Rocco Siffredi. The Man. The Myth. The Magic.

Rocco Siffredi. The man, the myth, the magic penis. I had heard of his work, of course. Anyone that was a fan of rough sex had heard of him. His skill at deconstructing a woman with his massive dick was legendary. He used his dick as a tool to take women apart, reducing them to an undone puddle of sticky flesh quivering at his feet, eyes glazed over and babbling nonsense fragments while various fluids leaked from all of their holes.

Alas, he was Italian and mainly worked in Europe. An entire ocean separated me from his magic penis, and I never figured I would ever get a chance to meet him in the flesh, much less work with him. I would just have to be content to perv admiringly at his work, watching a master at play.

The world works in mysterious ways, and I found myself booked on a John Stagliano movie that had Rocco in it. John was friends with Rocco from way back and had convinced him to make the long trek to America to reprise his role as as Vlad the villiainous vampire in his latest movie. I was finally going to meet the legend!

When John emailed me my copy of the script, I tore through it to see what I had in store for me. I was incredibly disappointed to see that I didn’t have any scenes with Rocco, but I wasn’t going to let a little thing like that stop me. My secret plan was just to throw myself on his dick the second I got into his vicinity and hope Stagliano didn’t yell “Cut!”. It seemed like a rock solid plan to me.

The day before I was due to start shooting, I got a desperate phone call. Evidently Rocco was not doing well. He had been diagnosed with a small gallstone the week before he came to America, and was now in extreme pain and needed to be taken to the hospital immediately. Was I available to drive him? I replied “Of course!” and hauled ass to the hotel address I had been given, panicking all the while. Rocco was one of the central characters and could not be replaced. What if he needed emergency gallstone surgery? It would spell disaster for the movie.

When I pulled up to the hotel, Rocco was waiting for me. In discomfort and full movie wardrobe, as he was supposed to go onto set before the pain got too bad for him to ignore any longer. He swooped up to my car in head to toe black, leather trench coat flaring in the breeze, laying kisses all over me European style and murmuring in his thick accent. He was extremely charming for being in such pain. I tried to keep my cool and not look at his dick.

The hospital visit was surreal. Rocco clocks in at 6’3, and his black clad Italian vampire presence could not be missed. Naturally the doctor recognized him and kept asking not so subtly how long he was in town for “work”. “Yes, I am a friend of your intimacy” Rocco grinned up at the doctor with a knowing wink, a phrase I later found out was his go-to line when someone recognized him. While I holding his leather trench coat up off the hospital floor, a brick of cash that looked to be around $5000 fell out of a pocket and almost broke my toes. The attending nurse’s eyes bulged as she stammered, “That is the most money I have ever seen in my entire life!” Evidently Rocco was not a big believer in the power of hotel safes. I tried to pick up the brick as calmly as possible and stuffed it back into the nearest pocket.

While I lead a fairly interesting life, it isn’t every day I lounge about in hospitals with famous Italian porn stars dressed as vampires whiles bricks of cash rain out of their trench coats. After a few hours of blood and urine tests, the doctors finally determined that it was overly strenuous yoga resulting in muscle strain combined with excessive aspirin that had led to Rocco’s crippling pain, not out of control gallstones. No need for emergency surgery, he was cleared to work. My pussy did a tiny dance for joy.

Evidently my burning desire to pounce on Rocco was obvious enough that Stagliano took pity on me and wrote me into a preexisting 3some scene. I now got to play a Mother Superior nun that stumbled across Rocco having his way with Roxy Raye and Ashley Fires and gets sucked into the sex vortex. The day of the scene I crouched on the sidelines waiting my turn to join the festivities and marveling at Rocco in action. Rocco and Ashley Fires particularly clicked, and he was really going to town on her. Ashley is a pretty girl, blonde, amazing figure, perky in all the right places, just plain hotness. Hot enough she didn’t *HAVE* to do hardcore, she could have coasted by on her looks and never bothered to challenge herself. Today she was challenging herself with abandon. Rocco was slapping and choking her, ripping rough kisses and slamming his dick into her ass up to the hilt without mercy. I was breathless watching it unfold. The rougher he was, the more she gave herself up completely to him. They were locked into an animalistic dance. “Damn,” I thought to myself, “This Ashley girl is a filthy wanton whore. I had NO idea!” My respect for her was growing by the minute, roughly in proportion to Rocco’s giant dick.

