The dream was the same as it had been every other night of the past week. By the middle of the week, Dan had grown so accustomed to it that he had become aware that it was a dream, so he could have easily pinched himself to wake up.
But that was not likely. Because he didn't want to wake up. He didn't want the dream to end. Because it was the best dream he'd ever had.
In the dream, he was on his back in a sea of warm, soft blankets in front of a roaring fire. Two beautiful, naked girls were perched above him, one riding his cock and the other straddling his face. He was warm and cool at the same time, his hands seemed to be everywhere at once, caressing and fondling breasts, legs, ass, and in return he felt hands caressing him all over. In addition to the visual elements, he could also smell an odd, musky incense in the air, and a soothing hypnotic music played.
Both girls seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place how he knew them. They had to be 20 years younger than his 45 years. The best part was that he was watching the scene and living the scene at the same time, and not only was he experiencing his perspective, he was also somehow experiencing the girls' perspective. It was without a doubt the best sexual experience of his life. So waking up was not a high priority.
Just like the previous nights, there was a slow, gradual buildup. He could feel his cock become harder than ever before, and he could feel the effect he was having on both girls, one with his cock and the other with his tongue. Oddly enough his tongue had become the size and shape of his cock, and his cock had gained the flexibility and maneuverability of his tongue. Essentially he was fucking both girls and going down on them at the same time.
The girls leaned together and kissed, open mouthed with full, twirling tongue, and he could feel the kiss as he watched it. He could also feel the rising passion coming to all three of them, until finally he felt a three way, full body, simultaneous orgasm that was so intense that it not only jolted him out of the dream, it knocked him right out of the bed. Each night the orgasm had gotten more intense, but this was the first time he had ended up on the floor.
He looked down at the bulge in his boxers and realized that just like the previous nights, he had experienced an incredible orgasm in the dream but not in reality. He immediately took his hard cock into his hand and began to furiously masturbate, closing his eyes to try and bring back the dream, but just like the past seven days, he was unable to orgasm. He was aroused, he was hard as a rock, but for some reason he couldn't finish. Every morning for the past week had been a bizarre mix of bliss and agony.
Dan staggered into the bathroom and after a 10 minute cold shower managed to calm his swollen cock to a semi turgid state. By the time he got to work he had fortunately reached a point where there wasn't a bulge in his pants. When he entered the large reception area of the office where he worked, he noted that the one receptionist was dressed as a nurse and the other as a pirate. Just as he was starting to think he was still dreaming, he remembered it was Halloween. The hundred or so people in his office had all agreed to dress up for Halloween, but in his addled state from his week long dream ordeal he had forgotten.
By the fifth time someone had teased him about not wearing a costume he had developed a few stories for why he was wearing the usual office attire. It seemed that everyone else in the building, from the president of the company to the janitor, had gotten into the spirit and worn elaborate costumes. Even the two girls in accounting, who rarely spoke or even left their desks in their small office, had dressed up as Witches, and looked pretty convincing. While Dan had interacted with the girls once or twice a day for the year he had worked in the office, he had never learned their names. He was always friendly, saying things like "how are the girls in accounting doing today?" and they always reacted in the same way, with a shy mumble. They were both very mousy and non-descript, with horn rimmed glasses and long straight hair. One was a fair skinned blonde and one was dark with dark hair.
"Uh-oh, trouble in the accounting office," Dan said to them with a smile. "I hope you Witches aren't cooking the books."
To his surprise, the two girls looked at each other and shared an odd smile. It was hardly a big smile, more of a bemused look, but it was the first time he'd ever seen any kind of smile from them. He couldn't help but note that the costumes they had chosen they had chosen were a lot sexier than anything he had ever seen them in.
Dan headed up to the second floor where his office was and spent most of the rest of the morning trying to forget the dream that had plagued and pleasured his week. As he recalled details from the dream he kept thinking that he knew the girls in the dream from somewhere, he just couldn't remember. At lunch he slipped out and went in search of a costume, but the only thing he could find that looked promising was an old vintage clothing shop. At first he didn't think there was anyone in the store, but then an old man emerged from the dark racks of musky clothes.
"I don't suppose you have any halloween costumes," Dan said, less than hopefully.
The man stared back at him blankly for a moment, then turned and disappeared without a word. Several minutes passed and Dan was about to give up and leave, when the old man returned holding a long black cape.
Dan looked at the cape and a few ideas went through his head. "Hmm, a black cape, what would that costume represent?" he said.
The old man paused before clearing his throat and in a steady, raspy voice he answered. "Take your coat and tie off. Unbutton your shirt. Put on the cape. Warlock."
"Warlock," Dan said, as he removed his coat and tie as directed. "I'm not even sure what a Warlock is."
"A Warlock is a male Witch," the old man said. "Some say the Warlock leads the Witches. Some say the Witches worship the Warlock. Sexually."
Dan had his head partly turned when the last word came out, and he wasn't at all sure he had heard him right. In fact, he was sure there was no way that old man had used the word sexually in any context. So he didn't ask, and paid the $25 to the old man who never said another word, just smiled and nodded.
When Dan got back to the office he was surprised at the positive reaction to his simple costume. Everyone seemed to think he looked a lot like a Warlock. He even dropped back by to tease the young Witches in accounting.
"Greetings Witches, I am Dan the Warlock, leader of Witches," he said. "My wish is your command, and right now I'm wishing for a bonus."
Once again the girls looked at each other with a knowing smile, and Dan could almost swear that they shared a wink.
The rest of the workday seemed to fly by, as all the holiday distraction made for a lot less work getting done. Things were so slow that Dan ended up closing his office door and taking a late afternoon nap. By the time he jolted awake from the nap it was 7 pm and the office was dark and empty. When he walked out into the parking lot it was dark and a low mist had come up, so visibility was poor. It had gotten unexpectedly cold. As he got into his car he thought he saw one other car on the other side of the parking lot, and it looked like two people standing by the car. He decided to drive by it just to make sure no one needed help.
As he pulled up he saw that it was the girls, or Witches, from accounting. He rolled down a window and leaned out. "Is everything ok?" he asked.