Canada's Hottest

Canada's Hottest

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

**My second time submitting this novel here. I deleted my first submission in error!** Nineteen year old Canadian student Sahara Dare meets an alien from another planet after she is involved in a car crash in Quebec. The dying alien gives her a capsule containing a mystery liquid, telling her that it will help her recover. Depressed after being told she might lose her limbs, Sahara drinks the alien liquid, which heals her body almost instantly and gives her amazing abilities. Young and headstrong, Sahara uses these powers for good and not so good as it gives her the confidence to turn up her physical appearance and her sex life. Sahara agonizes over how long she can keep this a secret, as her friends and others notice a difference in her. Soon, her close friends, her sex partners, her adversaries, local criminals, biker gangs, local religious extremists and those aliens are all affected as Sahara tries her best to become Canada's Hottest. **ACTS OF SEX AND SOME VIOLENCE THROUGHOUT**

Summary

**My second time submitting this novel here. I deleted my first submission in error!**
Nineteen year old Canadian student Sahara Dare meets an alien from another planet after she is involved in a car crash in Quebec. The dying alien gives her a capsule containing a mystery liquid, telling her that it will help her recover. Depressed after being told she might lose her limbs, Sahara drinks the alien liquid, which heals her body almost instantly and gives her amazing abilities. Young and headstrong, Sahara uses these powers for good and not so good as it gives her the confidence to turn up her physical appearance and her sex life. Sahara agonizes over how long she can keep this a secret, as her friends and others notice a difference in her. Soon, her close friends, her sex partners, her adversaries, local criminals, biker gangs, local religious extremists and those aliens are all affected as Sahara tries her best to become Canada's Hottest.

**ACTS OF SEX AND SOME VIOLENCE THROUGHOUT**

Chapter1 (v.1) - D.I.S.C.O

Author Chapter Note

Sahara Dare does something out of the ordinary at a disco held at her college.

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Submitted: September 03, 2016

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The cover of the night was worn like a veil around her face and body. Her hands were in her pants pockets, her right hand gripping her iPhone hard. She wanted her phone to ring but she didn't want it to ring! Ahead of her, the lights from the building windows threatened to uncover her betrayal. If this took any longer she might convince herself to ditch the whole arrangement.

At last she recognized the quick walking figure as he almost rushed from the side of the building to find her hiding spot. She made him out by his skinny pants and the network of small dreads on his head. 
 
Sahara's lithe, petite body swayed as a bolt of excitement ran through her. Of course she knew why this man was in such an apparent hurry. She was planning to give his cock an intimate tour of her pussy. That was where she was going tonight. No playing around, no awkward fumbling, no delaying attacks or indecision. It was going to be wham, bam and thank you so much ma'am. 
 
On this night of April 15, Sahara Dare was about to indulge in a personal act that she had never done before. 
 
Sahara was about to cheat on her boyfriend, Tyrone.
 
He was a suave, handsome dude who attended the same college as her.
 
He knew he was a suave, handsome dude.
 
He also had an inflated ego, and could be very dismissive of women he thought were lucky to have a fraction of his attention.
 
He could be too dismissive of Sahara.
 
He had cheated on her at least once.
 
Sahara had had enough and wanted revenge.
 
And the sex.
 
  The Groovy Hi Fiving Disco Ball was in fact a reason to raise money for The Ottawa Food Cupboard. It gave the Culinary School at Algonquin College, where it was being held, an opportunity to showcase the range of skills they had learnt so far, and almost most importantly, an excuse for the students to party, make fools of themselves and to make out with whoever they fancied at that particular moment.
 
Jimmy Dakar, into his second year of an Applied Business diploma, was not expecting too much from the event. He went along with a classmate because he was hoping that some of the stuck up women on his course would let loose and show that they were really human and not stuffy dirt-free cyborgs.
 
He had an eye for most women, with a preference for slim, mixed race females, whatever their background. There was a healthy amount of slim women in attendance, and most of them appeared to be without a male partner. 
 
The music was supplied by a DJ from the college's radio station, which meant standard top 40 fare. No-one was really dancing though, apart from a few older female students who were determined to make a night out of it.
 