When it was my turn to enter the scene, Rocco was supposed to call me over while he was getting his dick sucked. When the director yelled “Action!” Rocco locked eyes with me and summoned me over while Ashley crouched at his feet in a tattered nun outfit. I came over and grabbed Ashley’s head, forcing it deeper down on to Rocco’s dick. She sputtered and gagged. Rocco, locked into his intense pace, started slapping me and forcing his long fingers deeply down my throat hole. Soon I was sputtering and gagging as much as Ashley was.

Looking deeply into my eyes Rocco murmured in his commanding voice “I want you to vomit all over her face”, all the while forcing his fingers deeper down my throat. Vomit? Ok, I wasn’t expecting that, but Rocco wants he gets. Who am I to say no? It wasn’t hard, his fingers were so far my throat the vomit came up easily. I leaned over and heaved bits of bagel and apple juice all over Ashley’s upturned face.

“Cut cut cut!! We have vomit!! We need a towel!” All action stopped abruptly. Ashley looked up at me, false eyelashes blinking thickly, as chunks of puke were caught in them. Thin rivers of bile traced down her cheeks, cutting tracks into her makeup. The entire crew looked shocked. What was the problem? Rocco had told me to puke on her, why did everyone look so taken aback?. A quick conference cleared up the confusion. Rocco’s English isn’t the best, and while he had said vomit, that he had actually meant was SPIT all over her face. Well now. There is a significant difference between vomiting on someone’s face and spitting on it.

To Ashley’s immense credit, she wasn’t even phased. Most people would not handle being accidently puked on with a quarter of the style and grace of Ashley did. She looked up and me and grinned, “It is burning my eyes” and then pulled me down into a deep passionate kiss, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the remainments of my apple juice in her mouth. “I totally just ate your puke you know” she giggled. It was then that I felt just a little in love with her. She was one of a kind. An unapologetic pervert with the face of an angel.

Ashley was wiped down and the scene continued. I only got around 5 minutes on Rocco’s magic penis, but it was everything I had hoped for and more. He sticks his massive manmeat in and the second he does, your brain shuts off completely. The arched back, carefully tossed hair and slightly parted lips that is the mainstay of porn? You don’t do that with Rocco. There is no “acting sexy”. You just try not to die. I desperately hung onto the nearest wall with what little muscle control I had left while Rocco did his best to fuck me to death. Gurgled sounds bubbled out of me. I couldn’t tell where the camera was, I could not act or pose. I was just trying to survive. My brain was goo. He only operates at one speed-destroy. It was epic. I couldn’t remember my name, I could hardly even stand.

Alas, all too soon, the scene was over, and I came back to earth. I was simultaneously in mourning that it was over so quickly and uncertain I could have survived much more of the Rocco experience…I lie, I lie. I could have survived more. I want more. I NEED more. That magic man is addictive as hell. I will forever be in Stagliano’s debt for having the kindness to write me into that scene, it was one for my mental scrapbook I will call up again and again, knowing that I have had the privilege to experience some fairly incredible things in my life.

Me, Rocco Siffredi and Ashley Fires. Photo credit to Roxy Raye 2013

Me, Rocco Siffredi and Ashley Fires. Photo credit to Roxy Raye 2013

10 thoughts on “Rocco Siffredi. The Man. The Myth. The Magic.

  1. I realize this question comes about 3 years late, but i just found out about this escapade! Is the puking part left in the scene or is it edited out? If so, is it featured in the behind the scenes footage? I’m a total perv and will the buy the movie ASAP if i can witness the glory described in this blog!

