Lust Contracts 18+ Hunting for Love with My Three Contract Husbands

125 Looking for Someone

Brandon thrusted his hard cock into my pussy again, filling me all the way in one single thrust. His cock was hot and hard again, and it was like what he had just done wasn’t enough for him at all. I cried out when his cock pounded against my womb with each of his deep and forceful thrust. My voice sounded hoarse, but I couldn’t stop screaming from the intense pleasure of his cock beating into my cunt. He gave it to me fast and hard until I lost myself in the pleasure. Brandon made me cum over and over again until he reached his own climax. By that time, I had almost lost consciousness...

My body shivered at the memory of our rough love making. I closed my eyes and sighed to snap me out of my thoughts. I could still feel the heat of his body on me like he was still close to me. After that, we rode the horses back to the mansion and after cleaning up and resting, Brandon willingly drove me back and dropped me off at the intersection close to my apartment.

...

With the many things that took place after George’s passing and our ultimate separation, I haven’t had the time to deal with this long overdue issue. Maybe in the back of my mind I had given up on this a long time ago, thinking that it would be useless even if I learnt anything or got any information. With the way that my life was before, I couldn’t have done anything even if I found out anything useful. However, now that I was free to do whatever I wanted and live my life, it became obvious to me that I couldn’t put this on hold any longer.

I bit my lower lip subconsciously as I stood in front of a low-rise building. After taking in a deep breath, I walked straight into the building with renewed determination. Today, I am going to do what I should have done all those years ago.

“Excuse me. I’m looking for someone...” I said as I stood in front of the service counter.

“My name is Phil, how can I help you, miss?” a middle-aged man who was slightly on the chubby side asked from behind the counter.

“You see...I’m looking for someone. Umm...he’s a teenage boy, I mean, he was a teenage boy. He should be a man by now and he used to live at the orphanage with me...” I began explaining.

“Do you have his name? It’ll make it easier to look...” the man said as he readied his hand to type on the keyboard in front of him.

.....

That’s the thing, I don’t really know his name...

“Sorry but...I only know his nickname,” I said as I started to lose confidence.

“You don’t happen to know his name or last name?” the man asked as he arched a brow at me.

I shook my head sadly while I wished that he wouldn’t treat me like a complete fool. Deep in my heart, I knew that this wouldn’t be an easy task. So much time had passed between now and then and I didn’t have a lot of information to base my search on.

“Umm...what about his age at that time? His date of birth maybe...?” the man asked as he struggled to help me.

“Sorry...I’m not sure...” I mumbled in reply.

I was too young and back then none of those details seemed to matter. On top of that, I always thought that we would be together. I honestly never thought that I would have to search for him like this.

The middle-aged man looked at me through his glasses like I was asking the impossible. I knew it. I knew that it was close to impossible for anyone to help me find him with the limited information that I had...but still...

I’m just not willing to give up. I can’t give up on him...even after all this time...

“His name is Mikey. He’s roughly 7 or 8 years older than me so...right now he should be around 32 or 33 years old. He’s got auburn red hair and very beautiful green eyes...he’s kind and always takes care of me...” I tried my best to describe the person that I was looking for.

“Miss, I really want to help you but with the information that you have...it’s a little hard. Also, our records from back in the days doesn’t include photographs of everyone. It is unfortunate but information was managed loosely and sometimes paper-based by some of the smaller orphanages,” he explained before pursing his lips into a tight thin line.

“I see...” I murmured.

I wasn’t surprised at all. The small place where we lived in probably didn’t have digital records of all the children back in the day. The fire that happened destroyed almost everything at the place too, so I doubted that any of the record survived. I knew all this, but I still harbored hope that maybe there was still a way that I could find him.

“Also...I didn’t want to mention this but even if we found him for you, depending on his current circumstances, we might not be able to tell you anything,” the man added regretfully.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, suddenly feeling panicked.

“Well, you see. If he’s been adopted by parents that doesn’t want his original identity to be disclosed, then we cannot disclose any information. It would be illegal. Some people want to start over anew, you know...” the man explained.

“I see...” I mumbled.

That made sense. My adoptive parents felt the same way.

“So yeah, even if we found him, it’s not like I can tell you where he is or who adopted him even if I knew...” the man said followed by a sigh.

It was unfortunate but it became clear to me that he couldn’t offer me any information that would be useful. Although I had expected this, a sinking feeling still formed itself in the pit of my stomach. I gave the man my thanks before politely smiling at him. After walking away from the counter, the sinking feeling worsened, and I was forced to acknowledge how disappointed I was.

I should have looked for him sooner...

–To be continued...