Vicky's Toe Vixens
Copyright© 2025 by DonaldBelle
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Vicky is a 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 BiSexual Fiction Vignettes FemaleDom Rough Spanking Anal Sex Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Foot Fetish Leg Fetish
Vicky had been to many, many conferences, but had never been to an adult entertainment event before. GoonFest 2025 had been quite the expo for the virgin attendee. Sure, there were the usual talks and booths, but there were beautiful women as far the eye could see (most importantly, wearing very little clothing). From OnlyFans creators to the industry’s bright new starlets or veteran performers, GoonFest had them all - and the men and women who appreciated them, of course.
As nice as it was to browse, there was one person in particular that Vicky was here to see. The trouble was, that person was so busy that their stall had been swamped with people all day, and Vicky hadn’t been able to even get close. The stall had even closed early, leaving Vicky empty handed, which she was not very happy about.
Luckily for her, just when she had thrown in the towel and was heading out of the building, thinking that a lonely night of hotel room masturbation was on the cards, a man in a black suit approached her and pressed a flyer into her hands.
“Afterparty, at the ballroom of the City Gate; the hotel just across the street, free entry!”
Vicky as much as snatched the flyer from the man even though it had been given willingly. She would go there right away. She was wearing a short cream dress and block heels of a pale gold, with her jacket hugging her shoulders. She decided that even if the City Gate had a dress code for this after party, then she still had a pretty good chance of getting inside.
She was right. Within minutes of getting inside the hotel, a champagne flute pressed into her hand upon entry, Vicky spotted Darcy across the crowded ballroom; the pornstar’s tanned skin almost glowing under the sultry lights. The woman had been elusive to her for the entire day but here she was, clear as a vision, live and in the flesh. All Vicky had to do now was figure out a way to get Darcy all on her own.
Darcy lounged on a velvet couch, legs crossed, her jet black hair cascading over bare shoulders. Those perfect French nails of hers; a set of crisp white tips on manicured fingers, tapped idly against her own champagne flute. Vicky felt the familiar stir of dominance within her, which was just what she needed to give her the confidence boost to act.
She was a foot domme through and through, but social situations were social situations, and she needed to steel herself like anyone else. Darcy’s pedicured toes peeking from her strappy heels were a screaming invitation and quite possibly the best motivation a woman could ask for. Vicky often had to gently uncurl women out of their shells, especially if it was their first time playing with feet, and doubly so if it was their first time playing with another woman full stop. There should be no such trouble with Darcy, should she be able to convince, Vicky thought. The woman sat before her was like an extremely gorgeous cheat code.
Vicky sauntered on over with her best sexy swagger, sliding onto the couch beside Darcy as if she belonged there.
“I love your work,” she purred, eyes subtly dropping to Darcy’s feet, “I’d kill to see those nails on something more ... intimate.”
Darcy arched a painted brow, smirking, but her shield immediately up. “What are you looking for, lady? I already have an agent. Are you touting for a studio? Because if you knew anything at all I already do plenty of feet content on my own; I don’t need trad studios muscling in and taking a cut.”
“I know all of your content well,” Vicky countered, “I have a subscription. I watch regularly. Your last video was a footjob video with Maxxx Kane.”
“Oh,” Darcy said, sipping her champagne, “well, it’s nice to meet an appreciative fan, thank you very much for your support.”
“And you’ve done great studio work in the past, let’s not forget about that,” Vicky said smoothly, “I know you want to fly the indie creator flag, that’s part of your whole brand, but your scene in Toe Sluts 9 is my favourite scene of yours.”
Darcy’s eyes widened. “Wow, are you some sort of porn historian or something? How do you know about that? I’m not even credited.”
“Like I said,” Vicky said with a smirk, “I’m a huge fan of your work, if you know what I mean.”
Vicky uncrossed and recrossed her smooth, freshly shaven legs. She was wearing panties, but hopefully Darcy wouldn’t be able to see up that far and the effect would be as desired.
