Yes

They were kissing before they even had gone through the door, and Josh was half naked before they arrived in Afarin's bedroom. It was a surprisingly big flat, for an Asian girl who worked as a clerk, but Josh didn't concentrate too much on the interior, he had his eyes on Afarin, her slender figure, her black eyes... He did notice a calendar hanging next to her bed, with days circled in bright red, though. But only for a second.

Afarin pulled him to the bed, while she opened his belt and freed him from his pants. There was pure lust in her eyes.

"Insult me, Josh", she said suddenly.
He blinked.
What?
Afarin bit her lip again. "Really, I mean it, Josh. I am... half Laotian. Insult me."

His "new" memory immediatly knew what she was talking about, because in this reality, every guy seemed to have learned Asian fetishes by heart, just as it was usual to simply know the names of sports clubs or car models: "Laotian women derive sexual pleasure from being humiliated and denigrated."

He hesitated. This was unexpected.
"You know, that would be easier if I hadn't come to like you so much during this evening", he managed to say. Afarin nodded and her black eyes stared at him lovingly. "I know", she replied and smiled. "Just do it. Lie to me. Make it a good lie."

She stripped him naked of his underpants, kicked away her own trousers and pulled him towards her, now only dressed in panties and bra.

"Slut", he said, flatly.
She flinched.
"You take a guy like me home, altough you don't know me? To get fucked? You're a real slut, aren't you?", Josh said. His voice still trembled at the beginning, but he gained confidence while saying it. The best lies were always the ones with a grain of truth.

She looked hurt. He had hit too close to home. But there was something else in her eyes, a veil, a glaze of lust and desire.
"Admit it, stupid bitch. Admit you're a slut."
She shivered. There were goosebumps on her arms. He didn't know if this was from fear, embarrassement or arousal.
He still towered over her while she was lying on her back, arms propped up, her legs spread wide.
"You think I'd fuck a stupid Asian slut like you? An ugly bitch like you? Maybe with a bag over your head."
She whimpered as if being hit, and Josh closed his eyes for a moment and prayed that she did not think he was serious. He also felt a strange surge of power rushing through his body. Insulting her gave him power. It felt good. It felt sexy. His cock stirred.

"Turn around, so that I don't have to see your ugly face and show me your ass!", he ordered. She whimpered again, but followed immediatly. "Ass up!", he added. "And strip. Show me what a slut you are! Spread your ass cheeks!"

After she had pulled down her panties, and assumed the position he had ordered, he took a step closer. There was glistering moisture all over her nether lips, her pubic hair was wet. She was very clearly aroused, just from his words.

"Look at you, all dripping wet like a bitch in heat. What are you? An animal? You enjoy being insulted, hm? You drop to your knees and suck the cock of evey man out there who insults you?"

Now she clearly moaned into the sheets, her hips gyrating, her body trembling. Josh felt rock hard. It would be very easy to slide into this wet and quivering pussy. Very easy... It needed all his strength to say the next sentence: "And what makes you think I'd grant you my white cock, hm? I should just leave you in this pathetic position and go home."

She gasped a muffled moaning cry into the bedsheets.