  2. Hi Rain,
    amazing article and outstanding description of your great experience with Rocco Siffredi. I was watching the Varacious Scenes but unfortunatelly I couldn’t find the scene with you and Ashley. (Interesting for Varacious some scenes were shot in Berlin, my hometown)
    You mention you knew him and his sadistic style. His hard passion sex where he uses his massive dick brutally. But how was it to be just inches away of him in reality? Did he fuck your ass? Because concerning anal he is without question the highest natural force and he knows best how to fuck the ass to bring a girl down and to get everything out of her. I love his aggression and passion. And even without anal sex, it is a joy to watch him how he dominates the girls and plays with them the game of love!
    All the best to you!
    Love, Ben

  3. Hi Rain,
    I was quite dissapointed you decided to ignore my 2nd contribution to your blog. I thought the whole point of a blog was to prompt debates. Was it the subject of categorizing BDSM out of porn or that concerning your friend at sucking her own shit out of Nacho Vidal’s dick which upset you? If so, why not tell me about it?

    • Hold up a minute there before you go off half-cocked. I am not censoring you in the slightest.
      My blog is hosted by WordPress, which can be prone to glitches. I saw your second comment come in, but WordPress lost it before I could get it posted.
      I imagine it is some bug. I am sorry WordPress acted up and I lost your comment, it was not personal.

      However, I advise you to relax and not go thinking worse case scenarios. It is somewhat disconcerting how strongly you misjudged a computer bug.


      • Dear Rain,
        I was so glad to hear from you. Not because I fantasize watching your videos (although I would not mind seeing you in a “regular” non-violent hardcore gonzo scene) but because it felt like we, in some way, could not communicate.

        Apologies for my abrupt comment on censoring my message. I really hope you do understand where I am coming from, i.e. I just do not assimilate how you (and so many other models) have the greatest pleasure to be on the receiving end or to administer such high degrees of violence. A real professional like yourself must have the answer and I thus look forward to hearing from you on these matters. Should you prefer to answer directly to me by email rather than by posting on your blog:

        I did archive the “bugged” message! See below:

        Hi Rain,
        I was glad to see my (too long) message had passed censorship and been published on your blog.

        On the subject of censorship, UK Prime Minister David Cameron is planning to ban porn on internet in which scenes would simulate rape.

        Thus, Kink scenes like Donna’s “Harcore Banging” would be banned amongst many others. UK and US having similar views on morality, the next Republican Administration may like to toy with the idea to extend the Californian condoms-in-porn bill to similar dispositions as that of Cameron. On the minus side, your segment of porn would have to go underground (remember the Prohibition?) with probable uploads in the deep web, resulting in a worst case scenario as this would imply backroom porn without supervision and safety regulations that a Matt Williams ( or a Peter Acworth implement. On the plus side, BDSM scenes such as Donna’s “Hardcore Banging” could survive if all such scenes from any studio would distinctively be named “BDSM” and not porn and be published in clearly separate websites. Rape scenes (or any other humiliating or violent acts) taking place within Gonzo Porn environments such as EvilAngel or Leche69 would have to be discontinued or be posted under a different label than just “porn”. This way, BDSM activities could and would not be associated to porn. It would be a stand-alone product like circus acts or athletics which could be easily filtered by parental controls.

        On the subject of Leche69, this studio released in April 2013 – maybe you have already seen it – a scene with Nacho Vidal and your colleague at, Kara Price in which Nacho is once again at his very best. Not only does he slap her, punch her, strangle her, drown her and inevitably choke her with a very deep deep-throat (all the good stuff going on at Kink), but he also makes her suck his dick smeared with Kara’s shit as she probably had not used her enema nor douched herself prior to Nacho’s anal penetration (or maybe had an “accident” during shooting). Nacho then proceeded to wipe her dirty ass with a tissue which, of course, he predictably shoved in Kara’s mouth. Leche69 trailer link below for you to enjoy (scatological bit at 0:38) :

        What a delightful pièce de résistance! Scatology has, at long last, entered the world of mainstream porn. Leche69 sometimes do produce some great hardcore vanilla porn. I wonder about health hazards on this. I am not sure this is quite safe. I read in one of your entries that you refused to participate in a full-on scene with an unchecked AIDS model. Would you suck Nacho’s dick if it was covered with shit?

        Bien cordialement

    • Whatever happened to this piece with nasty Rocco? I would be really grateful if you coud enlighten me on the site it has come out on.

      have you heard of the Pussyriot girls being molested in Sochi? What do you make of it? Were the perpetators influenced? Influenced by anything they may have seen on the net?