Vicky caught Darcy’s eyes. She had watched the whole thing.
“Oh yeah? Show me what you mean, then.” Darcy said.
Vicky, wasting not another second of time, scooted up close to Darcy. Her perfumed scent was strong and sickly sweet, and the smell of her hair spray was almost as strong as her perfume. Her lips were so close to Darcy’s ear that she had to fight the temptation to lick or kiss it.
“I want to play with a woman who actually knows what to do with feet,” Vicky whispered, “and I know that woman is you.”
Darcy smiled, and very quickly licked her lips, but she countered all the same with her own whisper: “I’m not a prostitute.”
Darcy’s breath in her ear sent a shiver down Vicky’s neck and back.
“I didn’t say that you were,” Vicky purred back, “but I know what you can do, I’ve seen every single video you ever made. Even before you started foot content. I’ve seen it - I own it all. I know everything that you are capable of, and there’s not a woman alive who’d be better to star alongside you than me, Darcy. Only, I don’t let anyone film me. I operate in the shadows, strictly for pleasure; for lifestyle, for private interest, whatever you want to call it.”
Vicky withdrew, leaning back on the sofa, making sure that the self-made star could see her goods; the shape of her body beneath her dress, her gorgeous smooth legs, and her feet in the block heels. Vicky confidently took a swig of her champagne.
“There’s something about you, I’ll admit,” Darcy concluded. “I’m not entirely sure why I trust what you’re saying, but you seem very genuine. I meet a lot of fetishists, especially guys with foot fetishes. But not often women, and if I do, they are not direct ... like you.”
Darcy looked at her from head to toe, in one shameless motion.
“I think I’m very much intrigued to what an evening with you would look like,” Darcy admitted, “but I’m obligated to be here tonight. I’m being paid extra to hang around for the afterparty. A bunch of us are. I’m due on stage to talk to the crowd in...” Darcy looked at her phone, “ ... half an hour.”
Vicky’s grin was devilish.
“I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life in half of that,” she said. Confidently, she sipped her champagne flute, and then realising there wasn’t much left, she threw it down her throat and licked her lips.
Darcy said not another word to Vicky. Instead, she placed her phone inside her clutch bag and handed it to the woman sat next to her, who looked like a handler or assistant. Darcy and the other - also very pretty - woman exchanged some words. Vicky tried to subtly lean forward to hear what they were saying when Darcy whipped back around and took Vicky by the wrist.
They dodged through the crowd, weaving in amongst the people gathering on the dance floor. Darcy waved here, and there, and eventually they were out of sight and tearing down a red carpeted corridor. Darcy put a finger to her lips as she stopped by a heavy wooden door.
“This is the makeup room, for between stage sets,” she explained, pressing her ear to the door and then creaking it open.
There was nobody inside, but the main bulk of the room had several areas which could be hidden away for changing outfits by drawing large red curtains, much like a burlesque-themed hospital ward.
They slipped away to a curtained booth, and curtains were drawn by Darcy with a snap.
“Time for you to put your money where your mouth is,” Darcy demanded, hands on hips.
“Not quite,” Vicky snapped back, “it’s time for you to put your fucking toes where my mouth is.”
Vicky dropped to the floor on both knees.
“I’ll have you know,” she said, “I’m active in the lifestyle, and I’m a dominant, so I don’t usually do this, but I just need to get my mouth on the toes that I’ve came to so many times over the years.”
Vicky reached for Darcy’s feet and doubled over, kissed at her toes that poked out of her shoes.
“I don’t usually do this, either,” Darcy breathed, “in fact, do you have any idea how much money I could make charging my biggest fans for this privilege?”
Vicky slipped her tongue in between Darcy’s toes. They were a little funky and sweaty as she’d been in the shoes all day, but it was intoxicating.
“You should,” Vicky said, coming up for air, “get that money, and get retired. Enjoy your life like I do.”
