Whispers (MFF, MC, Fetish)

As a young kid, working on the farm, I always had a way with the
animals. And as I grew up, people started to say that I had "the
gift", and that there wasn't a horse I couldn't ride. But to me,
it all seemed quite natural. I explained that I'd grown up around
the animals, that I understood the way they thought, and that
anyone with the same background could do the same.

I guess that is was natural that I went into veterinary science,
specialising in animal psychiatry, and eventually made a name for
myself as a so-called "Horse Whisperer". It's a long time ago now
so I don't really remember exactly when I realised that my powers
were something more than I could explain away, but with that
realisation came the knowledge that I couldn't waste my gift by
doing any other job.

What I do remember clearly is the moment that I found that I
could influence people as well as animals. Let me tell you about
that time.

The ranch I was visiting was close enough that the fine September
weather tempted me into riding my cruiser out that day. So midday
found me in a well-worn pair of leather jeans and a jacket
pulling through the gates and up the drive of my new customers.

The owner of the property (who's name escapes me now) was otherwise
occupied, and left his two daughters to show me the animal and
answer my questions. Jenny and Cathy were two beautiful young
women who were typical of the one great perk of my job - somehow
it seems that gorgeous women and horses always go together! I'd
guess that Cathy was about nineteen and Jenny a couple of years
older. Nice to look at, but a little young for me.

The horse, a five year-old gelding as I remember, was outside in a
corral, and although calm enough around people, would not allow
anyone to touch or ride him. Now, normally I don't allow anyone
beside me when I'm with the animals, but for some reason (ever
tried saying "no" to two pleading women?) I let these two come
along.

I left my jacket on the gate, and with a halter hidden behind my
back, I slowly approached the horse, the girls to each side and
slightly behind me. About 10 yards away I slowed and stopped.
As usual, I concentrated on the horse and began talking
quietly to it.

"Hello there..."

"Don't be afraid..."

"I'm your friend..."

"You trust me..."

I guess that with the two girls next to me my mind wasn't fully
on the animal, because as I drew closer to the horse, something
different happened.

"Being with me makes you feel safe..."

"You want to be closer to me..."

"You trust me..."

At this, the horse moved forwards tentatively, as did the girls.
I continued with the encouragement.

"That's good..."

"Yeah, that's it - come closer..."

"Don't you want to get to know me???"

The animal was now within my reach, and the girls right up behind
me. But I hadn't yet realised that something strange was going
on. Needing my hands free, I asked Jenny to take the halter.

"Come on... You can still get closer..."

"Yeah, that's it... I smell pretty good, don't I???"

"You'd feel comfortable if you pressed against me, I'm sure..."

The horse nuzzled my shoulder gently as the two girls did the
same from behind me. I started to pat the horse.

"Yeah, I'm sure we're going to get along fine..."

"You'll do what I say, won't you???"

"You love to be with me..."

The session went on like this, and although I was aware that the
two girls were hanging on my every word, it just never clicked
that they were any more than interested in my work, and perhaps a
little infatuated with the guy who could make friends with their
problem animal so quickly.

When I felt the horse had had enough, I removed the halter and
retreated back over the corral gate. The horse followed and
nickered softly as I left, still under my influence. The girls were
e still keeping very close.

"Phew! How about a drink then?", I wiped the sweat from my
brow. Jenny grabbed some beers from the cooler and we sat
together on a bench under a tree. Cathy put one hand on my pants.

"Do you also ride in leather jeans, then?", she asked.

I didn't know why she was so interested in me and my riding
wear!

"Not often", I chuckled. "But I've got to tell you, it's more
comfortable than jeans like you're wearing."

"Yeah?" questioned Jenny.

"Yep, and even more comfortable than your jodhpurs, if they're
tight enough".

Both girls nodded.

"You ought to try it - as long as they're tight, they're perfect
for riding. And they feel good too. But they've got to be tight."

Again they both nodded, as if in complete agreement.

My beer was empty, and I was feeling crowded. I left some
instructions with the girls for the care of the horse and
arranged to be back in a week's time.

