Vicky's Toe Vixens
Copyright© 2025 by DonaldBelle
01 - Abby
Erotica Sex Story: 01 - Abby - Vicky is an single, attractive, lesbian woman in her mid 40s. As she plans for her early retirement, Vicky instead must find a new purpose in life. That purpose is feet. Join Vicky as she fulfills her lifelong obsession with feet. She embarks on a journey to seduce 100 different woman with the art of foot sex. Straight, gay, kinked or vanilla, Vicky's quest leads her to try and seduce them all... Vote for girls to return for the final foot orgy by commenting on your favourite girl's chapter!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Vignettes FemaleDom Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Foot Fetish Leg Fetish
Vicky spotted her across the dimly lit club, a vision in black that hit her like a punch to the gut.
Goddamn, she was beautiful, Vicky thought.
The goth girl, whose name was Abby, she’d later learn, leaned casually against the bar, her pale skin glowing under the flashing lights, white like fresh snow. Her black hair cascaded in straight, glossy sheets all the way down her back, framing a face cut with sharp cheekbones and thick, full lips painted a deep, morbid crimson.
But - and it was a big but - it was the fishnets clinging to her legs that snagged Vicky’s gaze and set that fire going in her heart and also lower in belly. Those porcelain pins were wrapped in sheer black webs, the thin strands hugging silky thighs that begged to be touched.
And those toes ... they were painted jet black, peeking out from strappy leather heels with a stem that could kill a man. Those toes sent a shiver straight to Vicky’s core. She felt like if she ran a finger through her underwear she’d already be slick with wetness. She couldn’t look away. The Obsession bloomed instant and fierce, a hunger that made her pulse race.
She had to have her.
Vicky weaved through the crowd, her heart hammering with the thrill of the chase that was about to begin. She was never one to hesitate, not when something - or someone - this intoxicating crossed her path. Sliding up beside Abby at the bar, she ordered two shots of whiskey, neat and without ice, pushing one toward the stranger without a word. Abby turned, her dark-lined eyes narrowing in curiosity, a silver hoop glinting in her lower lip.
“You look like you could use some company,” Vicky said, her voice low and steady, eyes locked on Abby’s pale neck, imagining the taste of it. “I’m Vicky. And you ... well, you’re just fucking mesmerizing.”
Abby arched a brow, sipping the shot with a smirk. “Flattery from a stranger? Bold. What are you selling?”
Vicky leaned in closer, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla and smoke on her skin. “No angle. Just honesty. Your skin, it’s like porcelain; it makes me want to trace every inch with my hands. And those fishnets...” Her gaze dropped deliberately to Abby’s legs, lingering on the way the mesh stretched over her calves. “They make your legs look endless. I can’t stop staring.”
Abby didn’t pull away. Instead, she crossed one ankle over the other, her black-painted toes flexing slightly in her heels. A flicker of interest sparked in her eyes. “I do have that effect on people, I guess. You love what you see, huh?”
“Guilty as charged,” Vicky admitted, her fingers brushing Abby’s arm lightly, testing the waters. The contact sent electricity sparking up her hand. “Let me buy you another drink to chase that one. Or better get, let’s just be direct and get the fuck out of here. Somewhere quieter where I can show you how serious I am about how beautiful I think you are.”
Abby hesitated, no doubt cautious with the pace at which the conversation was moving, but Vicky pressed on, her words laced with raw desire. “Imagine it: my hands on your pale skin, sliding under and over those fishnets, feeling you shiver when I rip them the fuck open. I want to worship those toes, I’ll kiss your shoes and lick them until you’re begging me to worship you all over.”
The goth girl’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing faintly against her porcelain complexion. Vicky’s persistence was working, chipping away at her cool exterior. She did not believe in messing about. More often than not, it worked, but not always.
After a moment, Abby nodded, downing the rest of her drink. “Fine. Lead the way. I find you very curious, Vicky, so you’d better not disappoint me.”