No chance here then, Jimmy thought. Everyone's sticking to their buddies
 
There was no alcohol either to soothe him. Just cans of Coke and Fanta. What are we, kids?
While Jimmy was contemplating whether to just say fuck it and run, he suddenly found himself being sent first class into a group of African students by a wicked shove from behind. After issuing a rapid series of apologies to the Africans, he focussed on the origin of his embarrassing trip. Standing in the space he had been occupying, with a very sheepish grin of apology, was a young black woman whom he recognised as being a student on the same business course.
 
“I'm sorry!” she cried, with both hands at the sides of her face. “Are you okay?”
 
Jimmy was puzzled. “You did that?”
 
“Yeah.  Sorry, I slipped and bumped into you!”
 
Jimmy was sure he had been pushed by a man, a strong man at that. It was more of a wallop than a push. He still felt the imprint of the hand that shoved him on his back.
 
“You sent me half way across the room.”
 
“Huh?”
 
“I said you sent me halfway across the room with that push.”
 
Sahara put her hand to her mouth, a physical way of saying 'oops'. 
 
Jimmy paused as his memory kicked in. They had never spoken before but he knew this woman quite well. Many people did at the college. Her name was Sahara Dare. She was involved in a serious car crash two months previously. Her injuries were so severe,  that she had been a risk of losing at least one limb, and would be in a wheelchair for the foreseeable future. However, prayers were answered in a spectacular fashion when Sahara completed a very remarkable recovery from her injuries. Within a month she was back at Algonquin walking unaided.
 
Almost as significant was the change in her behaviour. Before the accident, Jimmy would have classed Sahara as a cool, average, easy going woman with decent good looks. She was an above average student, but there was nothing memorable about her. He reckoned that she could move up a notch to hotty level if she lost a little weight. She was not as slim or as tall as he liked his women. She was cute in a cuddly stuffed toy kind of way.
 
Since her return to study, Sahara had sexed up her act. Her clothing became tighter and revealing. The pants practically merged with her legs, and the skirts became shorter. More recently, she began to become flirtatious with the men on their course. For some reason, his turn for the Sahara treatment had not come yet, which Jimmy did not mind, as she was not really the type he chased.
 
Tonight, she highlighted her slightly medium figure in a pair of skin tight jeans, black ankle boots and a tight V-neck sweater.  Her hair, usually in braids, had been combed straight and hung down with the sheen of styling gel.
 
Jimmy was taking notice now.
 
“Why are you doing this?” he asked.
 
Sahara did not want to think about that any more. She went straight to the drastic point. Her nose grazed Jimmy's thin beard on the right side of his face. Her right hand opened up and closed around his crotch. She gave him a tight squeeze. This squeeze said, this was not a tease. She smelt faint wisps of weed in his breath as he twisted his face so that they could exchange saliva. He extended one hand and grabbed at where he thought one of her breasts were lying in wait.
 
“Tell me why,” he asked again.
 
“Does it matter?”
 
“Nah.”
 
The Culinary School shared a building with The School of Hospitality and Tourism. There were quite a few very good looking female students at The School of Hospitality and Tourism, especially International Students. At the rear of the building was its car park, and beyond that a wire fence divided the car park from Woodroffe Avenue. Two female students from the said school were in a parked Plymouth Neon among a few vehicles in the car park. They were slim, attractive and bisexual. One was mixed race white and Asian, from Ottawa. The other, an International Student from Argentina. They were attracted to each other physically and using the merry occasion in the building to get out and have their own kind of fun.
 
Movement from the outside caused them to stop their frolicking. They did not recognise the man who they saw walk quickly from the rear of the building and towards a covering of trees another ten metres away between the building and the car park. They had been in the car long enough to have already identified the shorter, more shapely figure female who hid among the trees. 
 
When they met, they spoke for a short while. Then the male made as if he wanted to move on, away from the trees, but the female stood her ground. They made out part of his face briefly when he moved from the shadow of the trees. The women held onto his hand firmly until he relented with a slump of his body. When his body returned to the shadows. When he was adjacent to the female, she went straight into a crouching position. 
 