----

A week later when I returned, the weather was still perfect, and
so I was still on my bike. Cathy greeted me in the driveway, but
there was something different about her. Her jeans featured
leather panels down the inside of each leg and were at least two
sizes too small so that the denim outsides stretched the leather
tight over her calves, thighs, and deep between her ass cheeks.
Her shirt was tied in a knot, exposing a tight midriff and
hinting at a large bust. Her long blonde hair was down and her
face made up.

"Umm... Hi Cathy."

"Hello..."

"Umm... I see you found yourself some new jeans."

"Yes! Do you think that they're tight enough?". Cathy closed the
distance between us and placed one of my hands onto the leather
panel of her inner thigh. I had to fight her to keep my hand low
enough to be just decent.

"Umm... yes, I think that they might be!"

Cathy eyed the bike, idling beneath me.

"Could you give me a lift over to the stables? Jenny's there
now."

"Sure", I replied and Cathy slid a long leg over the bike behind
me. Her hands went around my hips, just a little lower than was
necessary, and I felt her tits press against my back as she put
her lips close to my ear in order to give me directions. I felt
the beginnings of an erection stirring in my jeans and hoped
that Cathy hadn't noticed.

"Oh!", Cathy groaned in my ear, her hands running over the leather
on my hips. "I've just got to tell you - you are SOOO right. These
pants are really comfortable, and the leather makes me feel so
good! I've hardly taken them off since I bought them! And I know
Jenny feels the same way."

As we arrived at the stables, Jenny came out to greet us. If
seeing Cathy had been a shock, seeing Jenny was enough to make my
jaw drop. Jenny was dressed in brown leather pants with leather
thongs laced up the sides. God knows how long it had taken to get
herself into the pants, but the lacing was pulled so tight that
it creaked ominously with every movement of her hips, and leather
hugged every square inch of her long athletic legs and hips.
Calf-length brown riding boots complemented the pants perfectly.

"Mike!", she called happily, and ran over to the bike. Before I
could stop her she'd thrown her arms around me and kissed me
soundly. Then she stepped back.

"So, what do you think?", Jenny spun slowly around, showing me
her new pants. The seat of the pants was pulled so deeply between
her cheeks that I was sure that she was wearing nothing beneath
them.

"Umm...", I stuttered. "Are they comfortable for riding?"

"Oh YES!!!", Jenny exclaimed. "Just like you said they'd be!"

Finally the penny dropped. I had been enforcing my suggestions on
the girls the same way I did animals. So when I'd told them that
the pants were comfortable and felt great, they'd taken me very
seriously indeed! Thinking quickly, I decided to get the session
started and do my best to restore their old feelings. We went into
the stable to see the horse.

The stable was small and dark, with stalls along one side. The
usual things - tack, food, and other equipment, were stacked along
the other wall. As I walked up to the horse I went through the
usual routine of encouraging the animal to feel comfortable with
me and to enjoy my presence. This time I consciously included the
girls in my projections. In no time they were pressed against my
back, their hands around my hips. Their eyes were closed and their
cheeks pressed against my shoulders. It seemed that they were
ready for suggestions.

"OK girls, I need to ask you some questions and I need you to
answer them honestly"

"No problem", Jenny purred, and I felt a hand slide around my
hips to cup me gently.

"Jenny, you really like your leather pants, don't you?"

"Oh yes! But it's more than that!", Jenny slid around to my front
and started grinding her crotch against one leg of my leathers.
God-damn I was getting turned on!

"Can I show you?", she asked. I could only nod.

For a second Jenny fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, then she
pulled it apart to reveal a brown laced leather bustier, matching
her pants. While tight enough to hold her tits firmly, the top
revealed more of her tits than it concealed, and her arousal
was obvious.

"You see, it's not just the pants I love. All this tight leather
makes me feel soooo good!"

"Yeah!", moaned Cathy, sliding around and rubbing against my
other thigh. "Me too!"

"And you get really turned on by touching my leathers, don't
you?"

"Oh Yes!", the girls groaned, their hands squeezing my cock
and ass through my pants. I realised I'd asked exactly the
wrong question - they were still responding to my suggestions,
rather than thinking for themselves. My cock was now rock hard
and straining at my fly.

