He couldn’t control his feet.  He couldn’t stop. He walked to the door and it opened as easily as when he’d first entered.  The shoes walked him out into the night.

He saw a couple twenty yards away and called to them, “Hey, excuse me.  I need some help.  I…”  He broke off.  What the **** were you going to say?  Hey, I can’t stop walking, please help?  He’d have laughed if he hadn’t been so scared.  The couple ignored him anyway.  

The shoes took him four blocks down Smithson Avenue and then turned right on to Lindsey Street.  He was walking faster because he’d given up trying to stop.  It was useless and a perverse curiosity had taken over.  He wondered where the hell these shoes were taking him.

He saw the house half a block away.  He didn’t understand it, but he knew it was his destination It was old and looked like it hadn’t been lived in or attended to in many years.  The other houses on the street were equally old but they looked lived in.  ‘His’ house scared him, but he couldn’t stop walking. He turned and strolled up the front porch steps.      

Matt stared at the door.  Now, what?  Ring the bell?  Knock?  Before he could answer his own questions the door opened and Matt was looking at a beautiful woman.

She was thirty, maybe thirty-five.  Long red hair cascaded across her shoulders and over breasts that were, to Matt’s young and ever horny mind -- perfect.  She was dressed in a white negligee, a see-through negligee and, despite his situation, despite the lingering trace of fear, Matt felt himself becoming aroused.     

She smiled an inviting smile that instantly relieved Matt’s anxiety.  Her smile soothed him and he felt himself answering with a smile of his own.Her voice was sultry and irresistible, “Oh, I see you found the shoes.  And they brought you here.  How lovely.  Please, come in.”     

He followed her down a narrow hallway, deeper into the house.  His eyes were locked on her swinging hips so he failed to notice the cobwebs.  He didn’t notice the dust or the musky, old smell that permeated the place.  The furniture was moth eaten, the drapes full of holes.  He noticed none of these things.  His eyes and his thoughts were centered completely on her.  He was not going to cut and run.  She knew it and so did he.     

Turning left through an open doorway, she led Matt to a rotten sofa.  A rat jumped from it and scurried away.  Matt didn’t notice.  The woman sat on the couch and patted a place next to her.  As soon as Matt sat down, she leaned toward him. She kissed his ear and whispered, “I am Na’amah and I am in need of -- love."

A gentle push from her hand and Matt lay back against the sofa.   Na’amah straddled his lap.  She kissed him on the lips and a warm feeling spread through him that was unlike anything he’d experienced before.  Her soft tongue, wet and forceful, slid between his teeth and caressed his.                                           

He responded instantly to her kiss and his passion grew. She ground herself into his lap and smiled when she felt his hardness pressing against her.   “Oh, yes, lover, I need you so badly.  I can feel your need, too."

Matt could only groan as she began to strip his clothes off.  Within seconds he was naked and Matt opened his eyes to see her kneeling between his legs. 

She leaned forward and Matt reached for her.  He laced his fingers in her hair.  Together they brought her lips to his manhood, together they sighed as she slid her mouth over and down, swallowing the entire length of him.

Na’amah began to bob and suck.  Matt fleetingly thought that he had never had a blow job like this.  He thought that this could be a blow job to die for.  He relaxed and let the feelings flood his entire being.                                             

Na’amah worked fast and within minutes Matt knew he could no longer withhold his orgasm.   “Yes, my love, give it to me.  Give it all to me."

Matt opened his eyes and looked down.  He saw an ugly, old hag of a woman bobbing on his penis. Her head was bald in places and straggly hair grew in others.  He saw her hands working him; hands that were scabbed and oozing puss.  

Matt screamed. He jerked back.  He tried to push her away but it was too late.  Past the point of no return, his orgasm hit him like a freight train. As his sperm and life force left his body, Matt looked down. 

Before darkness engulfed him, he saw once again the beautiful woman that had greeted him at the door.  Far away, he heard her sultry voice, “Thank you, my love.  You’ve given me new life.”                         

His body nearly drained of life, slumped boneless on the rotten sofa, Matt’s last thoughts were, but the note said….I put them on….I…