much? You like bull. Big big bull." Tissues so soaking wet. So much. Alan grin as he pass me more tissues. I using them as well until at last, relief, no more. Not wanting to leave big damp patch on rug on first night. On other hand, so not really caring as I lying there so happy. So sleepy. So enjoying heat of flames playing on naked skin. Snuggle close to Alan, sigh so contented.

This everything I ever dream of. Lying here in Alan's arms in so beautiful room with lovely fire inside, snowy winter outside like so charming Christmas Card. Wishing rest of my life so like this moment. So closing eyes, drifting away on sea of infinite happiness.

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I lying so relaxed on rug in front of fire feeling warmth from flames on one side, warmth from Alan on other. Alan's arms around me, feeling so like little rag doll, so limp, so satisfied, so sleepy now. Wood fire so beautiful, flames so hypnotic, smell of pinewood burning so fragrant. Like incense in air. Incense of love. I know I never forgetting this happy moment. So embedded in memory forever. Such a wonderful memory. So enjoying wonderful memories. So much better than other memories I so preferring to forget.

"Bed time now, Strawberry little love." Eyes open. I look. Alan looking down at me, smiling, hand brushing hair from face. I so loving Alan. So loving way he look at me. So caring, so in love with me. So wanting and treasuring that look.

I smiling as Alan slip arms under me, lift me up so easily, carry me to so comfortable bed. Alan pull the duvet up over me before sliding into bed next to me. I turn towards him, snuggle into his arms, one leg over him. So warm and cosy snuggling together in bed, the fire smell so nice. Flames flicker, make the room so glowing. Real wood fire so very beautiful.

I close eyes, thinking only happy loving thoughts, hearing sound of waves swishing so gentle on beach, wind whispering so delightful in trees, faint hiss of snowflakes against windows, soft crackle of wood burning in fireplace, scent of burning pinewood in air. So soothing sounds. So peaceful sounds. So relaxing scent. So serene. So tranquility.

"I love you so much, Alan," I murmur, so content. Wanting to stay in Alan's arms forever. Nothing else in world so good as being in bed together after making love knowing we together for days and days and days in such sweet idyllic place. So dreaming of such sweet idyll continuing forever. Such a sweet dream. So very much wanting sweet dream to become ongoing reality of life.

"I love you, Strawberry." Alan sound so happy, so satisfied, so loving. His hand so tender, stroking back hair from my face, brushing my cheeks so gentle. Lips brushing mine, so sleepy kiss. "Sleep now, little darling, I'll keep you warm."

"Yes, Alan," I murmur. I so knowing he will. So much trust in Alan. So much love in me for Alan. I fall asleep cradled in Alan's arms, so safe and secure, knowing I so truly loved by so wonderful guy. Wonderful guy so first guy in entire life to love me so truly, so not pretending to love me just because I so good looking. I knowing I so truly cared for. So warm and happy. So looking forward to waking up in morning in bed next to Alan. So looking forward to making love with Alan in morning. So looking forward to seeing so friendly little sister Gwen in morning. So looking forward to dim sum in Duluth tomorrow morning with big happy family.

So much to look forward to in morning.

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And just a quick (maybe not so quick when I see how much I wrote) note from Chloe:

This is #4in the Strawberry stories and there's more to come. I do love writing Strawberry so I do hope you enjoyed reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. You may have noticed I've changed the writing style a little from #1 and #2. Playing around. Would love to know if you prefer the "so" style of this chapter or the earlier ones. Also, some of Strawberry's backstory has changed here and there, but nothing too major.

The yet to be written Prequel

#0 – "Hello, my name is Strawberry"

So far

#1 – "Strawberry's Halloween"

#2 – "Strawberry Loses Face"

#3 – "Happiness, Your Name is Strawberry"

#4 – "Strawberry under the Mistletoe – Part I – I'll Keep You Warm."

Next up:

#5 – "Strawberry under the Mistletoe – Part II – Dim Sum in Duluth"

#6 – "Strawberry under the Mistletoe – Part III – So Dreaming of White Christmas"

#7 – "Strawberry under the Mistletoe – Part IV – Call of Wild so Scary"

#8 – "Strawberry under the Mistletoe – Part V – New Year Nyttår"

#8 – "Strawberry under the Mistletoe – Part VI – So Sad My Farewells"

There's a few more planned but that's all I'm sharing right now. Because by the time I get this far it'll have changed for sure.