The two young women could not clearly identify the crotch area of the male as he was standing perpendicular to a thick tree whose bulk cancelled out part of his body. However, by the jerking movements of the girl's head, they could safely assume that she was giving him a blow job. Now this new spectacle took over their attention from their own particular indecent kissing session in the car.
 
Jimmy had questions but they weren't that important. He guessed that either Sahara was just super horny and her man was not available or she was out to get him jealous by banging another man. After bumping into him, they began talking for about ten minutes. Jimmy invited Sahara to dance when the DJ introduced old school rap to the music selection. It was a big assumption that she liked rap but Sahara went with it. 
 
Sahara got real jiggy with her dance moves. The intrepid movements from her abundant breasts hypnotised Jimmy. He told her he was amazed that she could move with such fire two months after the accident. He then told her she was making the night come alive for him. 
 
He asked her about her man.
 
She said she could forget about him if Jimmy could.
 
And that lead swiftly to where they were now, outside in the dark. Their location by the trees was hidden but it was not very secluded. The lights from the building just reached the trees and it just needed one person to look outside and to keep looking outside to notice that something was going on.
 
Sahara had planned this, he thought. Why else had she asked him when was the last time he had washed his dick. When he said he couldn't remember, even though he knew he had not since his shower last night, she produced a wet napkin sachet like the ones they used to provide in McDonald’s in the good old days. She opened the packet, folded the napkin and used it to wipe around the head of his cock. By the time she was done he was hard enough to put a hole through the tree.
 
His cock enjoyed a five minute service within her mouth, then she put it down, rose up and turned so that her back was against the nearest tree and also facing the building.  
 
“My turn now,” she said. He thought she meant that she wanted to be blown as well. So Jimmy came forward, pushing his tongue against her lips until he forced them open. While they kissed, he slowly undid her belt and pulled down her jeans. He found the jeans difficult in complying with his desire once they were around her thighs. He tugged and tugged until Sahara moved his hands and did it herself.
 
“My legs ain't that big, buddy,” she said with a slice of bitterness.
 
“I know,” he replied and decided he did not have anything else sufficiently apt or humorous to say. 
Sahara easily pulled her jeans down to her ankles. Jimmy followed up immediately by pulling her panties down too. He touched her between her legs for a few seconds, sliding a finger against the slit of her vagina, before kneeling down for a closer inspection. He was surprised when Sahara put her hands under his shoulders and pulled him up so strongly that his feet nearly left the ground. It was a quick but quite unusual show of strength.
 
“I ain't got time for that,” she said quietly. “Not tonight.” She stuck two of her fingers inside her coochie and pushed them in and out of her furiously for a few strokes. “Almost there,” she told him. She bent down, rubbed Jimmy's stiff manhood and then spat on it twice. She rubbed her saliva over the top end of his penis.
 
“Damn!” went Jimmy. It was an action he had only seen previously in porn movies. 
 
“Kiss me,” she ordered. Once their lips were locked, Jimmy took his weapon in his hand and guided it slowly between Sahara's legs. He found that her pussy was sufficiently moist for him to go all the way in with one move. The saliva on his dick had helped soften the pathway.
 
Sahara grunted when Jimmy reached the end of her vagina. He commenced to shove himself at her, forcing her behind and back into the tree trunk. As her jeans were around her ankles, her legs were not as wide apart as they would have preferred, but they were sufficiently open enough for a good bout of vertical sex.
 
Jimmy was concerned that the tree trunk was possibly causing uncomfortable friction against Sahara's behind. Also he was facing the building, although the tree trunk did an adequate job of hiding his head from being seen if someone was placed directly in front of him. Someone else looking from the side could possibly make him out.
 
What did he care though? Someone who did see him would see that Jimmy Dakar was getting his fuck on. One up for Team Dakar!
 
In the Neon, the women were transfixed by what was taking place outside. Their car was parked just south-west of the hidden couple, and about thirty metres away. There was no other vehicle blocking their line of sight, so that despite the dark, they had a great view of what was taking place.  
 
“They're fucking!” said the mixed girl in a sharp whisper.
 
“I know! I wonder who they are?” Her partner was just as excited.
 
“It's hard to say, it's hard to recognise a man just by his bum in the dark!” She giggled at this.
 