Jenny removed her shirt completely and then dropped to her knees
and mouthed at my crotch, her hands stroking my thighs and ass.
The sight of her tanned athletic body in self-imposed leather
bondage was sapping what was left of my self control.

Her hands went to my fly and I realised I had to stop her. I
opened my mouth but words failed me as I looked up at Cathy.

"What do you think of this?", Cathy asked. She had untied her
shirt and was holding it open to reveal - God knows where she'd
found it - a tiny quarter-bra matching her pants. The outside of
each cup was soft black leather matching that between her thighs,
and a scrap of blue denim curved below each of her large round
breasts, leaving a long hard nipple prominently exposed.

"Do you like it?", she asked, cupping her breasts.

Jenny had given up on my belt buckle and simply unzipped my fly.
My cock leapt out of the opening and she started sucking at it
hungrily. I forgot completely about stopping this madness.

"My God! I bet you'd love me to touch you, wouldn't you?"

Cathy nodded dreamily, and at my direction turned and backed her
tight little ass onto my right thigh. I cupped her large breasts
with both hands and whispered in her ear, stroking the smooth leather
globes.

"You get so turned on by my touch, don't you?

"You know that I can turn you on more than anyone else ever has and will.

"Every time you touch me you get a little hotter. Every time I
touch your body you feel like you're on the verge of an orgasm."

"Ohhhhh!", Cathy groaned loudly.

"And you want to cum so badly, don't you?"

"Yessss!", she hissed.

I slipped one hand down to her leather-coated crotch and began to
rub gently.

"Cum for me now, Cathy"

Cathy's breath came in gasps as she went over the edge. Her
thighs shook and I let her sink in happy oblivion down onto the
straw-covered floor, amazed at just how much control I had over
the girl. At least I could make this enjoyable for all of us.

"You know I can make it better than that?", I went on.

She nodded.

"Then please me as best you can", I directed.

Cathy crawled up next to her sister and they shared my cock
between them, their tongues running up and down either side. They
took turns to work their way up and down my length - as one sucked
hungrily on the head, the other would nibble lightly on my balls.

"Both of you want to taste my cum so badly, you'll do anything to
drink all you can."

The two girls' mouths met at my head, their tongues battling over
it. I could stand the stimulation no longer, and squeezed load
after load of semen between the two girls' mouths. They drank it
down greedily, sucking on my cock to get every last drop, then
turned to kissing each other deeply to enjoy the taste from each
others' mouths. I tucked my cock back in my pants and zipped them
closed.

Finally Jenny seemed to realise that she was kissing her sister
and stood, shocked.

"Cathy", I said. "I want you to do something to please me."

"Anything!", she purred, standing as well.

"Without undoing any of her beautiful tight clothes, I want you
to get your sister off."

"Mmmm!"

"You do like how that leather looks on her, don't you?"

"I do!"

"Then I want you to enjoy touching her as much as you enjoy being
touched."

Cathy tried to moved around behind Jenny who backed away
nervously.

"What are you doing? We're not lesbians!", she exclaimed. Cathy
ignored her.

"Stay still!", I commanded Jenny who stopped. Cathys' hands
rested gently from behind on Jenny's tight shiny hips and began
to stroke up and down. Jenny looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Jenny, Cathy's touch makes you feel extremely horny - as turned
on as my touch would", I said.

"Oh yeah!", Jenny looked relieved at the discovery.

She closed her eyes, and her hands slid around behind her to pull
Cathy's round hips against her ass. She started to moan. Cathy slid
one hand around and cupped her sister's crotch. Jenny rubbed her
nipples through the bustier and both girls groaned loudly. I
realised that my cock was hard and throbbing again and that what
I really wanted was one of those leather-clad asses bouncing on my
cock. But which one?

"Both of you stop and listen to me."

They did.

"We're going to play a game. The winner will get fucked by me and
the most intense orgasm of her life. Do you want to play?"

Both girls nodded furiously.

"The aim of the game is to make your sister cum. She who cums
last, wins. The rules are that all your clothing stays on, just
the way it is. Ladies, start your engines..."

The two sisters looked at each other with fire in their eyes.