Some followup notes on bits and pieces from the story if you're interested

*95 Shì Zìdòng Bùqiāng: The QBZ-95 (95式自动步枪; literally: "Type 95 Automatic Rifle") is a bullpup style assault rifle manufactured by Arsenal 266, part of Norinco and Arsenal 296, under Jianshe Corp, for the People's Liberation Army, the armed forces of the People's Republic of China, People's Armed Police (para-military police), and other Chinese law enforcement agencies. Strawberry would have trained with this rifle when she was in her High School Militia unit.

*Is the 95 Shì Zìdòng Bùqiāng available for sale in the USA? In short, no. In 1993, the import of most Norinco (Chinese manufacturer) firearms and ammunition into the United States was blocked under new trade rules. In August 2003, the Bush Administration imposed sanctions on Norinco, leading to a prohibition on imports into the US of the remaining types of firearms and ammunition not covered by the 1993 ban. You can buy Norinco-manufactured guns in Canada through. On April 28, 2013, Norinco's new EMEI T97NSR (a civilian version of the QBZ-95) was classified as a non-restricted firearm by the RCMP and became legal for dealers to import. It went into retail stores on September 17, 2013 and costs about $1,000 CAD. It's chambered for the .223 Remington cartridge and fed by STANAG magazines. Still can't buy it here though.

*High School Militia training in China: The 1984 Military Service Law stipulated the combination of the militia and the reserve service system. Military training for senior middle-school and college and university students commenced in 1984 as China sought to provide additional qualified reserve service officers. Strawberry's militia training would have been on this basis.

*Beijing Women's Militia contingent: dubbed the "clang roses," are a mini-skirted phalanx of the Beijing Women's Militia Police, whose trendy, figure-flattering pink outfits, white berets, calf-length white boots and immaculate in-step marching draws plenty of applause in parades - and even a rare smile from the normally dour Hu Jintao (back in 2009 when he was still President). Search for "Chinese Beautiful Pink Army" on youtube and you'll see what Strawberry means.

*bad parents also shot: In a word, no. Strawberry is obviously incorrect here and possibly being overly dramatic, probably misled by incorrect and sensational Shanghai newspaper reporting. Death sentences in China are mostly enforced only for murder and drug trafficking, and since 2007, an appeal is conducted automatically to prevent the awkward circumstances in which the defendant is proved innocent after the death penalty has been administered. Since 1980, the state's security apparatus has initiated various "strike hard" campaigns against specific types of crime. Critics have however noted that the campaigns lead to the streamlining of capital cases, where cases are investigated, appeals heard, and sentences carried out at rates much more rapidly than normal.

*Canadian Tire:If you're ever in Canada, check them out. The border's not that far from where I live (okay, a few hours drive...) and we go up to Canada every now and then. Only in summer (those polar bears in the streets, you know). Canadian Tire's a great store for winter and outdoor stuff. Great website too. Very "Canadian" eh. LOL.

*Somalis in Minneapolis: Somalis are a major ethnic group in the Minneapolis–Saint Paul (Twin Cities) urban area. As of 2013, there were around 25,000 Somalis in Minnesota, probably the largest Somali ethnic enclave in the USA. I so not commenting about actual crime stats. Look for yourself if you're that interested. Strawberry's opinions are stated for so purely fictional purposes. So intending laughter as result. So not tolerating so stupid PC comments in Comments section. So stating if no sense of humor, so please plucking eyeballs out and not reading so funny entertaining story. So emphasizing this.

*...savage war fought against invading Vietnamese imperialists so long ago in 1979: The Sino-Vietnamese War (Zhōng-Yuè Zhànzhēng), also known as the Third Indochina War, was a brief border war fought between the People's Republic of China and the Socialist Republic of Vietnam in early 1979. China launched the offensive in response to Vietnam's invasion and occupation of Cambodia in 1978 (which ended the rule of the Chinese-backed Khmer Rouge). Chinese leader Deng Xiaoping saw this as a Soviet attempt "to extend its evil tentacles to Southeast Asia and...carry out expansion there", which reflected the long-standing Sino-Soviet split. The PLA entered northern Vietnam, capturing some of the cities near the border. On March 6, 1979, China declared that the gate to Hanoi was open and that their punitive mission had been achieved. Chinese forces retreated back across the Vietnamese border into China. Sergeant Han would have been a young soldier in this war.

