Lisa's Reward

Diana lay where she had fallen, her legs curled under her. The aftershocks of her orgasm still raced through her body, and she was shuddering just a little. Her pussy was soaking, liquid spilling out between her lower lips, and she gasped for air.

Lisa turned back to the camera.

"Well, that was the game." She said. "Diana lost and I won. So, guys, what did I win?"

She grinned at them, and even in her post-climax state, Diana shook her head. Her sister was far too perky for someone **** to reveal their body live on the internet. Even if it was their idea originally. She seemed to think she was some sort of TV presenter.

At the command of the chat, Lisa moved back to the toys stored in boxes along the far wall. The used dildo now discarded on the floor. Diana lay, gasping. For the moment, she was forgotten. Lisa walked to the boxes, and withdrew something small. it was a compact vibrator, with an handle-like extension for clitoral stimulation. For a moment, Lisa looked at it, holding it in her hand. Then, she moved back to the camera, and sat on the bed. There, she spread her legs, and lifted her skirt, letting the entire world see her pussy. Diana noted how her black tights were seemingly being received quite well, and how wet her lower mouth was. Damn. She must have been winning that game right up until the end...

Gently, Lisa pried her lower lips apart, and began to insert the vibrator, she went slowly, inch by inch, clearly enjoying the feeling of intrusion. As it dug into her, she leaned back, as though lost in the feeling. At last, it was positioned correctly, the extension gently resting on her clit.

Now, Diana saw a problem. There was no remote for the vibrator, nor any sign of a button on the thing itself! Her new memories came to the rescue, however, telling her that it was tied to the chat, and that they would be able to control it.

As soon as it was, Lisa gently reached for something else, a roll of tap, which she used to anchor it to her body, making sure that it would not fall out if she moved too quickly. Even as she did, it started up, a slow buzz filling the room as the vibrator started to, well, vibrate. Lisa gasped, and then loosed a long, low moan. It was moving only slowly, gently messaging her lower self and clit. Lisa's hands moved to her breasts, kneading them for a moment, her fingers playing with her nipples as her eyes pressed closed, lost in the feeling of the moment.