"Go!"

The girls hugged and kissed each other deeply. Cathy groped her
sister's ass hard bringing a moan to Jenny's lips, but in doing so
rubbed her long exposed nipples over the leather thongs of
Jenny's bustier, causing her to gasp. It looked like this
competition would be quick, which was fine by me!

"Don't forget just how good it feels to have someone caress you
through that tight leather", I put in helpfully.

The girls went at each other passionately. Their state of arousal
soon brought them to their knees and I also sat on a low wooden
bench to get a better view. It was an even match - Cathy's
exposed nipples were a weakness, but Cathy had already cum once
and Jenny was also looking desperate. I gave Cathy a chance.

"Jenny, do whatever Cathy says for the next minute".

Cathy's eyes lit up at her opportunity.

"Jenny, rub your pussy", she ordered, and Jenny proceeded to rub
desperately at her crotch. Cathy proceeded to nibble on Jenny's
nipples, which projected sharply through the thin leather of her
top. Jenny had lost control and was about to come when I stopped
her.

"Time's up. Now Cathy, do whatever Jenny says for the next
minute".

Jenny recovered quickly.

"On your knees, little sister", she directed, and stood in front
of Cathy.

"Are you still turned on by the way I look?"

Cathy nodded. Jenny strutted in front of her sister.

"Listen carefully to me. Every touch of your bare skin against my
leather will make you twice as horny. You will love it. You will
come for me."

Jenny took Cathy's face and pressed it deep into her cleavage.
Cathy moaned and pulled Jenny's hips to her. The feeling of the
tight leather on Jenny's ass under Cathy's fingers only made it
worse and her moaning became gasps.

"Rub your nipples against my pants", Jenny directed, although she
was having problems speaking.

Helpless but to obey, Cathy rubbed one, then the other, sensitive
nipple across the leather at Jenny's hips. For the second time,
Cathy lost herself in a huge orgasm, and fell back into the hay,
her hands squeezing and tugging at her nipples as she came.

Jenny abandoned her sister to her pleasure, and walked over to
me happily, leather creaking.

"Have I earned my prize?", she asked, desire burning deep in her
eyes.

Remaining seated, I spread my legs and motioned to my crotch.
Jenny sank to her knees and ran her hands over my thighs and
crotch.

"Mmmm - your leathers makes me feel so horny!"

I pulled Jenny up onto my lap and let her dry-hump my cock. My
hands ran over her magnificent thighs - well-toned from daily
riding and magnificent in her pants. I found her fly and pulled
it all the way down. Her pants were so tight that the leather
parted immediately to reveal her soaking snatch .

Opening my own fly, I pulled out my cock and guided her hips down
over it. I wasn't sure if it would work, but I also directed
myself not to come just yet.

"You've never had a cock that felt this good before", I told her.

"No! It's so big!" she gasped.

"And it feels sooo good", I continued. "But you cannot cum until
I tell you."

"But I must!", she gasped, riding my cock hard.

"No! You CANNOT cum until I tell you!"

"Oh please!", she all but screamed.

"Cathy, come and give your sister a hand here", I called.

Cathy walked over and knelt to one side, stimulating her sisters
clitoris and nipples. I reached around to her smooth ass and
opened her fly too. Her slippery pussy quickly took two of my
fingers and I teased her clit as well. Her groans joined those
of her sister.

Both girls were screaming when I finally shouted "Cum!" and let
loose with my orgasm deep in Jenny's pussy. Every muscle in her
body contracted hard, and her pussy squeezed my cock painfully as
she came in great racking gasps, then she collapsed into my arms.
Cathy was lying on the floor shivering and it was a good five
minutes before any of us moved from each others' arms.

When we'd recovered I looked into how the girls had felt about
leather before they'd met me, and was surprised to find a latent
fetish there. So I left that with them but I did change them a
little so that the mere touch of leather wouldn't set them off.
I must admit that I neglected to remove their attraction to me
and to each other.

And so that, my dear, is how I discovered how I could help people
feel very good indeed. And by the way, I must say that you look
very nice in that excuse for a dress. Does it make you feel as
good as you look? I thought so...