The girl called Abby checked her coat out - a leather number that barely covered her rib cage - and they ascended the metal staircase out of the club
They slipped out into the cool night air, Vicky’s hand firm on the small of Abby’s back, guiding her to a nearby alley shadowed by the club’s overhang. It wasn’t glamorous, but the urgency burned too hot inside her for anything else. Vicky backed Abby against the brick wall, her body pressing close, lips crashing into the girl’s own in a deep, hungry kiss. Abby responded fiercely, her tongue darting out to meet Vicky’s, hands fisting in Vicky’s shirt.
“You’re so desperate for this, aren’t you?” The girl called Abby teased.
Vicky broke away just enough to murmur against her neck, “God, your skin is so soft,” as her fingers trailed down, hooking into the waistband of Abby’s skirt. She hiked it up slowly, exposing more of those fishnets, her palm gliding over the mesh to the smooth thigh beneath. Abby gasped, arching into the touch.
“Tell me you want this,” Vicky whispered, nipping at her earlobe. “Let me make you feel good.”
Abby’s eyes, heavy-lidded now, met hers. “I do. Fuck, don’t stop.”
Emboldened, Vicky dropped to her knees, the rough ground biting into her skin but she didn’t care. Her hands gripped Abby’s ankles, she slowed and ran them over those shoes, her thumbs stroking the black polish on her toes through the thin straps. She lifted one foot, pressing her lips to the side, kissing along the exposed foot and then the leather straps atop it, her tongue finally flicking out to taste the cool, painted nails. Abby moaned softly, her fingers threading into Vicky’s hair.
“You’re a foot freak, huh?” the girl said. “I had a boyfriend once who was really into that, but never met another chick who dug it, until now.”
Vicky’s mouth worked upward, kissing along the fishnet-clad shin and then calf, teeth grazing the mesh. The roughness of the fabric sent sensations through her lips and down her spine. She pushed Abby’s skirt higher, finding thin black lace panties that were already damp with arousal.
“I’m going to tear these fucking things off of you,” Vicky warned, gripping her fingers into the gaps in the fishnets.
“Do your worst, bitch.”
Vicky tore at the fishnet pattern over Abby’s pubis and with all her strength ripped outward and then down, strands snapping and letting loose as she ragged at the tights.
“There you are,” she purred, licking her lips.
Hooking her fingers into the lace panties, Vicky tugged them aside, exposing Abby’s slick, completely bald pussy. Without pause, she leaned in, tongue lapping at the wet folds, savoring the salty sweetness. That familiar female taste rushed her taste buds, and she mentally let out a sigh of relief. Abby gasped.
“God, I fucking love being gay,” Vicky muffled, kissing and licking Abby’s clit.
Abby chuckled, but bucked against her face. She started whispering curses as Vicky sucked on her clit, fingers digging into the pale thighs spread before her. “Yes, like that; fuck, your mouth...”
Vicky confidently added two fingers into play, sliding them deep into the tight heat of the girl’s perfect little snatch, curling them to hit that spot that made Abby’s legs tremble. She pumped steadily, her free hand reaching down and massaging a set of those black toes, pinching and rolling them as Abby’s moans grew louder. The obsession fueled her, every lick and thrust a claim on this pale, black-haired goddess.
Abby came hard, her pussy clenching around Vicky’s fingers, juices coating her chin. Maybe it was the unexpected excitement of it all, but the girl had come in a matter of minutes. Vicky rose, capturing Abby’s lips again, letting her taste herself. “See? Told you I’d worship you.”
Abby, still panting, pulled her closer. “Your turn next. We might be fucking in an alleyway but I’m a considerate lover.” Her hand slipped between Vicky’s legs.
“If you’re going to try and make me come you should probably tell me your name,” Vicky said.
They span in a circle and the goth girl pushed her roughly up against the wall.
“My friends call me Abby,” she replied.
Abby’s hand pressed firmly between Vicky’s thighs, fingers rubbing over the denim of her jeans, feeling the heat radiating from her.
“Do you touch all of your friends like this?”