      I saw you piece on puking. I still thing your kind of fantasy should not be labelled as porn. Cameron is right.

      Bonsoir de Paris. Pierre

      • The scene with Rocco will be in John Stagliano’s Voracious 2. It isn’t out yet, as far as I can tell, John started editing it about 2 weeks ago. He plans to release it in multiple parts, like a tv series, then release the whole thing at once as a complete movie.

  4. Bonjour Rain,
    Congratulations on your blog. I have just spent a good hour reading about backstage life in porn. Very enlightening. Especially this adulation for Rocco Siffredi. I can’t stand the guy, not because he’s got a bigger dick than me, but for his “brutal” attitude towards women on set. Although I do realize that this is precisely the way you, Mrs. Rain amongst many others (Bobbi Star, Dana DeArmond, Princess Donna…to name but a few), enjoy and want to be handled, I just can’t get used to it. Being French, I could also name Manuel Ferrerra as a male model I hate to watch or the worst of all, the infamous Spaniard Nacho Vidal with whom, I am convinced, considering the sheer level of intensity he can make his victims endure, would be like heaven for you.

    In fact, it seems that I can better tolerate what goes on within the dreary walls of the SF Armory at Kink (although it is totally beyond me as to how one can enjoy being electrocuted…) than what happens at Evil Angel. When Stagliano began his career as “Buttman” in the late 80s, the porn I wanted to see was born at long last. No more stupid scenarios, no more poor acting, no more silly blow dries. “Butts”, that’s what we all wanted to see. Thank you John. Then Jules Jordan came on the scene and perfected the Buttman revolution. I so adooooored Jules’ gonzo of the early 2000s: Ryan Conner’s butt, Jenna Haze’s perfect body or Darla Crane naughty smirk. Unfortunately, for some reason, they later on both decided women had to suffer during shooting. And the porn I used to so much enjoy turned into horror: face-fuck, deap-throating, gagging, double anal, slapping, choking, humiliating, spitting… the list is endless.

    I hear it sells and the public demand even more extreme practices. Money talks and studios such as Evil Angel or Jules Jordan became rough gonzo studios. I doubt if Jules is into this hard stuff. He hardly ever employs them himself when acting. At least, at kink, no one is pretending to be producing anything else than BDSM porn (back in the 80s, BDSM VHS videos were already available along regular stuff in sex-shops). Fine with me, I won’t watch it (although I do watch it out of a perverted curiosity to assess how far the “torture” may reach. No getting-off watching there). You could always advise me to watch Naughty America or Brazzers productions. What?!? Back to the stupid scenarios, poor acting… No way! I want vanilla gonzo!!!

    On the subject of rough sex (in gonzo, not BDSM), why are women always bottom? Why do they always have to sustain the pain? Is it a turn on for women to be manhandled for hours on by half a dozen macho men in such scenes as Mason’s “Gangbanged” or Princess Donna’s “Hardcore Gangbang”? In the exit interview she explains that the canning was tough but “that’s what makes all the fun”. Physical pain releases endorphins, a feeling associated with opiate intake. OK, we all know that. So does jogging or exercising down the gym. I very much enjoy the feeling of endorphins but I do not care much for humiliating someone or being humiliated. Or for leaving scars on a woman’s body (e.g. as sustained by Princess Donna). It baffles me that a lady like yourself would indulge in such practices. What do you get out of being beaten the shit out of and being treated like a piece of crap? You come across as someone with a sound upbringing and a proper education, you are responsible for sex education classes at Kink (do you actually teach how to flog???), your writing is concise which makes for a pleasant read, so please explain: what are your goals? What are you trying to reach? What is the finality to being humiliated or to humiliate? Is it simply because this is work and you need to succeed and challenge yourself like in any workplace? Is it for the money? Is it because the trend-setters in porn are always right? Or is it because you really really really enjoy it? If so, please explain why, what is it precisely that turns you own. It remains a big MYSTERY to me and thanks to a bit of explanation; I may one day appreciate it.

    Well, thanks for reading this logorrhea to the end. I also wanted to be a librarian but killed my dream. 😀
    I hope to hear from you soon.
    A bientôt
    Pierre (in Paris)

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