*Judy Hua: Shanghai designer Judy Hua (华娟) established her fashion label in 2004 and has built up a respectable following as one of Shanghai's most promising home-grown talents. In addition to designs for corporate clients, Judy Hua creates haute couture pieces, mostly for well-off Shanghainese women, one of whom is Strawberry. Not Chloe, unfortunately.

*Princess Mononoke: Princess is a 1997 Japanese epic historical fantasy anime film written and directed by Hayao Miyazaki, animated by Studio Ghibli and produced by Toshio Suzuki. Princess Mononoke is set in the late Muromachi period (approximately 1336 to 1573) of Japan with fantasy elements. One of the main characters is a girl named San, self-dubbed Princess Mononoke, who was raised by the wolves as one of their own. The was a critical and commercial blockbuster, becoming the highest-grossing film in Japan of 1997, and the highest-grossing there of all time until Titanic was released later that year. It was dubbed into English and distributed in North America by Miramax. No sex in the film, but it's a great anime movie, as are most of the movies from Studio Ghibli. Strawberry is obviously familiar with the movie.

*Fuerdai: A Chinese term that means "the second generation of the rich". Fuerdai are sons and daughters of the Chinese nouveau riche who emerged from the formerly socialist society. While such wealthy individuals may have reached their new socioeconomic position either through their own initiative and efforts or by becoming powerful members of the ruling party, their children often enjoy a comfortable lifestyle and have a much easier and obstacle-free life path. Most wealthy Chinese send their children abroad to get a better education. This is especially true in the United States and parts of Canada where it is very common to see well-off Chinese students attending universities, driving expensive cars, wearing brand name clothing and carrying gadgets which have price tags that are out of reach for the vast majority of American students. Universities look favorably on this kind of international students as they generate more revenue and tend to pay more in fees. Strawberry is also of course one of the Fuerdai but does not regard herself as in the same league as Longwei, who is one of the children of the super-rich, as opposed to the merely wealthy like her Dad.

*Krumkake: One word. Okay, two words. So Yummy! Norwegian waffle cookie made of flour, butter, eggs, sugar, and cream and really popular among Norwegian immigrant descendants in the American Midwest and in Minnesota (where there are lots of descendants of Scandinavian immigrants). Like Italian pizzelle, a special decorative two-sided iron griddle, similar to a waffle iron, is traditionally used to bake the thin round cakes. While hot, the krumkake are rolled into small cones around a wooden or plastic cone form. Krumkake can be eaten plain or filled with whipped cream or other fillings. Just delicious. I'd never heard of these until I lived in Minneapolis and ohhhhhh, they are just sooooo yummy.

*Herregud: Norwegian: "my God". Used to express admiration and surprise ("wow..."). Many Norwegian/Swedish expressions continue to be used by Scandinavian-Americans.

Lutefisk: Two words. Acquired taste. Hear that gagging sound? It's Norwegian-Americans attempting to connect with their heritage. To make lutefisk, catch yourself a cod. Take out the bones, skin it, salt it, hang it out to dry for several weeks until it hardens and smells like a dumpster. After a few months or years, bring it inside and soak it in lye for several days. Yes, lye — a substance defined as "a strong caustic alkaline solution of potassium salts, obtained by leaching wood ashes. It is much used in making soap, etc." Et cetera indeed. After several days in lye, you soak it for several more days in cold water, changing the water daily. To make it "edible" you understand. Steam cook for 20 minutes or so. Lutefisk prepared from cod is somewhat notorious, even in Scandinavia, for its intensely offensive odor. You get a gelatinous blob that slithers down your throat and makes you wish you'd cooked a turkey for Christmas dinner like a normal American. Far more lutefisk is consumed in the United States than in Scandinavia, much of it by Scandinavian Americans in Lutheran churches and fraternal lodges misguidedly attempting to connect with their heritage. I ate it once after I'd drunk far more than I should have back when I was at College in Minneapolis. There are worse culinary traditions in the world. Some of them Chinese. But not that many. And believe me, I'm open to eating almost anything as long as it's not moving. And just so's you know, the Wisconsin Employees' Right to Know Law specifically exempts lutefisk in defining "toxic substances." That's how bad it is. ROTFLMAO if you try it after this. Go for it, she says enthusiastically. Video it and send me the clip. I wanna watch.