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.