“He's black though, right?”
 
“Hmm...” She stared some more. “She's black. He is... not sure. He's light skinned. He looks more Arab.”
 
“With that hair style?”
 
“Shh! I heard a noise.”
 
“What? Has someone cum already? That was quick.”
 
“No..” Both women went silent for half a minute, then mixed girl decided this was enough wait time. “No. I want to hear them cum! You think we can open the window some more?”
 
“No. They might hear it. If we are quiet, we should hear everything.”
 
Whether it was the restricted legs, the need for pace, or it was just too pedestrian, Sahara was not enjoying her unorthodox behaviour. Jimmy was not using much variety, although the intention to rush the sex might be the cause of his one style approach.
 
His mouth was by her right ear, he had one hand on her right breast, the other hand was using the tree behind her to steady himself. His growls sounded soppy and wet, like a dog demanding attention. He was about to cum and Sahara was losing her passion.
 
“Hold on.” She slowly pushed him back and out of her.
 
“Huh?” 
 
“Let's change position.”
 
“Oh, yeah.”
 
Phew! Jimmy was happy that that was all it was, and not Sahara gaining a conscience and wanting to stop just before he was about to nut.  He did not note the look of blandness on Sahara's face as she turned to face the tree. She had to shuffle a little as she moved as her feet were still manacled by her dropped jeans and panties. 
 
Now she faced the building windows and felt like her veil had been lifted.  She put both hands on the tree trunk and waited impatiently. Jimmy needed no direction. He rubbed his cock against her ass, just in case Sahara needed a little help to maintaining her intimate heat.
 
This time Jimmy had both hands on her, grabbing small pieces of her ass.  This was good. Now it felt to Sahara that he was paying more attention. Her position was better, her cunt was easier for him to reach, her legs didn't need to be so wide apart to feel comfortable. Sahara did not believe in the G Spot, because she couldn't find it. She had tried looking her it itself. Stuck her fingers inside her and prodded almost the whole of her inner vagina. It felt good, good enough to cum, but that one spot in that one particular place that was meant to be an on switch for a world of intense pleasure was not found.
 
But she found that at times, when she was in the right mood, it felt like her whole pussy was one big erogenous zone. Put a hard dick anywhere inside there, give the right amount of attention and boom! She was on her way to nutland! Her estranged boyfriend had a way of fucking her where one random spot inside her punnani (it could change) was just set on fire so when he poked her there he set off a fiery rampaging sex-beast in Sahara.
 
Oh the good times.
 
This did not happen now. Because of the impromptu circumstances, part of her had been closed off to total enjoyment and satisfaction. But there was enough in the engine for Sahara to be turned on sufficiently, and now, as Jimmy slammed her hard from behind, she felt her inner wetness return. Now being outside was not just a cold, quick, sleazy bang but an adventurous, open-minded, nasty fuck!
 
She heard when Jimmy came in a series of played out moans.
 
“Don't stop!” she urged as his sounds decreased. “Come on!”
 
Jimmy continued to pump away, hoping that he could hold his erection for as long as possible. He had grown to like Sahara in the last half hour. He didn't realise that she was such a horny bitch. Why she chose him, he didn't know and didn't care. 
 
He now remembered seeing her recently with the same man a few times on campus. If she wanted him to be a side piece, he was happy with that. Her coochie was tight! If not, he was cool with that too. 
 
“That sucks,” said the mixed girl in the Neon. “He came, but she didn't.”
 
“That's men for you. They are only concerned with their satisfaction. The woman be damned.”
 
“Hmm...” The mixed girl laughed.
 
“Why are you laughing?”
 
The mixed girl turned at the hint of movement outside from the trees. The male of the couple was leaving, heading back the same way he had come. He left in the same hurried manner in which he had arrived. The woman remained within the depth of the trees, standing still with her arms crossed.
 
“I wonder, if that was good for her or not?”
 
The Argentine beauty shrugged. “Maybe not. He just fucks her and goes.”
 
The mixed girl regarded her lover cheerfully. “Teresa, now you know why I was laughing.
 
Sometimes that's all a woman wants.”
 
 
 
 

 


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