Alissa kept thrusting hard into the new girl. Already, she could tell the 15-year-old had lied, specifically concerning the tightness of her asshole. One more push, and she couldn't hold back any longer.
Clenching her teeth, the madam felt herself ejaculate directly into the girl's ass for over three minutes. Finally, her cock softened and fell out as fresh white sperm started dripping onto the fine wooden floors of the brothel's "High Class" room. Alissa stopped to catch her breath before gently sitting on a cushioned chair. If the splashes of grey in her curly red hair, the wrinkled face and the vicious veins didn't give it away, she was an old woman. Her stamina came and went, and a doctor had already prescribed pills to combat her growing impotence. Breaking in the girls might have been fun forty years ago, but now it was a chore and a tiresome one at that. Still, she felt that old traditions needed to be maintained.
When she first landed on this rock, she was a bushy-tailed, bright-eyed lass of just 23 years of age looking to make something out of her otherwise unpromising life. Back then, the new world promised by those ads for "Futian" seemed like a complete pipe dream. A world where men and women didn't exist? Where everyone would be truly biologically equal with the erasure of distinct physical characteristics? But against all odds, the dream had succeeded. With hermaphrodites making up 100% of the population, discrimination based on gender made no sense. Before long, eager men were undergoing genetic therapy to develop breasts, wombs and curvy bodies so they could become mothers and caregivers, and eager women were flattening their chests, increasing their muscle mass, and even growing facial hair as they stepped into the role of fathers and providers.
Alissa herself was a father to five children, all born within the first six years of her arrival on Futian, with three different mothers. Her first wife, Oliver, had since passed, while her second, Christian, was divorced from her and not on speaking terms. Her third wife, Bernie, had left the planet some time ago with a scientific expedition to investigate the opening of a wormhole and had made it clear he didn't know when they'd come back. So, for now Alissa was stuck raising her offspring alone. Her two oldest children worked in the brothel with her, another was a member of the police force, one was still attending college, and the youngest had been assigned by the government to join an "exodus" of young children to one of the less-developed regions of Futian where they would one day raise families of their own and build new cities.
But right now, Alissa needed to focus on the problem at hand. The girl she had just fucked was slowly getting up on her feet, eager to find out if she had passed inspection. The madam gave her a final look over. Her three-inch cock was too small for most clients, but her pussy and ass would be enough to make up the difference.
"You did fine, Sam. Go downstairs for a room and your ID number."
The door to "High Class" opened; Sarah left, and Alissa's son Martin entered. He was dressed in an expensive blouse, long skirt, and formal black tie, and his also-greying hair was made up in a neat bun. Alissa had always been the proudest of her eldest son. He had the biggest boobs and the most striking female facial features she'd ever seen on any hermaphrodite. Even though he was married, his husband and son came second to his duty as her right hand, the job he'd held for the last eighteen years.
"Dad, our guests have arrived. The ambassador and his aides, from Earth?"
"Right, right. You can deal with them, can't you?"
Martin gave an exasperated sigh. "Dad, this is one of the most respected institutions in Futian's capital city. It's important that you be present and show our guests the courtesy they deserve. Did you at least shave?"
Alissa ran a tender hand over her cheek, finding it covered with thick red stubble. She had once sported a fine beard, but then Martin told it to get rid of it. She looked younger without the forest, he pointed out.
"Son, I-"
"Dad, enough. I know you didn't follow any of my instructions. Instead, you went to screw some girl I already hired even though the doctor said-"
He got cut off when his father suddenly grabbed him by the chin and kissed him.
"You know why you're my favorite, right? Turned out to be the finest-"
Martin slapped her. "I'm going to pretend that didn't happen. Now stand up."
Alissa did as she was told as Martin zipped up her pants, straightened her shirt, and applied some "Quik-Hair". He waited for Alissa's stumble to grow out and then trimmed it into a short beard with expert skill. Martin put an arm on his father's shoulder and began to guide her down the stairs to where the guests were waiting.