But Darcy moved away when Vicky went back for more toes. Vicky returned to her knees and Darcy brought her leg up and rested her stiletto on Vicky’s shoulder.
“Lie down on the floor,” Darcy commanded.
Vicky obeyed at once, lying flat as a plank. The gorgeous pornstar clacked towards her on the wooden floor.
“Suck this heel like it’s the last cock you’ll ever suck,” Darcy ordered, “I know you’re gay, but use your imagination.”
Vicky did not object. The slim, long heel of the stiletto came up to her mouth, and she sucked it hard. Darcy wiggled her ankle, and then started raising and lowering her foot as Vicky sucked on the perilous heel. It felt a little dangerous, and Vicky could feel wetness pooling in her panties.
“I’m no domme like you,” Darcy said softly, “and I’m going to let you do what you want to do. I’m going to let you lead as you very clearly know what you want. So do to me and ask of me what you will, but let this-” she pushed the stiletto heel all the way inside Vicky’s mouth “-remind you that I am the one that’s in charge here. You are a fan, I am the star, and this is a privilege for you.”
Vicky mumbled in response, unable to talk as the bottom of the shoe pressed on her face and the heel tickled the back of her throat. A few seconds later, Darcy withdrew the heel completely.
Vicky kicked off her pale gold block heels, revealing her own flawless feet with high arches and white painted toes. For all the variety of feet she enjoyed, Vicky often kept her own nails plain. She liked the contrast of it against the many colours she came up against “in the wild”, as it were.
Slowly, she got to her feet.
“Take my place on the floor,” she ordered Darcy.
The self-made pornstar chuckled. “And ruin this dress?”
“You’d best take it off then, eh?” Vicky replied, crossing her arms.
“Unzip me, then,” she demanded, spinning on the spot in her strappy heels.
Vicky unzipped the sequined dress, gripping the tiny zipper at the base of Darcy’s neck and sliding it slowly down her back. The beautiful woman flexed her shoulders, and the muscles of her back pushed the fabric of her dress away. Vicky drank in the shape of her, hungrily.
With a wiggle, Darcy stepped out of the dress. She was completely nude now, save for the heels. She scooped up the fabric, Vicky peeking at her gorgeous round bum as she bent, and folded it neatly over a chair.
“I like a woman who doesn’t wear any underwear,” Vicky declared.
“Panties for my period,” Darcy explained, “otherwise I’m always free under my clothes. It’s such a thrill.”
Vicky tilted her head, “Aw, not even lingerie?”
Darcy laughed. “Not even lingerie. The way the wires on that shit pokes into your skin? Forget about it. Let it all hang out. You ever see me wearing anything like that in any of my videos, Miss Superfan?”
“Good point,” Vicky admitted.
Darcy pinched at her fat nipples.
“Why are you doing that?”
Darcy winked. “It makes my clitoris tingle, does it not do that for you?”
“I meant in relation to why are you standing there pleasuring your tits when you should be lying on the floor in front of me as I’ve asked?”
For a moment it looked like Darcy was going to crack another sharp reply, but she stood there staring, fingers twiddling with her nipples for a little while longer, just about pushing back on the command to lie down. But then, the pornstar sat on the ground, before lying back and look up at Vicky, who sauntered slowly to her side.
She propped one foot up on Darcy’s thigh, pressing the toes against her mons. Gently, she ran her toes up and down on Darcy’s slit, but with Darcy’s legs together she could not get to the flowering folds held inside.
‘Worship it,’ Vicky commanded, voice low and firm.
She drew a line up Darcy’s stomach with her toes, moving between her tits and stopping at her mouth. Darcy didn’t hesitate; she reached up with those French-tipped finger nails, and lightly grazed Vicky’s ankle as she held the foot before her like it was a long-lost lover. She pulled the toes to her lips and kissed them, sliding a tongue out to taste them.