Another guy comes in, but with her pussy occupied he has to take the backdoor entrance

Amanda stood up and looked around for something to remind her of what she'd forgotten. The niggling feeling vanished when someone bumped up against her from behind, two meaty hands squishing her boobs.

"I hear you love to fuck," the newcomer said in her ear.

Amanda giggled, grabbing his hands and squeezing them. She fought back a wince when it seemed to encourage him to crush them in his strong grip. "I fuck as many cocks as i can," she said.

"Well then it's your lucky day. I'm gonna fuck your cunt till you can't..."

"Oh no!" she exclaimed. "You can't fuck me there."

"What?" he sounded confused, his hands loosening. She felt like letting out a sigh of relief, but instead her traitorous hands pressed his hands and he squeezed her boobs like they were stress balls and he was a stock-exchange worker.

"I've got a big fat dildo in my cunt. You can't fuck me there," she explained, as if it was normal.

"But where..." he started to ask, and she flinched a little at his extra hard squeezes. It had the unintended side effect of brushing her bum against his straining crotch. His eyes widened in realization. "Hot damn, you want me in your ass!"

"Uh..."

"Keep those tits warm for me, I've gotta fish out the meat," he said with an audible leer.

Amanda's hands automatically took over for his, digging in as hard as his had. She had the unfortunate 'advantage' of having long nails, which left gouges that stood out brightly on her easily bruised breasts.

"Bend over bitch," he ordered, and Amanda spread her legs a bit, bending over just enough to ease his entry without falling flat on her face. After all, she couldn't cushion a fall since he wanted her to play with her breasts.

"You like anal, do ya?" he asked, lined his dick up with her little rosebud.

Amanda nodded eagerly, giving a smile that was caught clearly on the cameramen who'd lingered outside the window. Really they should have followed the celebrity, but neither of them could bear to leave this babe's escapades unwitnessed.

"I love anal. It's totally the best."

"You got any lube?" he asked, looking around. She looked puzzled for a moment, until he said, "fuck it" and jabbed forward.

Amanda let out a sharp yelp, remembering to transform it into a squeal of pleasure, like she actually enjoyed being dry-fucked up the ass. She yanked harshly on her own breasts, pretending to love it like Ross had told her.

Ross! The name brought back the memory of what she was supposed to do. He'd told her that if she wanted to meet the band she'd have to be outside in five minutes. But how many minutes ago was that? Would she be able to catch him now?